There are people who do care as can be seen from the posts above me. I have went through my entire grieving experience right here on the forums. Your life is on hold but someone is holding it. Now is the time for friendships and even laughter which may seem like a rediculous thing. You got to look past the guilt trips. They are not necessary for your recovery. I know your mother is going through a revovery but so are you. Grief is like a monster with a giant maw which tries to consume everything in its past. You will think it won't be satisfied until everything is nothingness. You must hold on for those who depend on you and loved ones that look up to you for answers. These are the times that try men souls. When I lost my wife I lost my closest friend and so much more that I wasn't even aware of at the time. I go to grief meetings still although not as many as I did. Being around fellow suffers who have went through the grieving experience will help you in many ways. You will find that being there for others will help you be there for yourself. If you do not turn completely bitter you will know a compassion that defies understanding. I feel for you for I know what you will be going through. Just hold on and stand fast in your faith.
Dear Abby Normal, I think I was flirted with, yesterday but am not sure if she was seriously flirting or just play flirting. I was hoping you could tell me the difference. I would hate to have been flirted with and not know if she was really flirting or not. I was wondering if your could send me some tips on flirting so I could learn how to skillfully flirt. Sorry to have to bother you like this as I know you get a lot of mail.
Dear Abby Normal, I really don't know how to tell you this but I think I have broken my flirter from flirting too much. Could you please send me a new flirter so I can flirt, again? I really miss flirting. I am sending in my old flirter to see if you can fix it.
Can she cheer me up when I am down? Can she be my best friend all around? Can she look closer to what's inside? Can she converse and overlook my pride? Can she dance and make feel happy? Can she love me even when I'm crappy? Can she sing to me and hold me close? Can she laugh when she makes a pose? Can she giggle and tickle my nose? Can she survive in a barren place? Can she caress my mind and face? Can she make a house into a home? Can she make me not want to roam? Can she dance to a different drummer? Can she or can't?; Oh, what a bummer.
So many spiders with so many strands. Casting their webs across the lands. With outstretched feelers they wander. Pausing to reflect as they will ponder. Tiny eyes that can be so useless. Seeing other spiders that are clueless. Feeling the heat and the cold. Enjoying nature as it unfolds. Forever crawling over everything. Searching for what knowledge brings.
Scratching her furr and trying to pick the ticks off her while she has her razor sharp teeth attacking my pillow. Having her lick the inside of my ear while I am trying to sleep. Her scratching the door until I get up and let her in. Trying to type with her long tail in my face. God, I got to get another significant other.
Oh, tortured soul vexed with such sweet anger. Your serenity is in jeopardy from this danger. Righteous indignation and reasoning unfounded. Slowly you're crumbling with ego that is grounded. Vented rage at innocent bystanders notwithstanding. Void of mercy a demon's hell-bent understanding. You seek to justify; You demand retribution. But the flames leap higher in equal distribution. The darkness grows ever longer; Dawn not in sight. When at last you're depleted; Lost in forever night.
Germany to the states. Nothing like seeing that beautiful babe with her hand stretched out with that flame in her hands whether you're coming in on a 747 or sailing in on a cruise ship to Ellis Island. I am so glad she got her makeover. It was about freaking time. Who loves ya babe.
I can remember once trying to make this budget for her to follow. It was so tight. She said you show me how to buy enough groceries and pay all the bills. It was like that George Jetson cartoon where George takes the dollar out of the billfold and she takes the wallet.
Theres a new sheriff in town.
Why? Are you feeling frisky?