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Somebody recently posted a blog about she preferring to date older men. One thing I found interesting were a few comments by women saying she had daddy issues....like it is a bad thing or something?

What does it mean to have daddy issues?

What is wrong with a woman having daddy issues?

With the divorce rate being so high and a lot of independent women out there, wouldn't daddy issues be somewhat common?

I was listening to Fox news last night and they were talking about the rioting/violence going on in Milwaukee. One of the guests was attributing it to these people not having fathers in their life.

What am I missing here? If a young lady grows up without a father, that is no fault of her own. Why should she not look for a stable male figure in her life if that is what she is craving?

The impression I got from some...that was not a good thing.


Anyway...just something that confused me and I only have a few minutes at the moment here...will be on later to respond. Thank you.

oh, not here on CS. Generally.

Money may be the root of all evil but it is only when we talk about it that people get really het up. If you don't know, you can't get annoyed.

To understand all is to forgive all - but we don't want to understand all. We want to believe what we believe, and talk others into our beliefs, and to get very angry indeed when the others won't listen, or persist in arguing.

I live now in a country where I don't yet speak the language. It's surprisingly peaceful. By the time I had lived this long - 3 months - in Scotland I was caught up in several separate long-running feuds in the neighbourhood and nervously trying to avoid taking sides, being ordered to join things like Home Watch, and backing away at speed from politically-indignant individuals with multiple opinions.

Here, no-one tries to talk to me about politics or issues. I greet people, remark how cold it is, we go on our way smiling. My Spanish builders have given up repeating themselves endlessly in the hope I will suddenly start understanding and instead we get by on a handful of words and a lot of vigorous mime. Ditto when I look up the Spanish phrase I need and go to the DIY shop on the corner. The very voluble duenna in my street who grabs everyone who passes and talks at them for 20 minutes just nods, smiles and pats my dog (which she calls wa-wa).

My neighbour speaks several languages and translates when mime is simply not enough, but for the rest no feelings are offended by things said, because there is not enough vocabulary to offend.

I am beginning to think I should never learn Spanish. I like this peace and quiet!

We talk too much.

I have heard tell of a railway tunnel that few men have set eyes upon since it was abandoned many years ago. Many have sought it, and many out of that many have never returned. And few of the few who have returned claim to have found it. And it is for this reason I am able to say that few men have set eyes on that tunnel. We cannot know, of course, how many of the many who sought to find the tunnel and never returned did find the tunnel, but it is thought to be very few. I mean to find that tunnel and be one of the few of the few who have found it and returned. Although those few won’t be quite so few once I become one of them.

The Tunnel is said to lie 15 miles or so northwest of here, as the crow flies, but I will be cycling. I ride next Friday morning, weather permitting. Friday is my earliest window of opportunity, as I do my weekly shopping on Thursday and will have to wait until then before I am able to provision my journey. I always take a packed lunch when I go out and I don’t want to have to make an extra trip to the shops, so it has to be after Thursday. That’s why Friday is my earliest Window of opportunity.

I anticipate many trials on my quest, and quite a few challenges, so I expect to be out all morning and possibly into the afternoon. That’s why it is important I take a packed lunch, and why I must wait until after Thursday before I go. I will be logging in here early on Friday morning, as I know many of my supporters, or a good few of them, will want to see me off.

We all know about dying wishes, how they must be strictly followed and are sacrosanct. It is against all the laws of nature and various belief systems that such rules are followed to the letter, and so after much soul searching I have decided on my dying wishes, which are as follows- I want my ashes scattered right through the Sorbent toilet paper factory, in particular all the fillings and shards of bone to be spread around the production line with a leaf blower. I'll work out what to do with all the money and houses later.

I was doing the same job for the same company for nearly thirty years. When it came to an end I expected it to be something that would take a lot of getting used to but that wasn't the case. Suddenly, my day in and day out carry on was different yet I slipped into the new situation completely seamlessly. Likewise, I lived with the same person for forty years and when that came to an end it was the same story. I find it surprising that a way of life that has gone on for so long and become so deeply ingrained in my sense of who and what I am can be moved on from so easily. It's not that I don't have any regrets or feelings of nostalgia about the past, I very much do, but even so, I can't quite get over how things can change so much and yet just feel normal. I just wondered if I was unusual in this or is it a common experience?

and I missed you sooo much! Two months today since I packed my computer and although I got it back a week ago it took until today to get connected to the real world.

What have I missed? Who is in love with who? Who's flirting, who's spitting bullets, anyone do something exciting or something really stupid which is still making them blush a little?

I have learned that extreme housework - chipping at plaster, and painting, and hard physical labour rather than cleaning and polishing, although there's that too - doesn't suit me. Every fingernail is broken or chipped, I am lightly spattered with paint freckles, my hair stands out from my head like a loo brush, I say a grateful oooof when I sit down and arggghhhh when I have to stand up, and I walk like John Wayne in his last films. I look about 50 years older than my profile pic. All temporary. (I hope)

Found a bit of newspaper stuffed into a crack in an old wall (interesting ways people repaired walls here but hey, it was dry and the story legible, that was awesome) which talks about el presidento Jimmy Carter, I'm a little hazy on which president happened when, hope an American buddy can date that for me.

So that's me all up to date. Your turn.

I was making A few notes in my copy book and lo and behold, it happened it was a fate worse than writers block.
The curse of the dreaded paper cut had happened upon me.

Now I am organising a march to address the issue of the lack of good lookin nurses on CS

I even invented a catchy chant for the walk

Where is LouLou ? Fix my boo-boo ! Where is LouLou ? Fix my boo-boo !

We are all on this planet because we were born from another human. If you do not already know, to naturally have a child/family, it takes two people of the opposite sex to procreate.

I do not know how norms, culture, and society works across the globe, so I can only reference the country I live in and how it operates.

It has been always the man's duty to approach the woman and take the initiative on creating the harmonious bond, where the couple eventually make a family in many cases (average family size 2 1/2 kids).

The man brought home the bacon and the woman fried it up in the pan.

The woman, man, and children lived a life under one roof and given our human nature, they bonded.

In some cases, that did not happen. There were tensions, but not in all cases. At worse, the man knew he was a father and the mother knew she was a mother....very rarely did it happen that the parents did not recognize themselves as parents.

Fast forward to today with feminism....and in many cases life is not like it was 20+ years ago. The man has become less valuable to some feminist women. I do not know the numbers or percentages on this...but they have become less valuable.

Our human nature, both men and women, are to procreate...otherwise our s*xual urges would not exist. These urges are beyond our control...they are innate. So with that said, it is our nature, both men and women, to produce offspring.

Now in traditional days...I would argue even today (because some women like to have their cake and eat it too) the female gender was at an advantage for having the opportunity to have offspring. Because of the tradition of men approaching women, they had ample more opportunity to engage in practices to produce offspring. Does that make sense? If she is getting approached by men and she is feeling her natural urges at a particular time, she then chooses to "engage." Some women got approached by men hundreds of times a week...some maybe ten times a week. In everyone of these cases, if she wanted to "engage", she could simply oblige.

With men, they didn't have that luxury. They might approach hundreds of different women per week, or some men maybe ten per week...and not get any female takers. The bottom line is, women decide. He had to prove his worth to the woman. She needed to know that the man was going to be there for her and not leave her high and dry...fending for the care of the family on her own. In addition, if the woman was not in the mood..no go. In addition, if the woman was not attracted to him...no go. In addition, if her friends gave the thumbs down...no go. Most men had it fairly tough...that is even in traditional days.

Today we have feminism. Even in traditional days, a man had to get "lucky" to get a woman in his life. The feminist days are going to require even more luck.

Now what about abortion? Say there is a man and woman couple together in today's society and they engage in their nature given urges and procreate. The man wants a child but the woman does not. She has a right to end the pregnancy.

With more difficulty of man finding a mate and the female having a right to abort....

When coming to genders, does that give the female more power over life than the male?

If so, is it fair?

I don't know myself...but a question to ponder...I think anyway.

In the blink of an eye, everything can change.
So Hug a little longer.
Love a little stronger.
Forgive a little sooner.
Smile a little sweeter...you may never know when you may not have that chance again.

Life is too short for shitty sex and bad relationships...
Life is too short to wake up with regrets...

So many thoughtful quotes about life being too short...


Well now we know it's really short and many of us have lived half our life already and many more spent half of that half sleeping or whining nonsense about life

I'm 40 now and loving it. No complaints about my life, I'm OK and happy, like I always say, if something else comes along and make it happier it will be considered a bonus
I just can't help wishing for some silly things though Maybe I'm a little greedy but hey, no harm in dreaming, is there?


Seems most bloggers here are settled and OK with their life...wondering if they too have some unfulfilled desires and wishes ...and what would they be?

Just getting back from taking a small trip....nothing significant to talk about...but, along the way I bought a pack of new socks. You know that little plastic thingy that holds them together...well, I just realized that you don't need to break that to get the socks loose. One side is designed a little thinner than the other side to allow it to bend and pull through the sock. It only took 30 years to realize that...unless it is a new design.


no feminism again.