The Isolated Blurt Thread XX: The Ghost of Blurt Threads Past

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Those are zucchini, that's how mine looked this year.

Of course, I just netted mine, I AM Native after all.
 
I like to think of myself as emotionally straightforward, but I'm not. I'm not "bad thing happens, cry it out, then move on" like a normal human being. It's more like numbness, then a wave of fuckshitawful, then a little more numbness - which makes me think, "Okay, I'm over it, this is good" - then in the middle of a normal day something triggers a memory and WHAM here comes another wave of fuckshitawful. It's like bad news always takes a long time to fully register. When I was younger, the discovery of a horrible family secret affected me not at all for hours. I nodded at the discloser, enjoyed my pasta, had a lovely conversation, said goodbye. Three hours later in my car on the way to a meeting, it hit like a bomb WHAM all hell broke loose. And that seems to be me - slow on the uptake.
 
It's not you being slow on the uptake it's you being cautious, at least your brain being cautious.

Your first instinct is not to act rashly or act emotionally, that's actually a pretty rare trait and makes you very special, not weird.

I still haven't lost it over a serious something in my life but I know it's coming eventually and it will probably be because there are no ripe bananas in the fruit bowl or that there were coffee grounds in my cup.

There is no wrong way to grieve as long as you aren't self-harming or harming another.

:heart: :rose:
 
they turned
and stared again;
not quite into each other's eyes
for this was indeed goodbye,
but at each other's form
and at the way in which
each still warped the other's space...

he would feel her forever
and she he...

the several steps they had taken
after a last simple embrace
a clear cleavage...

as the shuffle and hurried noise of life about them
on the metro platform
laid salve into that fresh and final break.

he would....

no. he wouldn't...
for that would not honor what they had agreed

but she would...
as soon as she could trust herself to do so
keep secreted
the hope that...

the gravities of their re-engaging worlds...
the choice to re-engage...
broke the linger of last wandering image...

a bustling gaggle of school children - teachers flanking
all busy and stern
not too close to the edge
oooooh look!
now simon!
no no!
with your partners now!

and she was gone.
 
my wrist is red and purple.

stupid crowbar.

and stupid me for holding the wrong end.

and it's a shunt.
 
Oh, bad day?

That sounds like a good way to get out some stuff. I need a spare door.
 
Chip the glasses, crack the plates!
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates,
So carefully, carefully with the plates!
 
http://static1.gamespot.com/uploads/original/57/579912/2646547-5615864991-heres.gif

If you didn't do this while in the heat of action, you wasted the moment. :D

it was lying on its side.

I'm sorry to hear it.

That's why you get cheap plates at the thrift store that you won't feel bad smashing.

but then i would've needed goggles. i almost broke some windows, but i didn't do so because i didn't want to accidentally blind myself. glass is a dick.
 
it was lying on its side.



but then i would've needed goggles. i almost broke some windows, but i didn't do so because i didn't want to accidentally blind myself. glass is a dick.

Truth.

And a bitch to clean up.
 
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