Sommer is a teacher! She also lives in Austria and would not justify it in her mind to send anyone over to your home in Texas to reprimand you in such a way. She was speaking from a purely intellectual point of view through a medium known as a parable or simile. She migt put you in time out or make you take a nap with the rest of the class as it seems that perhaps your delusions are founded in a base need for sleepy time. Maybe standing in the corner for a few minutes might clear your head, then you will be welcome to participate again.
Quite concurrent to your present position you will sadly find that the order of events has fooled you into believing you were defending yourself here. You rudely slandered this good woman's opinion without cause long before I responded. And contrary to your current belief that I am attempting to 'impress' her, if you would look at my profile you will see that I am here seeking the solace of ideas and not even remotely interested in any type of relationship beyond communication. It is alright to look into a man's profile as it does not make you 'gay' or anything it just might give you some insight before you consider your imaginings to be lucid. For example you yourself state in your own profile... "I am a fun outgoing person that likes to live life to the fullest. I can get along with everyone and I do not judge people for any reason. I am currently attending college with plans to transfer to a university." A reasonable position if it were 100 percent true. But alas some small portion of it appears to be misplaced in fantasy or forgetfulness.
As it is rather unlikely that he will have the decency or wit to apologize, I will take it upon myself to right this grievous error.
You are a fine woman of great intellect and passion. Nothing you said deserved his irresponsible reply so I ask your forgiveness for our gender if not the man himself. Men have done enough wrongs to women throughout history to allow this sort of behaviour to colour the evolved who have recently, due to the gift of opposable digits, managed to develop beyond the club.
I am sorry you had to endure yet another of the recently non-arboreal.
Man has a natural predisposition to self-awareness and strength. In primitive times it was required for survival, and only the strong survived through the multitudes of challenges presented in those times. Strong genetic traits were required for this feat and the most likely candidates for amorous encounters were with these sort of men. Women have senses finely attuned subconsciously in their olfactory equipment, so finely tuned that they can distinguish (subconsciously of course) varying innate qualities of men. For instance if her bloodline is predisposed to some disabling physical condition she can 'smell' the gene that corrects this. Evolution provided this resource to weed out its imperfections and maintain the viability of her creatures. As there is typically only one lion per pride that has any mating potential mankind has followed this stream of development. As our collective managed to assert dominance over the natural world, new possibilities opened themselves to persons with varying abilities. Those with less of the male animal in their blood could manage to eke out a foothold and share their pool as well. Of course only the very successful had any chance of doing so through fate, fortune and intellect. Today we have a culture which allows for all to be equal, yet the basic predisposition of culling the gene pool is still inherent, women still seek out powerful, genes in order to propagate health and continuance. Oddly enough this occurs when the women are at their most receptive for child-rearing, and this is when men get confused. A strong, macho man impresses not only with his commanding pressence but his viability to promote further strength. Women have been the driving force behind civilization for as long as they have been here. They cultivated the home, the art of farming, and raised the children. The men gathered food and offered protection from danger. In our day and age the dangers are greatly diminished yet evolution is not an overnight thing and this need has not yet filtered itself out completely. Women tend to find this for their propogation then weary of the constant risks and abandonment as the man seeks other potential wombs to spread his lineage. Not all strong men are like this but great dollops of them assuredly are. Once the woman has reason to find her own path she typically seeks a more controlled, secure man with whom to raise her children. Hence the good finish last. The natural oder of things as the good responsible man makes a better provider with less risk. In a primitive society a warrior or successful hunter would have made a much more obvious choice for a woman than an artist or musician. Today we have a much more stable environment in which to compete for affection and in time the olfactory component will likely change or fall away. Especially with the profusion of colognes and perfumes, deodorants, shampoos, body washes and detergents to mute our natural pheremones, choice is rapidly becoming intellectual rather than primal.
Kissing is as important as any part of a conversation. It needs timing and rhythm to be properly experienced. Lips come in amazing varieties but never have I seen a mouth that was shaped like a fish pucker or the hole from a punch, so it is entirely beyond me how anyone would present such to someone they wish to physically communicate with. Kissing is not relegated specifically to the lips either, the neck, hands, arms, all parts of the face and virtually every other portion of the anotomy are all receptive to its magic as well. Timing again is the key, as rushing into forbidden territory without the silent non-verbal invitation required will certainly assure you a series of defense if not a good, well-deserved slap. A kiss is not just about tongues, or pressure, or any one specific thing, it is an artistic, graceful thing that can only be worked as a paired art. The giver and receiver exchanging places so rapidly that the eyes of any bystander should never know who is doing what. A real kiss is a physical poem, alight with passion and ardor, fire and flame. The language of kissing sadly has taken the backstage in the art of life, as we are thoroughly entrenched in our instant gratification and the world of me me me. Fortunately for all, men and women, their remain artists and artistes through whom this lost art may yet be found. In truth they will likely have only one student for many years or perhaps their lifetimes, but they are out there.
A digital flower has no emotion. Little time is expressed in the garnering, and they feel very empty. Flowers are beautiful and by all means should be representative of how someone fels, but I much prefer fresh hand picked ones. To give and receive, after all it is the thought that counts... The only purpose they might have here is between friends as I would never accept one if given from someone whom I have never spoken with. Perhaps if there was some sort of limit to how many a person could send in a week it would indicate that at least the one you receive was chosen especially for you. More so if the entire allotment for the time frame was delivered to only one person.
Stranded on a deserted island...? Only two come to mind...
Bear Grylls from Man vs. Wild Les Stroud from Survivorman
and maybe that chap who rides the horses and tries to find the guys before they cross the line from that other show... he seems to have al the required knowledge and skills to make it out alive as well.
Again as with morality it is a choice. We are distancing ourselves from our past at an alarming rate. Television 30 years ago was profuse with manners, morals and such. Not to say that the initial onset of this current trend wasn't already there but the other side was regularly promoted as well. Television has become the great indoctrinator of our time and the effects of this are steamrolling through our society as we speak.
I don't know what I was thinking 'Til I was thinking of you I don't remember a thing before I opened my eyes And you came into view I don't know what I was doing When there was nothing to do Must've been waiting for someone, baby Now I can see - I was waiting for you CHORUS
I'd give up my sight just to see you I'd beg, I would borrow and steal I'd cut off my hands just to touch you And tear out my heart so you'd know how I feel There's nowhere that I wouldn't follow There's nothing that I wouldn't do 'Cause I wouldn't wanna be me If I didn't have you
Driving myself to distraction Until you got in my way I was just whistling Dixie 'til you struck up the band And they started to play I don't know how I was living Until you came in my life I always knew there was something wrong Then you came along Baby, you made it right CHORUS
I was alone in the silence 'Til I was hearing your voice I couldn't see my way clear until you parted the clouds And you gave me a choice I couldn't pick up the pieces 'Til I was falling apart I didn't know I was bleeding 'Til your love fixed this hole, baby, here in my heart
I'd give up my sight just to see you I'd beg, I would borrow and steal I'd cut off my hands just to touch you And tear out my heart so you'd know how I feel There's nowhere that I wouldn't follow There's no place that I'd rather be This life without you would be hollow This love is a gift, and you gave it to me All that I am, you have made me And baby, I know that it's true I'd give it all up in a heartbeat Just to spend every moment with you There's no place that I wouldn't follow There's nothing that I wouldn't do 'Cause I wouldn't wanna be me If I didn't have you
You are most welcome Daniel. Not my own words but then again I hold no candle to those which you posted above and would deem them worthless in comparison.
Carry your strength with you and you will never be alone.
When your thoughts can no longer be properly finished within your own mind. When her smell is all that you can imagine. When time stands still in her presence. When the blood of your soul returns renewed. When her smile is absolutely infectious. When the sound of her voice eclipses all songs. When the bed is always empty without her. When your dreams begin to move forward. When there is no longer an I in any equation. When the slightest touch of her hand makes you sweat and your heart race.
The sorrow which has no vent in tears may make other organs weep. ~Henry Maudsley Let your tears come. Let them water your soul. ~Eileen Mayhew Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. ~Charles Dickens, Great Expectations, 1860 The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears. ~John Vance Cheney Tearless grief bleeds inwardly. ~Christian Nevell Bovee Time engraves our faces with all the tears we have not shed. ~Natalie Clifford Barney Heavy hearts, like heavy clouds in the sky, are best relieved by the letting of a little water. ~Antoine Rivarol It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears. ~Ovid Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart don't know how to laugh either. ~Golda Meir Tears are Summer showers to the soul. ~Alfred Austin, Savonarola What soap is for the body, tears are for the soul. ~Jewish Proverb
Hence the empty line, and nothing of value to offer. Simplicity from simpletons. An invitation to allow one to be stolen from with no blame incurred through faulty reason of being honest.
Surely you cannot be serious about the hell thing as per the location listed. Any place that you would call home would be blessed by your presence oh hunter of wolves. I am truly happy to see your face here... strong women with a grasp of reality that shames most men and their dreams of control. I returned for this very reason to see words of wisdom, and hope that you will grace us with a tiny share of such in the future.
The pitter patter of tiny footsteps lurking beyond every corner The blurred motion of a small frame just outside the peripheral Tiny piles of toys lined up in some unfinished pattern Strange sounds of laughter hollowly echoing through the halls.
Memories of happy little voices declaring the morning welcome Telephone rings but it is never whom it should be The bathroom is always available now, never a closed door The only sounds that are real are the shifting of old timber.
A waking start from sweaty dreams to sounds that are never there A kitchen table with but one solitary place set where once they were more The trials of learning to portion meals for one Storybooks left unread on beds that remain made always.
I leave the books and toys and movies and such all about In sacred little piles, to remind me of times long gone When once there were many and now just the one Memories of times now gone are all that I have left.
A hug from a memory never as warm As the wiry little clasp of eyes filled with Love They tell me that time cures all ills But how long is this thing called time?
And why does it move so slowly during moments like this? When it speeds itself beyond compare During those moments that mean the most I endure all because I am told that this is how it is.
A half-finished picture An empty bowl A barren house A lost soul.
There are few who compose these sentiments as concisely as you have. With your outlook, wit (as represented here and in less serious threads), your beaming smile and some perseverence in not being fooled into settling for some see-through romance you will have all you dream of. Know who you are, develop where you want to be in life and let them find you. Eventually someone will cross your path who has traveled the same journey and you can share the completion of the journey hand in hand into the twilight. You give me hope for the human condition. Thank You.
ICO; Prince of Persia; Sly Cooper 1,2,3; Kya; Ratchet & Clank; Sphinx ad the Cursed Mummy; Beyond Good and Evil; Shadow Hearts 1,2; Jak & Daxter... all very good platform games for the PS2.
The best works of a writer come when they are starving, physically, emotionally or spiritually. It takes utter abandon to see the beauty before our eyes at times.
Thank you for the kind words.
Sadly it takes a broken heart to recognize one, and no one deserves to have that hurt.
I have a SNES with 150+ games; a Nintendo 64 with about 25 games; a PS1 with about 50 games; and a PS2 with over 150 games... sadly no children remain to encourage me to play anymore. And a dozen dusty game cards for the extinct Turbo Grafx and no machine to fire them up with.
Eyes so bright, they mute the lightning on a summer night A smile so promising, it lifts abandon from the heart Drew me unerringly forth, like a wayward moth to a light After all I’ve been through, I dreamt of a new start.
A friendship that would certainly last throughout the years A companion desired in body, mind, and soul Where there was never any doubt or shame in tears Each and every moment spent restoring us to whole.
Laughter and joy, personal pains and shared sorrow Healing words and prayers to put away the past Endless dreams and talks of an endless tomorrow Your spirit burned into mine, surely it could last.
Released from all that held you down in your life You closed your heart and walked away My mission was never to take you to wife But put you on your feet for another day.
Yet still within my heart, I bear you no ill will My Love for you has grown beyond any simple need If never I see your perfect face, I will always Love you still My garden has been weeded and yet remains a seed.
The hardest part of all of this for me Is that I lost my Love and my very best friend You turned your back so suddenly I never saw the end.
My heart now empty, I gave it all, I now just blindly live Even through this all, I know that if ever you came again There are no bounds within my soul that would not give Not any price, no amends, no reasons to explain.
But now faith, hope, and love remain -- these three The greatest of these is love. Even if not one voice might agree I know you were sent from above.
I have severed two relationships in my life and that is enough for me. Three children now suffer for this action but it would only have gotten worse if I didn't terminate the relationships. Imagine every day at work having your children dropped off so your significant other can go out to her friends and the bars to party up the life she suddenly believes she missed out on. Two years of this and the children only aged well enough to ask where mom was every night? No infidelity (until the last few months) but plenty of drugs and alcohol. Or imagine coming home from a 12 hour shift (at least twice a week) to find a party going on in your home. Your children look into your face and ask what's for supper at 7:00PM. You ask them what they had to eat all day and they show you some candy bags and wrappers. The parties get worse and suddenly you are the sole caregiver for a half dozen relatives who have conveniently moved themselves in. No incomes, but more bad habits than you can shake a stick at.
Hindsight is 20/20 but if I could have lived this in reverse I would most assuredly have not had any children.
In my case drugs and alcohol were the direct cause. And I still hurt for my children to this very day. You'd think these women would need a free 'baby sitter' once in a while, but they refuse any and all access to my children until I bring them to court, then they comply for a few months until it all begins again.
I feel for all the children in sorry situations like this. Just grateful to see others who have separated, manage some civility and sense. The only ones who can prophit or lose from this are the children.
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RE: Why is it that good men finsh last??
Aw not you too Hondo... now we both have his gay thing that he planted in his profile like anthrax awaiting the unknowing...Lets hope the contagion doesn't spread like he desires or he just might find someone willing to be his date to the prom...