It struck me this morning that I have another comparison to my car....
We both carry unneccessary baggage in our rear compartment, would benefit from an internal detoxing, and though not always willing (able?) to turn on at the first request, some gentle persuasion or a good thump will do the trick!!
This is frighteningly true! It must be time to look at another option....perhaps if I do something about my rear end and rusty spots I could deserve a sassier model? Hmmmmm...
Ah, bless you! As much as I would like to compare myself to - and be driving, - something sassy and powerful, it seems I have to meditate on and accept my (our) limitations.
I actually hate that I enjoy my car, - even if she is always being overtaken on the main roads!!!
LITTLE JOHNNY WATCHED HIS DADDY'S CAR PASS BY THE SCHOOL PLAYGROUND AND GO INTO THE WOODS.
CURIOUS, HE FOLLOWED THE CAR AND SAW DADDY AND AUNT JANE IN A PASSIONATE EMBRACE.
LITTLE JOHNNY FOUND THIS SO EXCITING THAT HE COULD NOT CONTAIN HIMSELF AS HE RAN HOME AND STARTED TO TELL HIS MOTHER.
"MUMMY, I WAS AT THE PLAYGROUND AND I SAW DADDY'S CAR GO INTO THE WOODS WITH AUNT JANE. I WENT TO LOOK AND HE WAS GIVING AUNT JANE A BIG KISS, THEN HE HELPED HER TAKE OFF HER SHIRT. THEN AUNT JANE HELPED DADDY TAKE HIS PANTS OFF, THEN AUNT JANE........"
AT THIS POINT MUMMY STOPPED HIM SHORT AND SAID, "JOHNNY, THIS IS SUCH AN INTERESTING STORY, SUPPOSE YOU SAVE THE REST OF IT FOR SUPPER TIME. I WANT TO SEE THE LOOK ON DADDY'S FACE WHEN YOU TELL IT TONIGHT."
AT THE DINNER TABLE, MUMMY ASKED LITTLE JOHNNY TO TELL HIS STORY.
JOHNNY STARTED HIS STORY; "I WAS AT THE PLAYGROUND AND I SAW DADDY'S CAR GO INTO THE WOODS WITH AUNT JANE. I WENT TO LOOK AND HE WAS GIVING AUNT JANE A BIG KISS, THEN HE HELPED HER TAKE OFF HER SHIRT. THEN AUNT JANE HELPED DADDY TAKE HIS PANTS OFF, THEN AUNT JANE AND DADDY STARTED DOING THE SAME THING THAT MUMMY AND UNCLE BILL USED TO DO WHEN DADDY WAS IN THE ARMY."
MUMMY FAINTED!
MORAL: SOMETIMES YOU NEED TO LISTEN TO THE WHOLE STORY BEFORE YOU INTERRUPT.
I've long been fed up with people - especially relatives(!) - asking why I'm not, and never have been married! Or it's the 'so what's wrong with you then?'!!
I found I had to prepare myself with the retort that; 'It's not something I've ever needed'. This seems to be interpreted by some to suggest a disparaging remark against men, - and it isn't. It's just that I never needed - or wanted, - to ever feel 'trapped', or 'owned', - or 'obligated', -or even 'insecure'.
To explain, it has lots to do with the disfunction of relationships I witnessed as I was growing up, - and I made a conscious decision to never allow myself to get into a similair situation. But that means a potentially disfunctional situation, - and NOT a potentially respectful, sharing, and loving situation. I was with a woonderful man for many years, but we met too young, and I had made myself a promise to see the world and understand myself better before I committed to a 'settled' relationship. It was my choice, and I don't regret it, but I have never met any one else I was so comfortable with. Maybe that's just the price I have to pay..
Regardless, I don't YEARN for an intense relationship with a man in my life, I so enjoy being able to manage my own time, in my own way. BUT, there may well be a part-time vacancy for an intimate companion in my bed, - so long as he took his dirty laundry home with him on the Monday!!
Seriously, and it has been said here already, we have to be complete in ourselves and not NEED another to make us happy. Happiness is our own responsibilty, and it's something we get immense joy from giving. Put two people together able who are honestly happy in themselves, and what you get is a delightful bonus! What a fabulous situation to experience!
So far this has evaded me, but my heart is full and I'm willing to share...but not at any price!
Let's be grateful for being able to be with ourselves and enjoy our own company. We are, after all, good people to know!
Trish, you begin by giving yourself the permission to think of yourself...your owns needs....FIRST.
Write a list of all the things you'd want to do if you thought you might not be here next month. And work on actually DOING them.
Enjoy being the beautiful unique human being you are. Another relationship - ideally loving - is only a bonus when you realise you can fulfill your life by yourself.
Fire authorities in California found a corpse in a burned out section of forest while assessing the damage done by a forest fire.
The deceased male was dressed in a full wet suit, complete with scuba tanks on his back, flippers, and facemask. A post-mortem revealed that the person died not from burns, but from massive internal injuries.
Dental records provided a positive identification. Investigators then set about to determine how a fully clad diver ended up in the middle of a forest fire.
It was revealed that on the day of the fire, the person went for a diving trip off the coast some 20 miles from the forest. The firefighters, seeking to control the fire as quickly as possible, called in a fleet of helicopters with very large dip buckets. Water was dipped from the ocean and then flown to the forest fire and emptied.
You guessed it. One minute our diver was making like Flipper in the Pacific, the next he was doing the breaststroke in a fire dip bucket 300 feet in the air.
Apparently he extinguished exactly 5'10" of the fire. Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.
This article was taken from the California Examiner, March 20, 1998. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yaya248 Forum Posts (218)
Does the car you drive reflect the body you wear....(?) ..or aspire to??
These are good, thank you guys!
It struck me this morning that I have another comparison to my car....
We both carry unneccessary baggage in our rear compartment, would benefit from an internal detoxing, and though not always willing (able?) to turn on at the first request, some gentle persuasion or a good thump will do the trick!!
This is frighteningly true! It must be time to look at another option....perhaps if I do something about my rear end and rusty spots I could deserve a sassier model? Hmmmmm...