There was a girl who gave me a poem, and she gave me permission to share it with you, and I want to do that because it explains about putting off and putting off and putting off - especially putting off caring about people we really love. She wants to remain anonymous, but she calls the poem, "THINGS YOU DIDN'T DO"
and she says this:
Remember the day I borrowed your brand new car and I dented it? I thought you'd kill me, but you didn't.
And remember the time I dragged you to the beach, and you said it would rain, and it did? I thought you'd say, "I told you so." But you didn't.
Do you remember the time I flirted with all the guys to make you jealous, and you were? I thought you'd leave me, but you didn't.
Do you remember the time I spilled strawberry pie all over your car rug? I thought you'd hit me, but you didn't.
And remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance was formal and you showed up in jeans?
I thought you'd drop me, but you didn't.
Yes, there were lots of things you didn't do, But you put up with me, and you loved me, and you protected me.
There were lots of things I wanted to make up to you when you returned from Viet Nam.
That is what is so nice about the friends hangout for me. Just be yourself and you will fit in. We hopefully accept ourselves and love ourselves. Hopefully we learn how to be friendly with our friends. I feel friendship is the beginning of it all. It takes time to get to know someone and there is no set time to judge that time by.
Right. This place wakes you up to the truth. You find out what you need to know. You have to be here for a while to really appreciate it. If you take a short cut you will cheat yourself of its beauty. It was a pressure cooker for me at first and it got so bad for me that I had to leave. But thankfully I came back. Now, I just hang out with my friends and enjoy the freedom of being single. That is the way it feels right now but it changes.
I will never know how this whole thing works. It just keeps getting bigger. Each time a new person comes in or a person leaves it seems like it changes the whole. This place is awesome.
I write the lines but who writes me. Where do I start and another begins? When I walk alone and your memory is with me, am I truly alone? Where is my boundary if I can not meld? Am I just human or is there more to me then that? If I have a spirit is that my essence, or is it all of me? Where does my spirit live? Is my spirit there when my body is gone? Does a picture of me know if I have been noticed and talked to after my body has gone? The primative say a picture can capture a soul. I talked to a picture but it seemed like nobody was home. Yet, I have a memory of when someone was there. I found words that described the picture, yet, I could describe the picture differently. Sometimes my version of you seems different then the version I feel from you. I wonder if my picture talks to your picture when neither of us is here.
Tabbycat, welcome to the forums. I was new here once. There are many friends here. Some friends here want even more. It is a good place to be with and talk to friends. This place has changed me in so many ways. I don't feel like I am the same person, now that I have been here for a while. I love this place, it is my home.
RainbowSlider Forum Posts (7,174)
RE: Im Paul
Well, Paul, I am the lonely type and it helps to talk to people because it takes the lonliness away. You never know when you might meet a new friend.