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I've had my share of love's ups and downs. I once thought that God had neglected to pick out a girl for me; but in retrospect, there have been many and it was I who allowed them to pass by the wayside.
It occurs to me that in all of the prospects I've had in life I was the disinterested party by and large. Yeah, I've known my share of rejections as well but in the sum total of this interpersonal thing I've managed to maintain a grip on the wherefore and the why.
Regrets, sure there are a few and I am reticent to mention them due to the ancient history aspect they now hold. Besides, I've always viewed 'kiss and tell' and other aspects of amore gone awry in extremely poor taste.
Likewise, it's purely amazing that I should allow myself to be so picky in the sum total of who I am and where I've been.
Nowadays I'm just too darn old to be pursuant of some relationship which will only prove to be less satisfying than the "right now" encounters I now enjoy on an intermittent basis — so yes ... the fray, the game, the hunt simply no longer floats my boat.
Intimacy motive refers to recurrent preferences or readiness to experience warmth, closeness, and communicative interaction with other people. This is a fundamental flaw with my interpersonal relationships anymore. I no longer have an intimacy motive to speak of. It appears that I vastly prefer casual encounters and distance to what I'm encountering otherwise with those whose tastes differ.
In other words I'm just not much into courting anymore.
I think it's fine for others to either want or not to wish to be in a relationship. However, often some of these people have a concurrent wish to be pursued ... you know, wined and dined and coddled and I'm afraid that the environments are too diparate to the point that my shields go up and poof — I'd rather just avoid the mess altogether.
Now, were I some pimply high school harry all ushy, gushy, mushy, and touchie feelie it would be different. At this late stage of the game I'm content to just jump in there, engage in something casual and meaningless, then jump out and on to the next thing to be encountered.
I'm also quite partial to cash and carry type girls who are motivated come and go as they please.
Perhaps it's just some internal cynical spin of mine. Maybe one game playing female too many. Regardless I'm certainly not in the mood for any triviality and this is all relationships have to offer me at this juncture.
Therefore, I'd just as soon pass. Thanks, but no thanks. It didn't have to be that way, but it's how things turned out. The terms for getting all cuddly have simply become too severe.
Love can make you happy
Wake up in the morning with the sunshine in your eyes
And the smell of flowers blooming fills the air
Your mind is filled with the thoughts of a certain someone - that you love
Your life is filled with joy when she is there
Love can make you happy if you find someone who cares
To give a life time to you and who has a love to share
If you think you've found someone you'll love forevermore
Then it's worth the price you'll have to pay
To have, to hold's important when forever is the phrase
That means the love you've found is going to stay
Love can make you happy if you find someone who cares
To give a life time to you and who has a love to share
love, love
Love can make you happy
Love can make you happy
Love can make you happy
Love
Performed by Mercy
Songwriters Brian Holland, Edward Holland
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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![]() Stan Lee December 28, 1922 – November 12, 2018 |
![]() Robert Francis Vaughn November 22, 1932 – November 11, 2016 |
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I try to keep the notion of personal boundaries — those which establish limits between some and others for the purpose of identifying a relatively reasonable level of coexistence in my short term memory for periodic review.
Now I have few boundaries in my personal sphere which would preclude another from approaching me for whatever manner of interaction is required ... and indeed, I often times feel that those who require such formality might as well go take a flying leap anyway.
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However, there are also distinct differences in my interaction with those familiar to me and those I consider to be unacquainted and I dare say the difference is night and day to a steep degree.
I don't joke around with those I don't know. I don't allow those I don't know to enter my home. I surely don't take much in the way of crap from people I don't know either.
By the same token, I don't let unfamiliars joke too much with me. I don't enter the homes of others unknown to me, and I refrain from giving crap to them either unless they have provoked me — which does occasionally happen.
Your response either "good" or "band" to me does not typically trigger anything untoward. If I detect hostility I may get in your face so we can see just who is the badder ass in the mix. If someone is trying to be my friend I will usually be friendly up to a point but again ... it depends on how much I think I know and what else I may detect in any given interaction.
Millennials and their ilk might reconsider some haughty "OK, boomer" lest they draw back a nub or fall dead upon the ground, victim to an abrupt yet very accurate .357 head shot should I feel endangered and I certainly don't suffer fools who think they're grown when they aren't even close.
Likewise, I don't heckle others who just happen to display that stupidity indigenous to being born from our generation of parents who were of a burger flipper mentality and I try to forgive a lot of the leftist indoctrination which is the biggest part of a public school education anymore.
All in all I try to cohabitate and let you be you while I remain me. This being said I likewise am not opposed to depriving you of a few civil rights if you step over the line. My typical attitude is "grin and CONFRONT it".
I may not be big on decorum but you really need to step back jack should you find yourself in the danger zone.
![]() Dana Michelle Plato November 7, 1964 – May 8, 1999 |
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Now I have never been a football fan. No, I believe I have watched a total of one (1) football game in my life ...
And that was because I was visiting friends and would never dare to interfere with their planned entertainment.
However, I am well acquainted with the backstories of American heros. Pat Tillman's story is just such a tail of duty and valor and profound tragedy.
Pat Tillman was an American footballer in the National Football League (NFL) who enlisted in the United States Army in June 2002 in the aftermath of the September 11 attacks after departing a promising sports career.
He served in Iraq and Afghanistan and was killed by friendly fire.
He was posthumously promoted from specialist to corporal and was also awarded posthumous Silver Star and Purple Heart medals.
This is one of those times when a person's patriotism wasn't brought to a clear and conscise publicity in the name of protecting the military.
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Alone
I was a midnight rider on a cloud of smoke
I could make a woman hang on every single stroke
I was an iron man
I had a master plan
But I was alone
I could hear you breathing
With a sigh of the wind
I remember how your body started trembling
Oh, what's a night it's been
And for the state I'm in
I'm still alone
And all the wonders made for the Earth
And all the hearts in all creation
Somehow I always end up alone
Always end up alone
So I play, I'll wait
Cause you know that love takes time
We came so far
Just the beat of a lonely heart
And it's mine
I don't want to be alone
Well, since I got no message on your answer phone
And since you're busy every minute
I just stay at home
I make believe you care
I feel you everywhere
But I'm still alone
I'm on a wheel of fortune with a twist of fate
Cause I know it isn't heaven, is it love or hate
Am I the subject of the pain
Am I the stranger in the rain
I am alone
And if there glory there to behold
Maybe it's my imagination
Another story there to be told
So I play, I'll wait
And I pray it's not too late
We came so far
Just a beat of a lonely heart
And it's mine
I don't want to be alone
And all the wonders made for the Earth
And all the hearts in all creation
Another story there to be told
So I play, I'll wait
And I pray it's not too late
We came so far
Just a beat of a lonely heart
And it's mine
I don't want to be alone
Gone, but not out of sight
Im caught in the rain and there's no one home
Face the heat of the night
The one that you loves got a heart that's made of stone
Shine and search for the light
And sooner or later you'll be cruising on your ocean
And clean out of sight
I'm caught in the rain and there's no one home
Songwriters Barry Gibb, Maurice Ernest Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb
Alone lyrics
© Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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