That gave me chance to catch up. Two big e-mails headed your way. Tag
Now I have to lock up the office (everybody splits here at 5 on Fridays) and go listen to these CD’s from Amazon.
Scotti, does this mean I don’t get to die a bitter old man? I was so looking forward to telling them darn kids to get off my lawn!
Wow! The thread for me! I probably shouldn’t post though, because I seem to be a thread-killer. It appears that every time I post in a thread, it goes downhill and then fades into oblivion. sigh
I can’t help it that I don’t flirt madly and talk about outrageous things going on in my life.
People probably avoid me because I frequently post in the “Very Vaguely Creepy” thread. That must be it.
Hey, I never make a ton of crush lists either. I guess we just have to deal with it. shrugs
Now I’ll fade back into the shadows. swoops away welfishly
THUD
Ow!!! Stupid wall…
limps away
That’s what it means, honey blue!
A wise woman once told me that when things don’t work out the way you thought they should, you can either get bitter, or get better.
In my life, things definitely did NOT work out the way I had thought they would, or should. I chose to get better, as I have never been a fan of bitter. Bitter is bad, sweetheart. Bitter eats away your soul, and turns you into someone you don’t like. And if you don’t like yourself, there is no way you can be happy.
((((((((mrblue and Scotti))))))
Scotti
Welfy, dear-
You are a dollface, and don’t ever let anyone convince you otherwise. Things are not easy for you, (I have read many of your posts) and you are learning to love yourself. Keep doing this, okay? You are bright and beautiful, and you need to hold these things close to your heart. Life is never easy, and sometimes it is much worse than that. It sounds as though your life is harder than most, for various reasons. You are a wonderful, loving person, and have been given more than your share of trouble.
No one can change the things that are given to them. One can only change the way you handle these things. I know from your posts that you CAN handle these things-I’m not saying it will be easy, because troubling things are never easy to handle. But I do believe that you have the inner strength to deal with life as it is given to you.
(((((((((Welfy))))))))
Scotti
Aw. And I was really looking forward to being the scary old guy who lives alone in the big creepy house. All the little kids would make up stories that a monster lives there and eats little kids. Then I’d get a couple of rabid St. Bernard’s and send 'em out any time one of the kids hit a baseball into my yard.
But my dream is all for naught now, for Medea’s Child has soothed my gentle soul.
Hey you, stop retching over there. You’re ruining the mood.
Whoa, you’re hugging me so tight that you’re hugging yourself? Can’t… breathe…
Gimmee a break, honey.
PPLLEEAASSE?
((((((Scotti)))))))
Thanks. That made my day. sniffle sniffle <—real sniffles
I feel loved!
Scotti, you rock. You’re one of the nicest kindest people around. You’re the one that makes the chat room all warm and fuzzy. :^)
Well, hon, I try. I try REALLY hard. But, I only try hard when I think the recipient is worthy. Really. And you are SO, SO worth it. Believe it, as I am not a dumb dumb when it comes to these things.
Scotti
Please, get the St. Bernards! I love St. Bernards! And golden retrievers and labs and any other big, dumb, happy dogs.
I like my cats smart and snotty though. Siamese, Russian Blue… I have two half Siamese at home. Wow. I love those guys.
Don’t eat little kids though, please.
(your bad indeed.)
Off to answer your e-mails and then to bed.
Welfy, you are such a dear! Go talk with Scotti and anything she says I second.
I have a feeling I’m a fifth wheel in this thread now (let’s all refrain from pointing out that that’s my usual status everywhere else, too), so I’m gonna leave gracefully, but I wanted to point out one thing. All of school from third grade through 12th grade is a popularity contest, no matter where you are. Stephen King once called high school “pits of man and woman eaters” (paraphrased, since I don’t have the book it came from handy), and he wasn’t kidding.
Ok, carry on. (You know what I mean.)
MysterEcks, you are not a fifth wheel. Get back here!
I loved high school. Once I got into a gifted program everything got much better. Children are monsters though.
Sorry, Scotti, got a little carried away there. Really, it’s just me–I can’t handle all these compliments all at once, so out comes the sarcasm. Can’t take myself too seriously, you know.
You are definitely right about being bitter; I posted something along those same lines about, oh 9 months ago. As kind, heart-felt, and appreciated as all your words are, it will be difficult to completely rid myself of those tinges of melancholy and self-doubt. I have to be honest with myself and admit that they are there. I can’t help but feel a little incomplete when I am alone, and I think that’s something I just have to deal with myself.
But thank you again. You are far too kind.
Medea’s Child: St. Bernards are kind of intimidating to me–it goes back to early childhood when my great-grandfather had some rather unfriendly ones. Or, at least I thought they were unfriendly–that was about 20 years ago. Pretty sure they weren’t rabid though. Funny, because I wasn’t even thinking of those particular dogs when I wrote the previous post.
We had a golden and a couple labs at different times through my childhood, but the nicest dog we ever had was a mixed breed, so I’m not partial.
And I didn’t say I’d eat little kids; I said they’d “make up stories about a monster that lives there and eats little kids”. I don’t need any nasty rumors flying about.
MysterEcks: Stick around, there’s still beer in the fridge.
mrblue, um…isn’t the point of being alone that you have to deal with it yourself?
grin run away
Back to the actual OP…
I think the true test will be the “tell me about someone else” thread. Two people have to know you, and care enough to post about you first to get on it…
Excuse me, I have to change into something slinky and go flirt horribly to get on it…
The voices in my head say, “no”. They also say,“Giant green elephants eat purple daisies.” Wait, that was the toaster; he’s really weird that way.
I thought only my toaster thought like that…so good to know. It’ll may him feel better.
Did you change into that slinky outfit yet? We’re all waiting, you know.
Later tonight, when I head for the guys house.
I was thinking about going a bit rough and tumble though. Camo tank top, jeans, leather boots.
(This is so silly… do you have an IM?)
What guy? Oh, now I’m crushed. How will I ever lock you away in my ivory tower now?
:pretending to be incredibly disappointed:
IM? You mean AOL? ICQ? Nope, nope. Maybe we could find a chat room or something.
No, guys multiple. Adam, Terry, Dan and Mike. Brian, Bob and god knows who else to show up. Bob bought hard cider just for me. Probably because he’s hoping to get me just trashed enough to screw up. (He’ll fail, but I do like hard cider.) Mike is my wrestling buddy and I believe we have a debate to finish as well. I know I owe Adam a backrub since I missed Wenesday. It will be a good evening all around.
I think I can crush any ivory tower ever thought of.
Sure! Where to? I have existing accounts on most common chat servers. My idea would be yahoo.
Or we could keep posting within minutes of each other…