Harbal, I like a man who likes a woman with theories
Map, speak for yourself. I'll concede I'm autumnal, but I will never see that life ends at 50. I've had the best time ever since around 55 and I hate the thought autumn will run out one day. Hoping for a mild winter.
I'm beginning to think there are people with souls and people without. Which explains everything. Think on, when we're due to be born we're asked hey, do you want the afterlife uncertainty or not? And some choose not, very firmly. And some choose the gamble they'll live a decent-enough life to qualify for yet another go-round.
I've had that theory 2 minutes
I will now fight to the death anyone who disagrees with it. Good grief. It's so OBVIOUS how did we not see it before
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because I was not chosen to deliver the Word before
JFK - I suppose the goal is to live without 'what-ifs' and 'wish I hadn't' regrets, and you took chances and can look back on them positively - that's pretty much top marks in my book.
Imp, wow! and I can so identify with much of that I too want it now. Tick tock time is fleeting and no-one is selling more of the stuff. I've finally learned, I think, I hope, not to grab. There's a lovely Scottish saying - what's for you won't go by you.
Yeah_nah - who ARE you? You know me! Except that no, not related to Hansie who in his heyday taught everyone at least one Afrikaans word, the word for holiday. You know me so well, you'll get that
That song makes me cry. I heard it 4 years ago for the first time.
Daears, I don't find change easy, but there have always been opportunities. Some should be ignored, and some should be taken, and there are always clues to which is which, when we listen. Change is terrifying but phew, its exhilarating!
Molly (Mollee? ) that's the last philosophy I would have expected from you, you're a go-getter - so you have conflicting philosophies too? Bummer, ain't it?
Hey, Vier. Right now I'm doing holiday lets but long-term yup will probably go the conventional rental route just because it is less work and I'm lazy, but even though the places are separate, you're quite right, it has to be a fit.
Perfect world I'd have someone booking for a couple of weeks, and that turns into months or even longer because the meld is painless.
Hope you get a goodie soon because it potentially makes life a little more interesting all round
The last few messages I have had have changed slightly and are now adding, to the usual guff about my ravishing smile / awesome profile / lovely personality, how long have you been here?
What's that all about? I mean the last 3 messages at least. All asking.
I've just told the latest guy I've been here 27 years, that it was a long wait but now at last we have found each other.
Kal, yeahhhhhhhhhhh I had a lodger for my last few months in Scotland, that was exactly like that. Not wanting to go home, because it no longer felt like home. Good for you for ending that situation, I was lucky, I sold the house so there was no need for confrontation! This situation is now okay, I think. In fact there's a street fiesta happening this weekend and we're going to it tonight together, although I intend to have a drink and then return home, I just want to see what it's like and I don't like going out on my own in crowds.
Luke, you are a lovely man and I would flirt with you any time, you give me the nod, 'kay?
Gypsy, I love flirting and I haven't flirted in far too long and I must before I let my confidence (and my roses ) be leeched away
This comment is NOT at the OP or even at anyone in particular, it is a general comment on how wonderful it is to have such complete faith in your own convictions that you can pass judgement on all others for not believing as you do.
Whether atheist, agnostic, or following (to any degree) a religion, anyone who can believe that only they know the truth, and at least 5 billion people holding various differing beliefs are all wrong, is at the very least mind-bogglingly arrogant.
No-one alive knows what happens when we die. The last great adventure, or a dwindling fizzle? Are the few inexplicable but documented ghost cases, in a sea of fakery, too low a percentage to matter? The people who have near-death experiences and suddenly fluently speak a language they've never been exposed to in their lives before? That's proved inexplicable even after government-funded testing - in some cases. There are, of course, fakes as well.
Life itself remains a scientific mystery. Anyone who has looked into in vitro fertilization knows there are always multiple embryos implanted - identical, viable, ready to spark to life. And yet - sometimes 2 or 3 spark. Sometimes 1. Sometimes none. Start again.
But no, the arrogant know there are no mysteries, no questions, all that is needed is for them to say 'because I say so' before their minds clang shut like steel doors. Weirdest of all - they are proud of their certainty. Whether they are for religion, or against it, they don't need to know any more than their own conviction.
Wow.
Sorry, that was a bit off-topic but I really wanted to say it
Niceguy, I have no idea why the finger thingies are so inadequate, maybe it is just a tab for holding the cup and happens to have a hole in the middle?
As for the bread, I have to disagree with Map here, yes those little flat roll things could be used to tile doorsteps and there is good reason so many Spanish are missing teeth but soft bread is available. On the other hand you then have to go to all the bother of toasting it. So ... you got served the halfway option
Mimi, little bit of a downer too, here was me anxiously wondering if I was a femme fatale and all along he was probably just trying out lines to see their effect. Since the effect was to make me bolt indoors, it is almost worth wondering what would have happened if I had responded amorously, could have scared the poor guy into fits
I now have visions of myself leering subconsciously at shoppers in the local supermarket I do tend to avoid the whole world when I am living in my head
(still to Itchy) and no not underfoot all the time, not at all, he goes out to watch the football at the pavement cafes, yay for the world cup! And it is a writing retreat, and he does spend a lot of time writing. If he was writing on the terrace, or sitting there a lot, no problem, but he does wait for me to go outside and then he comes down. There are 3 separate areas outside, there shouldn't need to be any overlap at all.
Molls, the equivalent of a guy in his 20s for you. And I know when someone has the hots for me (well, I think I can remember ) and I keep thinking there's an oddball agenda.
Traditional to sweet-talk the landlady to get more dumplings in your soup, maybe that is all it is and I'm being thick so he is over-egging to a dangerous degree
RE: The curse of predictive text
Cut the mouldy bits off the cheese, Map