Looks like I forgot to stop the auto renewal, so it looks like I'll be online for another month. Not sure that's good for you, bad for me or what lol.
When I was born I was so shocked that I didn’t speak for almost a year and a half. I mean getting smacked in the first seconds of life was simply not what I was expecting. Fortunately, getting surprised these days is not nearly so overwhelming, or tongue tying, and many times has been very pleasant.
I think it was C.S. Lewis who put it this way, “The time will come when all biological life here on earth as we know it will become extinct, yet we will live. We shall live to remember galaxies spring into existence, which will pass away within our view as an old tale, yet we will live.” That’s a lot of time. So,(/( span) I’m looking for someone who wants to spend that kind of time with me and in the process is pretty sure she can retain her sanity and remain happy. The good news for you is 1. I’m pretty much housebroken, and I don’t mind doing exciting things in life. You know the really captivating stuff like laundry and washing the dishes. It goes without saying I can change the oil in the car, 2.my neighbors do NOT compare me to a diseased sewer rat, only not as cuddly. 3. I don’t wander around thinking the world owes me a living. The world owes me nothing: it was here first.
We’re taught from our youth we truly are not complete, until we have someone who completes us – that we can’t get “home” alone – as individuals, even though the journey is taken individually, because someone else can’t take it for us. Therein, (I think) we find the drive in each of us to find the missing part of “us”. And for those of us who wish to take on the additional responsibility and demands of time in trying to keep someone special happy, the carrot of “an exceedingly and eternal weight of glory” is offered to us. It’s a serious thing to live in a society of potential Gods and Goddesses when one actually stops and takes the time to consider the ight:bold;")ramifications.
Oh yeah, one small aside: it would be an exceptional quality if your default coping mechanisms involved something a little more advanced than going into “frantic desperation” mode which involves horrified screaming and the hurling of sharp cutlery in my direction.
I think its highly possible my mother exaggerated when she said I was ruggedly handsome. (I mean it was mom after all and she had an agenda lol) I'm recently reminded chemistry is a somewhat nebulous thing . . . its either there or its not. There isn't much middle ground where chemistry is concerned. It's simply not something you can manufacture on demand, so it's either a spectacular fail or glorious success. Oddly enough, the older we get, the harder it seems to be to find that elusive connection. I'm not entirely sure why that is, but I can guess. So if you are not enthused, I guess that would fall under the no harm no foul rule:)
So, what are the chances we could go back to where we’ve never been and see something incredible looking forward?
Now, if you made it this far, and the thoughts I’ve expressed brought a smile, and aroused your curiosity somewhat, I have pictures, and more to read available at your request.