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Because that’s what we do, right? We invest, we love, we fuck up, we lose Then hopefully We learn we move on. Over and over, an endless repetitive cycle It’s like some sorta perverse Groundhog Day. We are given a Ferrari and treat it like it’s a Chevette. We are sat at the table of a five-star restaurant But we’ve eaten in front of the tv or out of the pot over the stove For so long we don’t know which fucking fork to use? We rarely appreciate how amazing a gift is How lucky we are at that very moment. We truly never really know what we have until it is taken away Or worse, when they decide to leave you... Maybe it’s a subconscious form of masochism Self-loathing doused in self-pity But inherently, we ‘discarded folk’ Reflect back to when it all started When it was good. Happy. We mutter introspective things like “How the fuck did we get here?” or “Why does this continually fucking happen to me?” We sit there feeling sorry for ourselves Licking our wounds and attempt to convince ourselves We are better off, another door will open. I Seeking that so-called silver lining. You know, the one you manufacture to make your fuck up less awful. It’s the ‘we learn, we move on’ part I continually struggle with. You’d think I’d have a Ph.D. in relationships by now? I should be touring the country and lecturing on the subject. Book signings, tweeting helpful hints and Have a permanent guest spot on SuperSoul Sunday. And yet, I don’t. I’m not. Instead, I am hunched over a dusty keyboard Chicken pecking while my mind does mental gymnastics. I’m one of the dumbest smart people I know. Seriously I am a forty-something fucking . I’m the one everyone comes to seeking advice and yet I’m a never-ending dumpster fire. Life can be a conniving asshat sometimes. Too often, it feels as if I am putting together a puzzle without the box top. Cluelessly pressing pieces together in hopes of miraculously seeing The complete picture. Nope. Instead, I fumble. Fail. And then there was you. Spoiler alert: I fucked up and… surprise surprise… I lost. This is a life not Disney after all. But this time it was sincerely different I’ll save you the melodramatic lamenting and therapy catchphrases. This time (And yes I know that those two words have been uttered before And only time will tell if I’m full of shit) The ‘we learn, we move on’ part is a priority. Not an afterthought Not a broken promise I’ll rationalize not fulfilling. I’m tired of licking wounds. The next time I’m fortunate enough to sit behind the wheel of a high-end sports car I’ll cherish it. Now, I’m still not sure of placement but I do know this The dinner fork is the bigger one And my wine glass goes on the top right. Right? Regardless… that look of indifference in your eyes haunts me still. A painful clarion call. I think we are given a handful of Zen-like pivotal moments in our life. The kind that Karma justifiably curb stomps you for ignoring. So with big boy pants and humility boxer briefs I learn and I move on. PS. The dinner fork is also referred to as the place fork, you savage. ~daily-esprit-descalier  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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I do like this very much. The spacing of the words and the tall photo really hit you. You are such an intelligent person and an informed person. The words can stand on their own. But the way you present them in an elongated form with an elongated photograph makes such a visual impression. I am curious what drove you to design this posting in such a way. Is there a hidden message here? "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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11/26/2021 8:51 pm |
I do like this very much. The spacing of the words and the tall photo really hit you. You are such an intelligent person and an informed person. The words can stand on their own. But the way you present them in an elongated form with an elongated photograph makes such a visual impression. I am curious what drove you to design this posting in such a way. Is there a hidden message here?
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Out me in your blog much friend? *L* I do however ALWAYS know which fork to use, and where the wineglass is positioned. So there's that I guess.  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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It is a well-written deeply introspective, very dark piece. We all miss opportunities and we all swear to do better next time. Very few of us get a Ferrari, so most of us aren't sure how that feels or whether we'd screw it up. In this case, it's not enough for you to love the Ferrari, the Ferrari has to love you too, and you can't control that, although you should be able to recognize it if it happens. If it's really all your fault and you did treat the Ferrari like a Chevette, then there's probably no hope for you getting another chance.
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ali It is a great message even if very depressing in parts! I hope we can learn !! A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing. George Bernard Shaw Jenny
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The truth hurts, doesn't it? Hurts me
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excellent!
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Why even bother getting out of bed in the morning LOL. Howling at the moon and mal ad osteo.
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Out me in your blog much friend? *L* I do however ALWAYS know which fork to use, and where the wineglass is positioned. So there's that I guess.
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Is this not the Circle of Life ?
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Good story. We all chase perfect connections and get in our own way with lofty expectations. I don't think it is about settling but accepting others will on occasion disappoint us and learning to realize what is really important and what can be overcome. "Don't sweat the petty things, and don't pet the sweaty things" unless your into that 😀
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lovely picture very erotic
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Alot of this is due to lack of communication...esp on the women's side. Men are simple..we say our peace and move on. But women...hold on... And save that anger for months down the road. And men have moved on... And will move on.. And you wonder why... This is why... No dude wants to be blindsided 3 months later why he didnt do something like forgot your anniversary of the day you met or forgot to put down a toilet seat. Hell im barely into women... And got bashed when i was with ex dommes over something i wrote in an email on an odd tuesday 3 months ago. Ladies..piece of advice...you want a man...you want a relationship with a man... Then act like one...men are used to fighting and forgiving.. if your mad today...then let it out today.. And then move on.. Or like me...i'll move on
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Life doesn't have to be perfect to be wonderful. I'll bet you a dollar to a donut Zen will tell you the food tastes the same no matter what fork you use . . so don't judge yourself from another persons standards.
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There are no wiser words, life.
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i have lived a life like that too. i do learn from the good and bad things. the good with a smile and the bad i laugh at myself and say how could i be so stupid. it does help at least me it does
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I absolutely love this piece and this writer. I'm re-posting it because I thought the message was great. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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