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Since Naomi will not give me the ****ing key I have decided to follow Jesus and be a Christian just like Theland. I am ashamed of my past history here so I'm going to devote the time I used to spend on ab to reading the Bible. No question really because I no longer care about what people think. I'll get all my answers from God from now on thank you.
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They weren't heros Theland in that film, they were survivers doing what they had to do in a situation where they had little to no choice, what the 7 did was bring them hope that what they were doing was all worthwhile. Which ultimately it would have been for future generations.
Ultimately that's all a hero is really, someone who brings hope. It's only when that goes that it all goes a bit tits up.
Even your religion is a hope, that there is something bigger and/or better out there that'll save us from ourselves. Mibs hope is that we'll all turn in to reasonable human beings realising our true potential and thus saving ourselves. My hope is that there's a happy medium between both your theories as either of them is too extreme for me.
Ultimately that's all a hero is really, someone who brings hope. It's only when that goes that it all goes a bit tits up.
Even your religion is a hope, that there is something bigger and/or better out there that'll save us from ourselves. Mibs hope is that we'll all turn in to reasonable human beings realising our true potential and thus saving ourselves. My hope is that there's a happy medium between both your theories as either of them is too extreme for me.
China, maybe I am quite mad. It's a distinct possibility.
The Mexican farmers were heros, because they could have given up, or left the land, but they didn't and showed a heroic tenacity.
I think I would have given up. It would have been too much for me.
Oh gosh! There is only the three of us down here in the crypt, and I wonder how long it will last? When Naomi comes back she will undoubtedly trawl through our ramblings and maybe be pleasntly surprised to see the thread reach the 200 mark. I hope it does.
We can always pop up to chatterbank for additional posters, but then of course, my sordid secrets would be out!
Hey China, forgive me for making the observation, but sometimes, you seem to be sad.
I hope I am wrong, and that it is just the normal pendulum of emotions that affect everybody every day.
How about we all move to Mexico, till the land, grow corn, drink tequilla, eat tacos, play the guitar, and do lots of sleeping with sombreros pulled low over our eyes for mucho siestas? Sounds like heaven to me!
The Mexican farmers were heros, because they could have given up, or left the land, but they didn't and showed a heroic tenacity.
I think I would have given up. It would have been too much for me.
Oh gosh! There is only the three of us down here in the crypt, and I wonder how long it will last? When Naomi comes back she will undoubtedly trawl through our ramblings and maybe be pleasntly surprised to see the thread reach the 200 mark. I hope it does.
We can always pop up to chatterbank for additional posters, but then of course, my sordid secrets would be out!
Hey China, forgive me for making the observation, but sometimes, you seem to be sad.
I hope I am wrong, and that it is just the normal pendulum of emotions that affect everybody every day.
How about we all move to Mexico, till the land, grow corn, drink tequilla, eat tacos, play the guitar, and do lots of sleeping with sombreros pulled low over our eyes for mucho siestas? Sounds like heaven to me!
That does sound pretty good but last night I watched From Dusk til Dawn again (excellent film) and I'm a little dubious :c)
I see what you're saying but you forgot poverty which limits the options the mexicans have and thus gives them no choice but to stay where they are and survive as best they can. But it could simply be a you say potatoe and I say potarto discussion.
I do get sad. Especially of late. But it's just a moment in time and as the quote goes, this too will come to pass. (Or something like that!)
I see what you're saying but you forgot poverty which limits the options the mexicans have and thus gives them no choice but to stay where they are and survive as best they can. But it could simply be a you say potatoe and I say potarto discussion.
I do get sad. Especially of late. But it's just a moment in time and as the quote goes, this too will come to pass. (Or something like that!)
Theland, Reality is not the good or the bad. It is the place where we humans as creatures of choice manifest both by our love of or contempt for life. You seem to expect too much of yourself and to little of reality (and perhaps I am equally guilty of the opposite).
Reality is neither friend nor foe but simply a reflection of how we regard ourselves. Perfection is not a standard but is realised through the meeting of realistic standards.
Hiding from the knowledge that perhaps the worst is true only blinds us to a vision of what can be realized when we are able to see and choose the best alternatives.
When we allow fear to be our master we become slaves to our own running and victims of our moving in the wrong direction. Reality is whatever it is in spite of a refusal to know it. The only alternative to reality is to understand why it is and how it is what it is and find in our scrutiny that perhaps it actually has two sides and that the other is quite the opposite of the side we had been running from.
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Reality is neither friend nor foe but simply a reflection of how we regard ourselves. Perfection is not a standard but is realised through the meeting of realistic standards.
Hiding from the knowledge that perhaps the worst is true only blinds us to a vision of what can be realized when we are able to see and choose the best alternatives.
When we allow fear to be our master we become slaves to our own running and victims of our moving in the wrong direction. Reality is whatever it is in spite of a refusal to know it. The only alternative to reality is to understand why it is and how it is what it is and find in our scrutiny that perhaps it actually has two sides and that the other is quite the opposite of the side we had been running from.
cont . . .
I wish that the lives of less people served as an example of the consequences of running from reality and that more people shared my perspective but alas this is the reality I must face and the reality I will continue my efforts to change the only way that this is possible, by acknowledging that choices have real consequences and only reason allows one to make the choices that could and should be made.
I thank you for sharing your life experiences and even more so the beliefs that have cost you so dearly. To the extent that I can relate I will continue to apply such knowledge to my own life in the hope that the benefits I acquire from this will serve as an example to others of a way out of the darkness of evasion and into the light of a brighter day. What more can a real friend expect from or do for another? Ultimately, the friendships we forge in life are a consequence of first being our own best friend.
I thank you for sharing your life experiences and even more so the beliefs that have cost you so dearly. To the extent that I can relate I will continue to apply such knowledge to my own life in the hope that the benefits I acquire from this will serve as an example to others of a way out of the darkness of evasion and into the light of a brighter day. What more can a real friend expect from or do for another? Ultimately, the friendships we forge in life are a consequence of first being our own best friend.
Theland, In an vain attempt to confirm your �reigning champion of R & S� claim I found this 176 post
. . . I honestly don't want to start a big debate but . . . thread in the R&S topic.
In spite of possible appearances of engaging in the sin of popping my own cork, thanks to a great team effort from a small group of dubious heroes it would appear your claim has been vindicated . . . that is unless your own contributions mysteriously go missing again . . .
. . . I honestly don't want to start a big debate but . . . thread in the R&S topic.
In spite of possible appearances of engaging in the sin of popping my own cork, thanks to a great team effort from a small group of dubious heroes it would appear your claim has been vindicated . . . that is unless your own contributions mysteriously go missing again . . .
The nice thing about being on page two, and later on, three, four etc, (I bet you can reason the sequence out!), is that there is very little passing traffic, no window shoppers, no graffitti artists stopping by to make a comment like, "You're all talkin' krapp!"
So not only will this thread continue to grow, with contributors by special invitation only, via the P.M.s on "Sports", smoke signal or carrier pigeon, but you can blend your most serious thoughts with a little bit of idle chatter, if that is how you are inclined, I certainly am, and I know that when Naomi returns, suntanned and loaded down with duty free, she will be here as well.
It's really nice talking to you, Mibs, (and China), and although I cannot let go of my faith, contact on AB certainly gets me viewing my faith in a different light, and looking for more depth to my beliefs.
As to the pic of the cork popper, don't keep me in suspense ..... is it you?
So not only will this thread continue to grow, with contributors by special invitation only, via the P.M.s on "Sports", smoke signal or carrier pigeon, but you can blend your most serious thoughts with a little bit of idle chatter, if that is how you are inclined, I certainly am, and I know that when Naomi returns, suntanned and loaded down with duty free, she will be here as well.
It's really nice talking to you, Mibs, (and China), and although I cannot let go of my faith, contact on AB certainly gets me viewing my faith in a different light, and looking for more depth to my beliefs.
As to the pic of the cork popper, don't keep me in suspense ..... is it you?
Theland, You read my mind. I anticipated you would ask me that. In spite of a startlingly uncanny resemblance to yours truly . . . that is definitely not me.
Regretfully, paranoia and the desire to continue to enjoy the unfettered freedom to speak my own mind, that anonymity (however illusory) provides, prohibits further elucidation on such details. But by all means feel free to print that photo and hang it up in the dart room for usage during those less amenable occasions.
Signed, Mr. Reus
Regretfully, paranoia and the desire to continue to enjoy the unfettered freedom to speak my own mind, that anonymity (however illusory) provides, prohibits further elucidation on such details. But by all means feel free to print that photo and hang it up in the dart room for usage during those less amenable occasions.
Signed, Mr. Reus
Fortunately, you can only get three . . . at a time
A terrible anxiety grips me. I need to get a job, but don't feel up to it at the moment. I was hoping to return to engineering, but that is so far off the scale of my abilities at present, that the mere thought of it scares me.
One of my sons works in Asda, checkouts, trolley dolly, anything in fact, to pay his way through university, and I asked him to get me an application form, to do anything, any hours, shifts etc, just as long as it is something I can cope with.
I could earn twice or even three times as much in engineering, but I think it would crack me up completely.
I went into a pub last night for the first time in about two years, my eldest son took me out. I enjoyed it, but couldn't completely relax, I just feel so anxious all of the time, but now, this morning, I am suffering, "China Syndrome," and feel a bit spaced out! The answer is not in a bottle, but it's fun searching for it anyway!
Glancing out of my window, I see the men emptying my wheelie bin. Emblazoned on the side of the truck is a huge poster which reads, "Recycle for Wirral! Have YOU recycled today?" Now is that supposed to inspire me, or what? I don't feel inspired. I wonder if they're looking for more wheelie bin emptiers? I think I could cope with that. Honest work, give me back my dignity.
I think I'll go back to bed, it's so much better, safer even!
One of my sons works in Asda, checkouts, trolley dolly, anything in fact, to pay his way through university, and I asked him to get me an application form, to do anything, any hours, shifts etc, just as long as it is something I can cope with.
I could earn twice or even three times as much in engineering, but I think it would crack me up completely.
I went into a pub last night for the first time in about two years, my eldest son took me out. I enjoyed it, but couldn't completely relax, I just feel so anxious all of the time, but now, this morning, I am suffering, "China Syndrome," and feel a bit spaced out! The answer is not in a bottle, but it's fun searching for it anyway!
Glancing out of my window, I see the men emptying my wheelie bin. Emblazoned on the side of the truck is a huge poster which reads, "Recycle for Wirral! Have YOU recycled today?" Now is that supposed to inspire me, or what? I don't feel inspired. I wonder if they're looking for more wheelie bin emptiers? I think I could cope with that. Honest work, give me back my dignity.
I think I'll go back to bed, it's so much better, safer even!
What do you think madness is?
Do you think we might wake up one morning, totally stark staring mad, or is it just a gradual progression?
I read somewhere that tunes going through your head constantly and involuntary, is a step towards madness.
Hey China, are you working at present? What kind of work do you do? Do you like it?
I'd like to ask Mibs that same question, but I don't think he would tell me.
I wish I could get a job that I really liked, even if the pay was rubbish.
From my computer, I can glance out of the window, and see the factory opposite where I worked. It is strange to think that I shall never go in there again.
I think I'll go back to bed now.
Do you think we might wake up one morning, totally stark staring mad, or is it just a gradual progression?
I read somewhere that tunes going through your head constantly and involuntary, is a step towards madness.
Hey China, are you working at present? What kind of work do you do? Do you like it?
I'd like to ask Mibs that same question, but I don't think he would tell me.
I wish I could get a job that I really liked, even if the pay was rubbish.
From my computer, I can glance out of the window, and see the factory opposite where I worked. It is strange to think that I shall never go in there again.
I think I'll go back to bed now.
One mans madness is anothers sanity. There are many things in this world that I find insane but i don't think they really are. And if tunes going round your head all the bad time then what does it mean if you have a running narrative, a theme tune and occasionally some burlesque dancers? (I like the dresses). You're not mad, just very, very tired I think.
When I do work I'm an administrator. For the last five years or so I've been working in various hospitals, my most recent role was in a cancer centre. I idn't like it, I don't like paperwork very much in general but I do like the people and the patients and when I had to leave I was quite sad to leave them but it was also quite nice not to be surrounded by death on a daily basis too.
I'm not working at the moment but I am looking. I'm a little bit scared to go back but I'm more scared of apathy. Besides I need to get back to work as I'm starting to watch Jeremy Kyle and those all important DNA results are becomming an unnecessary part of my life. Also I want to do an evening course in counselling. I like writing too but I don't think I could make a living out of it.
You're sounding very low at the moment Theland, rather than going back to bed can you not go for a walk? It's a really pretty day out and the sunshine would be good for you. Also so would smiling at random strangers. I do think a job like at Asdas would be great for you, I'm thinking of going to work for Sainsburys actually myself. I think you're someone who needs to to work but who is very fragile at the moment and does not need too much stress so I hope you do complete that application form.
And do try and give yourself a break Theland. You've done well. The worlds not so bleak, I promise it's not.
When I do work I'm an administrator. For the last five years or so I've been working in various hospitals, my most recent role was in a cancer centre. I idn't like it, I don't like paperwork very much in general but I do like the people and the patients and when I had to leave I was quite sad to leave them but it was also quite nice not to be surrounded by death on a daily basis too.
I'm not working at the moment but I am looking. I'm a little bit scared to go back but I'm more scared of apathy. Besides I need to get back to work as I'm starting to watch Jeremy Kyle and those all important DNA results are becomming an unnecessary part of my life. Also I want to do an evening course in counselling. I like writing too but I don't think I could make a living out of it.
You're sounding very low at the moment Theland, rather than going back to bed can you not go for a walk? It's a really pretty day out and the sunshine would be good for you. Also so would smiling at random strangers. I do think a job like at Asdas would be great for you, I'm thinking of going to work for Sainsburys actually myself. I think you're someone who needs to to work but who is very fragile at the moment and does not need too much stress so I hope you do complete that application form.
And do try and give yourself a break Theland. You've done well. The worlds not so bleak, I promise it's not.
I got up about half an hour ago. Couldn't sleep, maybe not tired enough, although I feel tired, it's just that the world seems a safer place when viewed from beneath the sheets. Yes, I may go for a walk, don't feel like it, but I think I'll give it a try.
The bad news postman has just been. Letter for me to attend an interview, "Pathways To Work," or something, to get me off benefit and etc etc. That should be terrifyingly fun.
I've never done this kind of thing before, and that scares me. I feel like ringing them up and screaming down the phone, "Leave me alone!" but of course, I'll get a recorded voice offering me option one, two, three, four etc etc.
Thank you China, for your kind and encouraging words, and for taking the time. I think you would make a great counsellor, you do plenty of counselling on AB so you have a natural talent for it. I think I would like to try your line of work, admin, but at the lower end of course, as I'm not qualified in that area, but I could write letters, and fill in forms if they weren't too complicated.
I don't feel sorry for myself, honestly, I just feel so scared all of the time. The least little thing upsets me.
If I could think this fast in a job, and put it to good use, but I'm thinking so fast, but all the thoughts are almost random, and uninvited, and the thoughts I want, like remembering peoples names, or where I put my reading glasses, or what my wife insists she told me last night, well they won't just come when I try to summon them.
I can't even read anymore.
Typing on here seems to take me ages.
I've just thought of an idea.
Mibs' children could be described as little, "Miblets," and then I thought that would be a great name for a new snack food. I think it's a great name.
Could be a winner. Don't suppose there is a market for dreaming up new names for snacks is there?
But what would Miblets be like, taste like, different flavours?
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The bad news postman has just been. Letter for me to attend an interview, "Pathways To Work," or something, to get me off benefit and etc etc. That should be terrifyingly fun.
I've never done this kind of thing before, and that scares me. I feel like ringing them up and screaming down the phone, "Leave me alone!" but of course, I'll get a recorded voice offering me option one, two, three, four etc etc.
Thank you China, for your kind and encouraging words, and for taking the time. I think you would make a great counsellor, you do plenty of counselling on AB so you have a natural talent for it. I think I would like to try your line of work, admin, but at the lower end of course, as I'm not qualified in that area, but I could write letters, and fill in forms if they weren't too complicated.
I don't feel sorry for myself, honestly, I just feel so scared all of the time. The least little thing upsets me.
If I could think this fast in a job, and put it to good use, but I'm thinking so fast, but all the thoughts are almost random, and uninvited, and the thoughts I want, like remembering peoples names, or where I put my reading glasses, or what my wife insists she told me last night, well they won't just come when I try to summon them.
I can't even read anymore.
Typing on here seems to take me ages.
I've just thought of an idea.
Mibs' children could be described as little, "Miblets," and then I thought that would be a great name for a new snack food. I think it's a great name.
Could be a winner. Don't suppose there is a market for dreaming up new names for snacks is there?
But what would Miblets be like, taste like, different flavours?
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A variation on the humble crisp, or something with choccy and biscuit? Different flavours ?
How would it advertise?
I could just go a glass of wine and tonic, but got none in, only pg tips and red mountain coffeee, and they make me pee a lot. Better give them a miss.
I'm going to put my coat on and go for that walk. I don't feel like it but I'll give it a try.
I'll post later when I get back, and I'll smile at strangers, just hope I don't get locked up!
How would it advertise?
I could just go a glass of wine and tonic, but got none in, only pg tips and red mountain coffeee, and they make me pee a lot. Better give them a miss.
I'm going to put my coat on and go for that walk. I don't feel like it but I'll give it a try.
I'll post later when I get back, and I'll smile at strangers, just hope I don't get locked up!
I went for the walk, but didn't bump into too many people, so anded up at the local Asda, sitting on the bench outside and smoking a few fags, just watching the world go by.
Maybe I'll be working there soon.
The twin revolving doors are like giant mouths, swallowing people up, and spitting them out half an hour later, minus their money, and not too many of them looked entirely happy. Some looked poverty stricken, and one guy on the way in, carrying a toddler, smacked the poor kid on the backside, because he / she had struggled or something. A hefty whack, and the poor kid didn't even cry!
Now I'm home, and I'm glad I went out, but there's so much misery out there, when you stop and do a bit of people watching. If I had loads of money, I would love to stand outside the supermarket, or the shops in the high street, and just give a few quid to every deserving looking person who went by.
Maybe I'll be working there soon.
The twin revolving doors are like giant mouths, swallowing people up, and spitting them out half an hour later, minus their money, and not too many of them looked entirely happy. Some looked poverty stricken, and one guy on the way in, carrying a toddler, smacked the poor kid on the backside, because he / she had struggled or something. A hefty whack, and the poor kid didn't even cry!
Now I'm home, and I'm glad I went out, but there's so much misery out there, when you stop and do a bit of people watching. If I had loads of money, I would love to stand outside the supermarket, or the shops in the high street, and just give a few quid to every deserving looking person who went by.
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