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It's Better To Burn Out Than It Is To Fade
re: #14: Lissen up, "arinoman" aka "Goatttfish:" Emailing strange rants to someone's department, and asking for information about a person constitutes cyberstalking. You are being watched, dude, so cut it out.— November 19, 2009 12:56 a.m.
It's Better To Burn Out Than It Is To Fade
re: #15: "Daniels has finally won my heart <3" Wedding's back on. "PS--Pain has spread to shoulder. Ouch." Once we get the e-ceremony over with, I'll get rid of that for you, dear. ;)— November 19, 2009 12:45 a.m.
Help! Help! Help!
Oh jeez, write Pike. There may be a way to do it without hiring a forensics expert. Good luck, Cuddle!— November 19, 2009 12:40 a.m.
It's Better To Burn Out Than It Is To Fade
...Or, rather than COMPLETELY missing the point, write a long pissy comment proselytizing to other negative children with nothing to do!!!— November 18, 2009 9:11 p.m.
It's Better To Burn Out Than It Is To Fade
"Pain intense, but isolated." Sounds like a partial haiku of my day, too. ;)— November 18, 2009 8:32 p.m.
It's Better To Burn Out Than It Is To Fade
Hey, hey, my, my... Kinkade's work will never die.. Take a look at the landfills For the reason why... Hey, hey, my, my... My, my, hey, hey... Kinkade's work is here to stay... Old ladies love snowglobes And cherubs that pray... My, my, hey, hey... All together now: It's better to sell out Than to fade away... My, my, hey, hey...— November 18, 2009 8:27 p.m.
It's Better To Burn Out Than It Is To Fade
It was only a matter of time before we sunk to "The Painter of Light." People, we need to stop a moment and savor hitting a new low with our craigslist queries-- a crowd-pleasing, backlit low. :)— November 18, 2009 8:06 p.m.
Men and Babies
I'm sure that to those boys, you are #1, Joe! :)— November 18, 2009 8:03 p.m.
Moving Along
Adam confessed: "This is something I struggle with constantly and don't know what to do about it. I miss them, I love them (even through all the B.S.) but my patience is razor thin." Adam, you should read Barbarella's blog for this week--it might help a little to sort out your feelings about communication with family. I can completely identify with your patience levels and worries over whether or not you'll argue. I bet when you leave, you leave with such sadness that you fought, and yet already miss them, except the missing of them feels more like guilt than love. If so--been there, done that. The patience has to be somehow built up to endure it, and one has to eschew the usual bait, the little things they do that set off our automatic responses, and get us in that resentful mode that encourages the fighting. I have personally decided that my love for them overrides the petty stuff and the judgements, and I have found ways to gently chide "the folk" out of their judgemental modes, so I don't have to knee jerk at them myself. Demanding more honesty of them, and not playing into little manipulative moves you know so well they play can help build more trust and respect, so you can move into a new phase of your relationship--the one where you are an actual adult, a middle-aged one at that! Geez, did I just write all that? Dear Abby...;)— November 18, 2009 7:57 p.m.
Ugly Truth
Fumbler, YOU dropped "it" on that one ;) "An interesting side effect of my frankness is that the more honest I am, the more connected and the less neurotic I feel." So true. Otherwise, we end up sounding [and perhaps looking] like babbling, Woody Allenesque freaks. I think this frankness is a natural part of maturation, and seems to come in one's mid to late thirties, as one becomes more comfortable in oneself. I also love the point about extending trust to others through honesty. The only caveat I can think of is that for some people this virtue ends up being manipulated as a way to escape obligations that are still important, such as 'I'd rather have a glass of wine and relax in the jacuzzi,' rather than drive to see my mother in the hospital,' for example. I knew someone who did this, but rather than tell a lie, she just said, "Well, I'll drive up when it's time for a shift change, and the rest of you are ready to go home." This worked, but it still felt like a manipulation, knowing her true feelings. I felt like she should still be thinking more of her mother. It's tough, because there are still moral dilemnas to deal with, even though we've found a more honest, and sometimes refreshing way to communicate.— November 18, 2009 7:47 p.m.