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Bother you Jon Birch – this is a bit uncomfortably close to home
hmmm, not quite.
Ohhhhh baby can I ever relate!
And a whole lot of people on the Wrong Planet forum for Aspergers and Autism would too.
Dad, Mom, either way.
story of my childhood – the only way it got resolved is everyone died.
that is sad, trying to make sure my daughters won’t be saying it.
It must be Christmas. Too many parishioners in hospital, too many services and trying to be in too many places at once. Too much trying to be God. Dad this my life!
soniamain @8: is easier thought and said than done…sadly
you’re being very hard on yourself, pat.
It cuts both ways…I sometimes think life might have been a bit more straightforward if my parents had had given me something to live up to…maybe I wouldn’t feel my life is a somewhat directionless non-event.
hey carole… your computer works again! hooray! you seem to be being very hard on yourself too. it must be christmas.
As Jesus said to his Father.
Carole – I think we need to find a quiet corner and get drunk together
Interesting slant on it rockingRev – is this an ontological comment or an existential one? Or was there a conflict of interest between God and Godself as God actually experienced life in the flesh do you think?
Jon – yes, I still have the problem but I can work around it by putting https instead of http – long winded but it works.
Just re-read what I wrote and it sounds awful! My folks were wonderful solid people and gave me a grounding as a (half) decent human being in terms of my values. But they didn’t have much of a perspective on life beyond a blue-collar, working class existence, bless them. I love(d) them dearly. And actually, perhaps what they gave me is far more important than all the other stuff.
Pat – I’m learning the hard way all the time from my kids… Rather than drowning sorrows, I think we need to make merry…next August bank holiday?
to. close. to. home.
to = too :\
I couldn’t relate to this one iota, but it made me realise something – my father took no interest in me whatsoever.
To be fully human Pat, that conflict would have to be experienced?
Carole – making merry it is then. Will look forward to it
themethatisme – yes, I think you are right. Fully human means that the choices of the wilderness and Gethsemane must have been real ones – i.e a real possibility that the answers and choices could have been different. Otherwise the whole thing is just an illusion isn’t it?
I only inherited my life fairly recently…
hadn’t realised before then just how much energy I had had to put into aping what I thought I should be like
long time running on low
trying so hard not
to let the other folk know
long time running on low
trying so hard not
to let the true feelings show
long time trying to play the game by the rules
long time trying to make them real
long time trying to be
the one that you want
long time running on low
long time running on low
long time running on low
trying to find a pump
to fill up this life and then go
long time running on low
trying to fill the vacuum
inside I call my soul
longtime trying to play …
Long time running on low
trying to do it right
do it as you want, just so
long time running on low
wishing some time someone
would take the time just to know
long time trying to play…
much respect, caroline.