I hate that song, but I'm still sore about getting cheated on. So I hate all things that even resemble infidelity, including the movie "Bridges of Madison County".
See that's what I'm talking about, I totally relate to that. For me spirituality has been a discipline, something I have to work at. The ego, the "I mentality" that exists within me is quite dominant when "normal life bumps". I quickly forget my spiritual self, and lash out from habit. However, there are those beautiful moments when the "I Am" takes control of the "I". Then when the moment has passed, the ego pops back in and begins to feel really proud of itself for being so spiritual, which of course is precisely contrary to the point...*sigh*
Always...that which you most need is already at hand. It is simply your incessant searching, and belief in its absence, that keeps it from view.
For many, a spiritual awakening is the result of some traumatic event. Life seems to jostle them awake, and they are forever changed. For me it is more of a discipline, my eyes open, then close again as I hit the spiritual snooze alarm. I find myself constantly trying to drag my spiritual but out of bed. I am interested in the comments of other CS members regarding spirituality.
I think I read something about superstring theory in a book by Freeman Dyson titled "Infinite in All Directions". I live in East Texas and I don't hunt or watch NASCAR, so that makes me an outcast.
It's gotta be me because I'm smooth and I rhyme off the top of my head like a wig and big are my crowds and loud's my vocals and I'm intermingling with my pockets jingling singleing out opponents a cirle forms a cypher and I'm on it I'm in the mix like Vanilla Extract and bring hip hop relief like exlax tip top condition has got me top notch I bounce around a beat like hop scotch a real enhancer you see a lots done changed since D-C Dancer
Let me tell ya why none of y'all will ever be a rapper, because you don't feast on dope beats you're just snackers, meanwhile the Floyd explodes like firecrackers, you've got backwards mentality to try to challenge me, I'll have to hit ya like a blast from the past emcee, my rhymes are best y'alls rhymes are least, the sun sets in the west but rises in the east like yeast
Personal Secretary. I average 70 hrs a week at work, and I just want to flop when I'm off. My secretary could handle all the bills, and stuff. Plus, I'd get her to set in my lap once in a while.
I drive an old police interceptor that I bought from the Town of Brusly, Louisiana. Everbody thinks I'm a cop, people say I look like a cop, and just like a cop I don't actually know all the laws, but I can convince you that I do. Will that work?
I believe that at times boxing can be a cruel sport. But, it doesn't have to be. I don't know what recent fatality you're referring to, but I remember watching one. Many times in boxing, trainers and promotors who are seeking to pad the record of a fighter whom they favor, will deliberately schedule a fight against a lessor opponent. They send the lessor man into the ring to get beat. They don't want him to win. Now, if a man were to volunteer for such a fight that's one thing. I mean, I'd do it if the money was right. I'm strong enough to take it I think. It's when they don't tell you that it becomes cruel. As was the case of the fight I saw. It took place in Mexico. A world class fighter vs. some chump from the local gym. They sent the guy in round after round, they told him, "You're doing great! Keep it up." Round after round, he got pummeled. They didn't throw in the towel. The referee didn't stop the fight, and the guy died later on that night. When a man is deliberatly butchered, that is cruel, and it is not sport. I mean, you wouldn't schedule you kid's t-ball team to play the Yankees, and expect it to be entertaining. With all that said....Yes,I like boxing. I like it a lot.
Look, long distance or not, regarless if you're male or female. After a little time, we are going to find out that whoever we're forming a relationship with is not going to measure up to our expectations. That's just the facts of life. Girls fart too. Men pretend to listen when they're watching T.V. Women take too long to get ready. Men won't ask for directions. Whatever!
This is where we learn to appreciate this important word called "commitment". Because if we are really honest with ourselves, I mean really, then we will realize that WE don't even live up to our own expectations. The people that tell you they do, don't truely, they only change what the expectations are. There is a word for that too, it's called "wishy-washy". So then the real question becomes, is this a person that I want to make a commitment to? Do I want to commit to giving myself to this particular person?
When we meet a man or a woman, to whom we desire to continue giving to, and doing for, EVEN THOUGH their farts really stink, EVEN THOUGH they interrupt us when we want to discuss something important, EVEN THOUGH they'll wash the laundry, but won't fold it or put it away. When we give and do, not for our own sake, but for the sake of the other. Then we have learned the word commitment. Then we have learned what love is all about. Then people have actual value, and are no longer investments in our own so called "happiness".
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RE: the babbling brook of senseless jabber (psycho babble reborn)
It ain't easy to ride a dune buggy in the forest but the truth is I prefer Yellow mustard.