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about you too J |
can you be in love with someone and not be with them in the traditional sense? can you not be "out of love" with someone and still love them? maybe im just not making sense again. |
i love my dad, i'm not in love with my dad. so yes, it is very possible to be out of love with someone and still love them. and to fall out of love with someone and still love them is one of the most horrid experiences in the world, i think. reducing their previously immense existance in your life is on par with simply having them die. i wonder, now, if falling out of love isn't really just realizing that you were never in love. i don't know. i can't remember. |
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It's been so long since I felt totally, completely, mutually loved. I seem to remember it was like marshmellows just browned by a campfire. Or was that sex? But I'm all bitter because I've just loved someone who didn't love me back and it was misery-guts-making. Next time I'm demanding total devotion before I lower the barriers one inch. Maybe I'll get a liver or lung as a deposit. |
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Now I'm in the situation of loving someone who doesn't love me back, she fears leaving me I think because she's afraid of what I'll do. Personally I think I'll just break down for a while, drink a lot, and eventually move on in my life with a huge hole in my heart, but I'm pretty sure she thinks I'll do something way more drastic then that. Its depressing because I don't actually know her actual feeling and every time I ask I never get a straight awnser. I'd do anything for her and she knows it. Love is the simplest of things and yet at the same time the most complicated. Love is the requium of life, ever consuming, ever demanding, and ever damning. Shit its only 9:30 am and I need a god damn drink. |
I could use a gin and tonic. |
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just tell her that you're through with this bullshit. no other explanation is necessary. the ironic thing is, she'll probably like you more for it but don't fall for that trap. DUMP HER! i'd love a chance to be young again and really let 'em have it. |
The" buddy system "is a good plan.There is someone special for each of you.You'll see.And chances are you'll each find that special person when you least expect it,and aren't looking.The good loves always sneak up on you,and insinuate themselves cleverly into your life,before you realize it.And one day,whammo,you realize that he/she is right there,and has been for awhile,just waiting for you to recognize their worth.[of this I am sure] But meantime,continue with the "buddy system". |
if you know that she'd dump you if she didn't think it would fuck with you so much, then let her off the hook. |
Now I just need to stop being a fucking sniffling, love spat, coward and do it. |
I'm on my way to pick up some percocet now. I took 80 Norco's in the past 3 days, so the ortho decided maybe it wasn't strong enuff. Duh, go figure. As far as your woman issue goes, get rid of her. Don't lower yourself to staying with somebody who doesn't love you. |
and i know how it is. i was so scared that i took all my issues and buried them so deeply inside of me that i could ignore them. instead of dealing, i just comprimised myself away and went on living. i even had doubts when i was buying the ring, but i buried them too. everything, buried. until it struck me that i was about to be married. forever. and the shit wouldn't stay buried anymore. and i realized i had no choice. and the ball started rolling. but had i realized earlier. had i just addressed my issues openly and accepted that the match wasn't a good one. so much would have been easier. so, you may be scared. but you're not a pussy. get the first couple words out and the rest will follow. once the ball is rolling, it will complete itself. and it will suck. and then you'll be over it. |
and i know how it is. i was so scared that i took all my issues and buried them so deeply inside of me that i could ignore them. instead of dealing, i just comprimised myself away and went on living. i even had doubts when i was buying the ring, but i buried them too. everything, buried. until it struck me that i was about to be married. forever. and the shit wouldn't stay buried anymore. and i realized i had no choice. and the ball started rolling. but had i realized earlier. had i just addressed my issues openly and accepted that the match wasn't a good one. so much would have been easier. so, you may be scared. but you're not a pussy. get the first couple words out and the rest will follow. once the ball is rolling, it will complete itself. and it will suck. and then you'll be over it. |
I had the left one cursorily glanced at by my doctor a couple years ago, and she said that if it didn't hurt or give out on me, there was no reason to be alarmed. It has never done either of those (though I can feel it grinding, which is gross and annoying), but, shoot, man.....it's really loud. It can't be healthy. What do you think, fb? |
i was told it is bubbles squishing around. |
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do your kneecaps move around a lot? maybe working on your quads would help? you can do that sitting at work. just flex and unflex your quads until you can't anymore. though it sounds more like in the joint than the knee cap. i'm not a doctor. i don't see why i think i know anything. except about the sublexing patella, bit. that's how i cured mine. |
Nate- the doc's right, its just the bubbles popping here and there, its like when you crack your knuckes except your knees bend the right way to pop them way more often. As for the girl situation, your right, I am scared. I should probably explain the fact that for the longest time she has been the person (minus all sorabjites because we know that they are included in this bunch) that I confided my problems to. In fact I think thats what I fear is losing a person to tell my problems to, someone to give me a hug when I'm having a really shitty day (which I don't have now because she lives in a differnt fucking city.) I am scared and I know it, and your right Nate its all a matter of saying the first few words and letting the ball roll. Now the trick is to actually say the words and roll the ball. |
magnets. If anything shows, I don't know what to tell you. I'm not pleased with my results. Maybe I had a hack doctor, maybe it needs more time, maybe I'm expecting too much. I am pleased with the pain meds though. |
The only cure is to stay single for a while and learn to relish it, suck it up and you'll be better for it. You'll also be a better catch for Ms Right, because you'll be more emotionally healthy and able to enjoy a relationship. |
Trust in the Will of the Universe. i'm getting a kick out of that. |
My knees have been creaking and popping since i was a kid. I was also told it was fluid build up...and the subsequent bubbles. I know people who have had the fluid drained....excess that is. The last time i threw my knee out in a major way, was during a company xmas party...back in ATL. I was doing kareoke to Blue Suade Shoes...the hip and leg motions proved to much so my knee said "the hell with you" and put me on the ground. Its absolutely frightening when my knees go out like that, because it can happen simply by walking...such as it did a few weeks ago. I stepped on an uneven part of the side walk and it started to go out but i caught it in time. During the Blue Suade Shoe episode, i was off my feet for 2 weeks. They advised if I was not walking in another week...orthopedic surgery here we come. Basically everytime if goes out like that it rips cartilage. My grandpa got both his caps replaced entirely and said it was the best procedure and most painful he did medically ever (and he's had a lung removed a pipe in his heart and numerous other ailements). He got some killer meds too. |
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The whole thread reminds me of my Ex----that was her whole tack on things over a year ago----"I think I'm falling out of love with you." And I spent a year fighting to keep a chance of pulling it all back together alive. It was a total waste of time, of course----She says, "don't hate yourself over me---I'm not worth hating yourself over." I respond, "no----you're just everything I ever wanted." and it all goes back to the same shit----if I were worth anything she'd still love me....if I were worth anything nothing would have changed....but it always turns out this way. And it spills over into anything else----all my writing endeavours and whatever---if I can't change her mind then it's all just a waste of time---there's no way I'll ever win over jaded publishers or agents....so goes the life of a Professional Failure, I guess--- I have zero hope and zero faith and as far as I'm concerned life is total shit.....but wtf? I hoist a 40 to alla y'all in the "Buddy System" ,anyway. |
It's strange how smart people get turned into total idiots by love. |
when i actually used to be quite athletic with soccer and skating...my legs were in excellent shape....they popped out all the time. Not that your advice isnt good, ive been seriously thinking of getting my legs back into shape....keep them limber and flexible. |
It's called Entropy, boys'n' girls.... |
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2. I am proof love makes smart people stupid. |
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you are your body. don't let your ego tell you otherwise. |
I prefer tennis or racquet ball to running.I enjoy them more.I did take a big dive,right onto my right shoulder on the tennis court,a few months ago.It was bad,people came running over to see if I was okay.I was in too much pain to be embarrased.I just wanted them to go away,so I could lick my wounds in private. J,I will NEVER forget the sight of you standing on your head,with your dress falling over your head,and those big clunky platform shoes waving in the breeze.It was priceless!{J is all legs,long skinny legs,so she looked really cute} Hal,you're not a coward.Relationships are hard.No one wants to be alone.When you are ready,you'll be able to make the break and walk away without bitterness. |
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No Patrick, I always though it was weird too. I had an ex girlfriend who was a swimmer who could clasp her hands together in front of her and rotate them up and over her head till she was touching the small of her back and never let them go. It was fucking creepy, but she was a damn good swimmer. No double joints, just loose ones. |
It's hard to be correct and be alone in your correctness. Think of the Asch experiment. In 11th grade, my pre-cal class tried to convince me the color blue does not exist in nature. Come ON. |
so was your pre-cal class. light does not exist in wavelengths between 400 and 500 nm. |
Swimmers got them strong thighs too, nothing like having your hips crushed by a pair of naked swimmer thighs during sex. You know when they come, you can feel your hips pop and crackle. |
i guess there is a point here. it's not the object or the light it reflects, but the way our brain interprets what our eye is receiving. so color only exists in the mind. which, you might argue, is part of nature. how geeky is this? |
I was saying things like bluebirds, robins' eggs, blue flowers, EYES, the SKY.... They were saying things like, yeah, but those are purple, my eyes are really green, and the sky is only blue because of pollution in the atmosphere. And I was thinking things like, you're so full of shit your eyes are brown, but saying things like, so are you saying the sky was RED a thousand years ago? Morons! Robins' eggs are BLUE. YES THEY ARE. The point of my story was not whether they were correct, which they weren't, but that I refused to give in to their lies. However, last week my roommate tried to persuade me that actors actually have sex during R-rated love scenes and I gave in because I was tired of arguing with her. She likes to call me naive when I disagree with her, regardless of the topic at hand, and I was getting pissed off. I was less than enthusiastic in my concession, however, so I can still feel like I didn't give in. |
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color exists in temp. ultimately i suppose its all brain's interpretation. tungsten...i.e your average table lamp is 3200Kelvins ...where as daylight or flash/strobes are around 5600k. blue exists upwards of 8000k |
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i'm sure of it. |
But she was talking every scene. She was wrong. I should have stuck to my guns. This is making me really mad now that I'm thinking about it. |
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Don't make fun of me. |
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i'm talking about subject confidence. maybe sphere of knowledge was a bad term. take something that you have a lot of subject confidence in, and she has next to none. she's going to take your word on whatever you say. why wouldn't she? where's her basis for disagreement? now craft some exqusite fantasy within your subject. tell her about it. she'll never know. and you can be smug. and you can bust a brastrap if you ever hear her repeating it to someone. |
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