They wished me to wake up alone for the rest of my life

Do return to your sewage.

They wished me to wake up alone for the rest of my life

Nothing you ever would bother your handsome self about.

They wished me to wake up alone for the rest of my life

Eh?

They wished me to wake up alone for the rest of my life

Can we draw a conclusion that there are more female HSP:s than males?

Or perhaps, male HSP:s are not in hurry to admit their existence?


Nonetheless, the orphan question to michaelright: have you never encounter a woman, who questioned your ways?

They wished me to wake up alone for the rest of my life

It is so typical, you wouldn't believe. And it is also very true!

It happens that I cannot afford be laying in my orchid position, but have to jump up to the alarm clock. But nonetheless, there are days when I can be lying with my arms outstretched to the ends of my bed, the blanket is cast aside, absorbing the light and air and moisture... well, you can define it as "freedom". And no, it is not an invitation to have sex with me. It is a moment I enjoy upon waking up. It is all. And at that moment I don't want to have anyone in my proximity. Regardless how much I like them.

Waking alone is a luxury. In my case it's a luxury I earned.

They wished me to wake up alone for the rest of my life

Indeed.

Taken from:


High sensitivity applies across a few different categories. There are several traits or characteristics common to HSPs, according to the researchers who identified this personality trait:

"
- Avoiding violent movies or TV shows because they feel too intense and leave you feeling unsettled

- Being deeply moved by beauty, either expressed in art, nature, or the human spirit, or sometimes even a good commercial

- Being overwhelmed by sensory stimuli like noisy crowds, bright lights, or uncomfortable clothing

-Feeling a need for downtime (not just a preference), especially when you have hectic days; needing to retreat to a dark, quiet room

- Having a rich and complex inner life, complete with deep thoughts and strong feelings that go with them
"



I do understand that a non-HSP could perceive those traits as weird. Does a non-HSP understand that her or his traits are weird for a HSP?

We, HSP, are in a minority. But how can you, non-HSP, exist without "having a complex inner life, deep thoughts and strong feelings"? Are you vegetables? Is snoring all you can offer?

They wished me to wake up alone for the rest of my life

At the age of 40 I've learned that I belong to HSP group (highly sensitive person). And after I've made some reading on the subject, I understood that I am not a freak. We are certainly not in majority, but not an anomaly either.

Snoring: yes. But there are issues beyond snoring. And it is totally fine with me to wake up alone for the rest of my life :)

Upon waking up, I like to be lying for a while with my arms extended to the limits of my bed, the blanket cast away, absorbing de la nurriture - air, light, moisture, sense of freedom - from the environment around me, as an orchid. When I's married, my - now ex- - husband, read it as an invitation for sex.

An HSP would understand why he is an ex. And it is not possible to explain the concept for a non-HSP.

This thread is a roll-call for us :)

Somehow I sense that there could be a lot of us here.

They wished me to wake up alone for the rest of my life

Oh! My condolences and I wish you to find some one to wake up with within soon and that it will feel good for both of you and that the feeling will last for the rest of your lives!

They wished me to wake up alone for the rest of my life

I wanted to ask: “Will there be any disadvantages?”, but been blocked and the question remains an orphan.


Nonetheless, how’s that perspective for you? To wake up alone for the rest of your life? Is it good or bad or depends on… some conditions?

Whatcha singin?

It's 8:the of March and women's day, that no one cares about. But I do. For me, this day smells cucumbers and mimosa, the smell of spring :)

The eternal subject: love and separation

How to end a correspondence without hurting the other person?

Sure. Though, in my opinionated opinion, a person should understand her or his advice value in a certain situation for a certain person. It is not about allowance to post. It is about the expected reaction.

You are not supposed to know, but for me a person's attitude to the current regimen in Russia is important. I don't expect everybody to know and care. But I do watch those, who utter their support. From my point of view:

Ozzy is putler's supporter. Hence, any of his advises to me are anything else but malign. End of story.

It's the cake that I wan't have and wan't eat. It is malign.

The more is left to you, if you want to.

How to end a correspondence without hurting the other person?

I agree with you and it's therefore I wanted to end it. Got it done already, thanks dad, for better or worse.

How to end a correspondence without hurting the other person?

There might be a language barrier. I do write and read in English. It doesn't mean I speak English. As an example.

How to end a correspondence without hurting the other person?

Well... thank you for the practical advice. I am very bad at formulating my feelings: could be a social skills issue, that I lack.

I never had any problem to send an annoying suitor in the direction of the Russian military ship. But I always had problems with ending the communication with people, whom I didn't want to hurt. And the less you want to hurt them, the worse it turns out :(

My absolute record was with my boss, whom I totally admire, when I wanted to express my condolences for her husband's death - whom I knew as a very adorable person - and I was so inept that she had to pronounce all the appropriate words for me. I wished I died on the spot. (But she is known to protect her group from every possible angle, in my case - even from ourselves.) (I wished I to be her in some of my next iterations.)

I took a farewell with all intrinsic to me clumsiness in hope that my counterpart wouldn't feel too hurt.

Whatcha singin?

Prison, as you know, is in the head.

And if you think carefully, it becomes clear that I am not in prison, but on a space journey.

Judge for yourself. I have a simple, spartan-looking cabin - an iron bed, a table and a bedside table.

There is no time for luxury on a spaceship. The door to the cabin can only be opened from the command center. People in uniform come to me, they say only a few stereotyped phrases, the light of a video camera is on their chest - these are androids.

I don't cook food - an automatic cart delivers it directly to my cabin. My plates and spoons are made of shiny metal.

Just like in a movie about space, the ship’s command center communicates with me. That is, literally a voice from the wall through the intercom says: three-zero-two, get ready for sanitization. And I answer: yeah, okay, in 10 minutes. I'll just finish my tea.



Hello, this is Navalny
I'm fine
Warm and comfortable in a single cabin
I'll be there soon, people.

So, of course, at this moment I realize that I am on a space journey,
flying towards a brave new world.
Could I, a fan of books and films about space, refuse such a flight, even if it lasted three years?
Obviously not. Yes, space travel is dangerous.

You can arrive and there is nothing there.
The flight may be much longer due to a navigation error.
A random asteroid can destroy the ship and you will die.

But help often comes. Friendly signal. Hyperspace tunnel hop - and you are already there.
Cuddling with family and friends in a brave new world.

There is just one big difference with films about space.
I don't have any weapons at all.
What if the ship is attacked by xenomorphs?
I doubt that you can fight them off with a kettle.
Perhaps I'll sharpen the spoon on the wall.

Hello, this is Navalny
I'm fine
Warm and comfortable in a single cabin
I'll be there soon, people.

How to end a correspondence without hurting the other person?

I never asked you. Thank you for your labour for the last time.

How to end a correspondence without hurting the other person?

I am asking for a sentence. You decided that it is not leading anywhere and want to tell it your counterpart. I am asking for precise - precise - wording.

What would yóu say in that situation?

How to end a correspondence without hurting the other person?

Well, it's pretty straight.

How to end a correspondence without hurting the other person?

I consider my counterpart to be human and have feelings. And no, I don't assume that they have the same feelings about the same things as moi. Therefore I wonder.

How to end a correspondence without hurting the other person?

Have you ever been in situation when after a while of corresponding you’ve concluded that your counterpart is not whom you’d consider as someone you’d like to go to a date with?

It’s not their fault: they were polite and sincere on every matter, it is not a question of you suspecting a foul play or anything like that. Just one or another tiny sign hinting that it’s not going to work. Just the person as is, is not your pot of tea.

Have you ever been in that situation? How to end the communication without hurting them? Disappear from the radars without a word? Or tell them you are not worth them? Or what?

Advice needed.

Whatcha singin?

They forbid this song on Russian internet. Just another reason to spread it.

Whatcha singin?



Comme le fruit tombe sans avoir pu mûrir
La faute à l'homme, la faute au vent
Comme l'homme qui sait en se voyant mourir
Qu'il n'aura plus jamais le temps
Un jour de plus il aurait pu chanter
Faute au destin, faute à la chance
Faute à ses cordes qui s'étaient cassées
Son chant s'appellera silence.
Il peut toujours le commencer
Nul ne viendra jamais danser
Nul ne le reprendra en cœur
Il n'aura jamais rien fini
A part cette blessure au cœur
Et cette vie.

Pourquoi
J'voudrais savoir pourquoi, pourquoi
Elle vient trop tôt la fin du bal
C'est les oiseaux, jamais les balles
Qu'on arrête en plein vol.
Comme ces disputes commencées le soir
Faute à la nuit, faute à l'alcool
Et dont il ne restera rien plus tard
Que quelques mégots sur le sol
Il aurait tant voulu frapper pourtant
Faute au couteau, faute à la peur
Il n'aura fait aucun combat au sang
Juste le temps d'un peu de sueur

Lui qui aurait voulu tout savoir
Il n'aura même pas pu tout voir
Lui qui avait l'amour au corps, au corps
Pour la seule qu'il aurait gardée
Il a rendu sa barque au port
Sans l'embrasser, sans la toucher
Juste y penser jusqu'à la mort

Refrain
Il écrivait comme on se sort d'un piège
Faute au soleil, faute aux tourments
Mais comme il prenait pour papier la neige
Ses idées fondaient au printemps
Et comme la neige recouvrait sa page
Faute aux frimas, faute à l'hiver
Au lieu d'écrire il essayait, courage
D'attraper les flocons en l'air


Mais aujourd'hui il est trop tard
Il n'aura pas pris le départ
Et son souvenir ne sera
Que la chanson d'avant la lutte
De l'évadé qui n'aura pas
Atteint son but.

Pourquoi
J'voudrais savoir pourquoi, pourquoi
Elle vient trop tôt la fin du bal
C'est les oiseaux, jamais les balles
Qu'on arrête en plein vol.

The first political prisoner is missing

It is the sincere confession of the premeditated murder. In plain sight.

Whatcha singin?

The first political prisoner is missing

Huilo killed Navalny.

Fun fact: when you say "huilo", a foreigner, who has no Russian and doesn't follow Russian politics, they know at once what "huilo" is. They understand the very content of the word.

Whatcha singin?

A man and a cat: 30 yeas on nothing happened:


Whatcha singin?


I am sure, you know the story by now, don't you?

Be-2: "No one is writing to the colonel..."

Let’s poet

It's tragic when you died... whey soul
Accepted fate and has relaxed...
But evil doctor has revived you
And you are due to work again.

:(

The first political prisoner is missing

You are right: there will be no change through a vote. Putler is either to die or to be replaced by someone in his proximity.

The whole thing matters only to the resistance. And it is obvious now that there IS a resistance!



There is always a beginning. And you can always send a letter to a political prisoner.

The first political prisoner is missing

Thank you for the support. Only it's we are not the ordinary people. We are the ORDINARY people.

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