Quote: think man hugs look like this {{{{***}}}}}} I think the little bumps stand for the back slapping...
If those are the back slapping...it should look more like this {{{***}}}. Manly men, only hug long enough to pat the back 3 times! AND, you only hug at the chest!! LOL.
Okay...at the risk of sounding weird...I've learned the art of man-hugging over the last couple weeks (post-retreat). It is the practice that you hug your retreat brothers whenever you see them...so, every time I'm at church (which is almost daily b/c my kid goes to school there)...there's usually someone to hug. I've had time to observe and experience the ritual.
Just thought I'd clear that up for ya! Congrats on the new job dude! Have a GREAT first week. BTW, took your advice from yesterday. Let's see what happens. I appreciate your concern and help!
That's intersesting..H and I watched "Birth" the other night as well...I was very disappointed in it. This is one movie I suspect should have stayed in book form. I liked the premise of the story, it was just far too slow for me.
Although I could certainly relate to the main character...I could only imagine how I would have reacted after my late fiancee passed away...had something like the events in the movie happened. There were several times it brought tears to my eyes.
The movie itself was just too slow for me though.
I'm glad to hear that you are pulling back. It's really hard to do what you need to do for YOU when constantly getting drug down by her. By standing up and doing what YOU need to do you are more likely to get her attention than you are pining for her
I too found the movie slow, and a bit strange. I felt some pangs in a few scenes.
No question in my mind that "Hitchhiker's Guide.." was more to my tastes.
This pulling back was a long time coming, and it took a great deal of pain to realize that I was approaching the whole thing with the wrong mindset. W is and will be the love of my life, and I made a vow to her to accept, love, cherish and forsake all others for her. I am not ready to toss my vows into the blazing inferno she has ignited. Nor am I willing to wait here by the fire with hopes of coming out unscathed. It is clear that there are no painless solutions to my delimma, so I must chose the course that leaves me on the path to wholeness. I must remember that the things she is doing are outside of my being, and I should not let them hurt me.
I am now getting ready for my massage. I squeezed an appt in, just in time. A good way to spend my last day before "the job". (especially since one of the first questions was "you've got a good back, right?")
I was hoping to be able to go catch "Hitchhikers Guide" this weekend...but that just wasn't in the cards for us...hopefully next weekend I can't wait to see it...I still remember the tv show
I was hoping to be able to go catch "Hitchhikers Guide" this weekend...but that just wasn't in the cards for us...hopefully next weekend I can't wait to see it...I still remember the tv show
I never saw the show or read the book, but I enjoyed the film. It was great comic releif. I went with a nocturnal friend, to the late show. He dozed a bit(I wonder if he does that on his night shift???), I managed to stay perfectly awake.
The massage was very nice. It may be a while before my next one, but she said she would see me in the evening if necessary. I have three or four more free sessions in trade for the second mirror. This one lasted nearly two hours, with the post discussion. During the work, she asked who had the power in the M. I said I didn't know. She said she suspected that I have given my power to W, and that I need to start taking it back in order to find my center and start feeling whole again. I told her that I basically had given the power to W, by failing to let go and move on. It was a nice massage, and it definitely is nice to be touched. I am tired of being the boy in the bubble. There is a big problem when the only person to touch you during a given day is a cashier giving change. After the massage, I went to my friends coffee shop, and treated myself to a decadent chocolate mousse and some fresh roasted coffee. The maseusse stopped in, and ended up joining me for coffee. She offered her insights on D, having gone through an ugly one herself.
The job starts tomorrow. I am looking forward to re-entering the real world and leaving my cocoon behind. I have lost (or abused ) my ability to cope with solitude. What was once a boon to my creativity has recently stifled it. The ideas stopped flowing when the depression set in. The lack of flow increased my depression. Now I need to dismantle the walls I have built.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Life is bigger It’s bigger than you And you are not me The lengths that I will go to The distance in your eyes.....
Quote: There is a big problem when the only person to touch you during a given day is a cashier giving change.
God, csw, that one made me stop short. I was JUST thinking this same thing the other day, when getting change at the grocery store -- how nice the cashier's soft hand felt on mine.
I'm glad you are taking time to do things for yourself, that's important right now. Your masseuse seems to be a wise woman...she hit the nail right on the head with this comment "said she suspected that I have given my power to W, and that I need to start taking it back in order to find my center and start feeling whole again.".....and you have begun to take back the power by doing things for yourself and working at not waiting around for your W. It's a very difficult thing to do, but very necessary.
I'd give you a big supportive friendly hug if I could...a cyber one will just have to do (((HUUUUGGG)))
You're doing great...good luck with your job, I hope you enjoy it.
I am preparing myself for a new onslaught of venomous negativity. I haven't seen W since Thursday. She says she will be home by 7, oh, wait, it's 8 now... HA
I am certain of my ability to handle her words at this point. I am curious what new insights she has developed with "the thinking" she did over the weekend. I am curious what her plan is going to be, and how she plans on sullying my name enough to get a judgement of sep. Time will tell, and I will be an angel in the meantime.
No asparagus yet, maybe tomorrow. Things grow so slowly this time of year here. Still no real leaves on the trees yet, but the cherry blossoms are just beginning to open. Signs of life, I love 'em!
AND, you only hug at the chest!! LOL.
I can't wait to see it...I still remember the tv show 
