My wife and me both used to flirt with each other and others. Last week we were learning about the amputeed person. They can feel the fingers in a hand that has been cut off. It was interesting to me because of my grieving process. I still refer to her as my wife even though she has been dead for a year and a half. I noticed that even though I was joking with Amanda and Kim who I car pool with that sometimes people can take something as serious even when in joking about something. They were both talking about their relationships with their husbands. I am old enough to be there grandfathers, lol. I find the female psyche to be interesting. I don't understand it but think it is fascinating, lol.
Jealously can be a motivator to get a guy to notice his lady. His lady may be trying to get his attention albeit not a good way to do it if that is the case. To split up friends based on to try to get one's attention may backfire. One might lose his lady and the friend in one felled stroke. I hope that is not the case. That is why I stated earlier that one must be honest with themselves first. If one can't be honest with one's self then insanity can find entrance. One can get to the point of not knowing who to trust even themselves. A lie can be accepted as truth but that can cause some major problems.
You cleared that up in my perception. I am sorry for the way it made you feel. My condolences to the way the false lie was perceived. Hmmm, I wonder if a false lie is the truth now. My mind is still trying to wrap around that one.
I find love to be totally illogical so I must conclude that love is subjective rather than objective. Love does not compute therefore love must be a virus.
With eyes of love you look right through me. When you hold my hand; It thrills my soul. That special look you give is like a fantasy. Without words you gesture and I know.
A firm grip but holding me softly I feel. The essence of you as you take me. Take me to a place on that rocky hill. Your words of freedom are my sanity.
You have guided me in a quest for truth. I have searched for meaning of things. So many times I have looked for proof. You are the shine that morning brings.
Your caress is so soft and is good. You have been there so many times. You remind me of fine sandalwood. Your words give my poems rhymes.
When alone I think of your life here. You are with me when I began to call. I feel much better when you are near. With you near I don't have to fall.
Beauty may be skin deep but I am not skinning anybody to find out. I had a friend named Jimmy who when asked if a woman was pretty he would say that the clothes she was wearing blocked his view of her. I guess it is a personal interpretation of beauty.
Wow. Waat an awesome experience to be one with nature. I just love living in the country because of that. I have seen eight on the gravel roads. It is good to be in touch with nature. I am glad you had that experience.
Vote, independent, lol. You might not be on the winning team but you will be a winner for voting. I think Al Frankin did a good skit on Saturday Night Live. I just love all the mudslinging in the politics this year. Too bad they can't hold the elections off till it snows then they can throw snowballs at each other, lol. I think politicians are great fault finders but when it comes to understanding them I fall short. You don't hear much about the ways and means committee like you could at one time.
Another good point. That is one part of our griefshare workbook. I was so wrapped up in rage, hurt, guilt and what I call the griefball. The griefball is all these unexpressed feelings and emotions that are packed tight. One by one we have to examine them. I have no rage to God or any person at this point. The guilt is has been dealt with because I didn't know she was dying. It was not my fault that she wouldn't see a doctor; take medicine or go anywhere near a hospital. Her phobia of those things because of her mother's death that happened in a hospital which she blamed the hospital, medications and doctor for was not my fault. If I could have done something about it then I would have. Time has helped but through working through it not just time, itself. I am not mad at God, today, for taking her without me or blaming him for leaving me without her. The dead, as far as I know, don't have feelings and emotions but the survivors do. We have to move on but I sure have been fighting it for some time. In our meetings we call it turning it over to God but I keep wanting to yank it back, lol. I think I can do a better job with it, at times, but then why did I give it to him in the first place? In God's time is longer than in my time a lot of the times but then I am not God so why do I even try to question him. I am sure this type of reasoning can be hilarious to to an agnostic or athiest, lol. I still believe in Reader's Digest version that laughter is the best medicine because if you can laugh at yourself then you are really have gone beyond the point of return, although I have known some really insane people who have no problem with laughing, lol.
It has taken me a long time to come to that same conclusion. Good point. I thought that at one point in my life that anything must be better than lonliness but had to work on why I had a problem with lonliness. It was so wrapped into the grief process. I can finally feel comfortable with being alone again but it has taken a year and a half to get to that point, again. Life can be hell when you have felt that you were born married, lol. Thanks to my mom I am getting my independence back, again. Her help with the loss with her two husbands helped much. My friends and meetings have helped much but I can be my own worse enemy at times, lol.
Ego can be one. A undeserved praise for one thing but an unacknowledged praise for another. For example, Cheech and Chong's skit of stopping at a redlight in the "Wedding Album". One says to another that a redlight was ran but the other says that he will stop twice at the next one. Obediance is better than sacrifice. A perfume can make someone smell better but a clean smell from bathing can be better than the perfume is a bath was not taken. Garbage in-garbage out, in other words, in computer technology or from another point of view you get out of something what you put into it. You reap what you sow.
A person might as well be honest then to start with and save them and others from the lie. A brutal truth can be hard to deal with but isn't it easier to live with than a lie. Acceptance of truth can be the beginning of wisdom but the acceptance of a lie can only lead to confusion.
I remember a relationship I had when I was younger. It was one-sided. I had these feelings for her but they were not returned. I think now that I must of had this sign on my back that said kick me. After many years I have came to the conclusion that I must remain myself and not suck up to anyone especially in a relationship. I sometimes forget though, lol, so I am glad I have my twelve-step programs. I am constantly reminded what can happen in relationships if two do not feel the same way about each other. Amazingly though it seemed so real on my part. Live and learn I guess.
The first Thanksgiving in America was December 4, 1619 at Berkeley Plantation on the James River. [Ghotes of Virginia-Tidbits about the Eastern Shore.][Good News From Virginia. The Rev. Alexander Whitaker. 1613. Whitaker was the Anglican minister of Henrico parish. He sent this long sermon on the text, "Cast thy bread upon the waters: for after many daies thou shalt finde it again" (Ecc. 11:1) to the Council of the Virginia Company in England. In the introduction Whitaker interprets the text to command the readers to charity and liberality.]
You take a turkey and feed him till he gets real fat then kill him to celebrate life.
I like the way Steve Martin said it in his song, "King Tut". "King Tut gave his life for commercialism." You just got to love Capitalism. May Greed reign forever. Amen
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"Can I borrow your whip? I broke mine. Its my turn to sleep in the Iron Maiden, tonight. 
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Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing, Nene.