Originally Posted by thevintagepiper
I am still thinking you should dismiss them all!! Just inform them as to your greatly superior appearance/intellect and then get on with your life!
It's comments like this, sir, that cause me to question whether or not you ingested any psychotropic substances after you left earlier.
“As Kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame . . .”
Why disqualify the rush? I'm tabled. I'm tabled.
Oh come on, inflicting torture is fun (or is that just me?). Anyway, here's my advice for what its worth, which frankly aint much.
Guy back home: screw him, he didnt stay in touch & long distance stuff never works.
Guy who hasnt said anything: He hasnt said anything, he has no reason to feel hurt, you can still be his friend.
Guy who has said something: You like him, he likes you. I dont see the problem.
There once was a scotsman named Drew
Who put too much wine in his stew
He felt a bit drunk
And fell off his bunk
And landed smack into his shoe ~(C) Ms Niamh Anne King
Pretty good philosophy (and basically what I'm thinking) but the guy back home did keep in touch, he just doesn't sound the same and it doesn't feel the same. And it isn't like I'm trying not to like him anymore; I'd rather not have to worry about people here...it just happened. At the same time I think emotionally it's probably better for me not to be obsessed with a person for too long...then you can get hurt (being my age anyway, and planning on courtship...). It's so confusing. I feel like a hypocrite too, since I've been raised to court and not date, yet I basically just don't put a name on it now.
I know who I like, and I know what my reasoning is, I'm just hesitant and afraid to hurt anyone, including myself (though I'm pretty sure things will be ok on that end because I'm extremely careful and obviously agonize a great deal over everything).
Psychotropic substances?I assure you I'm quite free of the likes, except perhaps a painkiller.
Hesitation ultimately leads to lots of hurt for everyone
Just take a chance!
There is no darkness, there is no light, there is only Lasagne!
Alright. I pretty much know my standing now and am feeling less confused, thanks to talking it out with y'all; but what say you, ShoutGrace, to Aimus' final statement?
excited but tierd now.
Also a bit miffed thy forgot to bring the costumes so we were stuck in boring 21st century close while the rest of the town turned 17th century
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Amazing! i feel great!
Unsure.
I might have to go for this interview, that is, if at all they call, and I badly want to get into this company, I have to study, I dont know what they'll ask, what will I do, and in the end will I be selected. Oh, I wish, these interviews were not so frightening. I dont know why I have this feeling that I will commit blunders and may not get through.
The morning has chilled me , and now i'm feeling rather cold and lonely...
s A D
I definitely feel a little misplaced and bewildered, and I'm thinking about some larger issues.
“As Kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame . . .”
Why disqualify the rush? I'm tabled. I'm tabled.
Good luck with it, Madhuri!
I am feeling bad. Monday is coming the day I hate!
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
why do you hate mondays? back to work and all that?
My ex is getting married and I;ve got a wedding invitation. So you can imagine how I feel. She's so much 'hotter' than me...but a complete and utter bimbo. so thats some consolation!
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
Yes, yes and yes!
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
Awwwwwwwwwwwww
Cant u just saty and home and be poor? :-) Whats the alternative?
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
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