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thisbody

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Posted: May 2, 2024 - 3:35pm

Time is flowing like a river.

Isa, keep your chin up!
KurtfromLaQuinta

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Gender: Male


Posted: May 2, 2024 - 3:35pm

 pilgrim wrote:

Hardly...you just became even more endearing.
It's 20+ years late (since I first "met" you), but  





KurtfromLaQuinta

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Gender: Male


Posted: May 2, 2024 - 3:34pm

 Isabeau wrote:

No. You haven't. 
In fact the recent posts in this forum have given me insight and food for thought. 
I can't express how much this level of authenticity means. Whatever fekkin gender. 
God, I love you guys.
I love you girls!

Oh wait.
Can I say that without getting into trouble? 

pilgrim

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Posted: May 2, 2024 - 8:31am

 KurtfromLaQuinta wrote:

There’s more. But I think I‘ve embarrassed myself enough for now.


Hardly...you just became even more endearing.
It's 20+ years late (since I first "met" you), but  
Isabeau

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Location: sou' tex
Gender: Female


Posted: May 1, 2024 - 3:17pm

 KurtfromLaQuinta wrote:
Sad stuff. Much more than I've been through.
I would never laugh at those situations. Respect. I was taught well.
A noose? Wow! Some more info?
Loved the moths. 

My highlights (low-lights) that stuck out...



‘64- ‘67: Crashed the Schwinn some more. Quit crying from that point on. I was becoming a “man”. No room for those antics.

March 2004: My dad’s funeral. From that point on... I cry a bit more. Thanks dad.

March 2017: My favorite cat, Cuda, died.

October 2018: My mom’s funeral. Thanks mom.

The last 10 years or so: Songs.
It started with “Past Imperfect’ by Lloyd Cole. Now it seems to be more.
Most songs by The Byrds. “War Was In Color” by Carbon Leaf. ‘Star Witness” by Neko Case. “Never Found The Time” by America. “Propinquity (I've Just Begun To Care)” by Michael Nesmith. “For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her” by Simon & Garfunkel.” Never Comes The Day” by The Moody Blues.
There’s more. But I think I‘ve embarrassed myself enough for now.

No. You haven't. 
In fact the recent posts in this forum have given me insight and food for thought. 
I can't express how much this level of authenticity means. Whatever fekkin gender. 
God, I love you guys.
KurtfromLaQuinta

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Location: Really deep in the heart of South California
Gender: Male


Posted: May 1, 2024 - 2:25pm

 pilgrim wrote:


Oh, make no mistake, I wear this with pride and no negativity was intended  


and it may be time to pull this out of the archives:


Remember When You Still Knew Why You Were Crying?

Seems like a long time ago doesn't it? Believe it or not, your sobs once had a direct cause-and-effect relationship with occurrences in your life. Even more surprising, you used to be able to tell when the crying started and stopped. Why not use today to make a list of all those moments in your life when you can remember there being an obvious empirical impetus for your blubbering. Wherever the list stops, draw a line. That's the line between the ability to dream and the feeling that no one ever listens to anyone ever.

Just to give you a template, here's a log mailed in by a 34 year old accounts receivable administrator/former set designer, single. Look familiar?

Age five: Fell down.

Age seven: Ran headlong into the steel bumpered corner of a supermarket produce display.

Age eight: Shoved by dad.

Age nine: Fell off bike.

Age nine and a half: Fell down.

Age eleven: Terms Of Endearment starring Debra Winger, Shirley MacLaine, and Jack Nicholson.

Age twelve: Forbidden to stay out past 10:30.

Age fourteen: Confessed to authorship of secret admirer letter. They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: Fistfight. They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: Funeral.

Age fifteen: Whole world total bullshit.

Age sixteen: Broken up with.

Age sixteen: Confession to authorship of secret admirer letter. Love requited, but not before they all pointed, they all laughed.

Age sixteen: Broken up with.

Age sixteen: Intercourse.

Age sixteen: Confession to authorship of secret admirer letter. Love unrequited, but with discretion.

Age sixteen: Abortion.

Age seventeen: Object of undying love slept with nemesis while I was on vacation with parents. They all pointed, they all laughed.

Age nineteen: Whole world racist.

Age twenty: Drunk. Fell down.

Age twenty: Hit thumb with hammer while stoned. Laughed real hard.

Age twenty: Tripped on acid. Fell down. Devoured by moths.

Age twenty three: Funeral.

Ages twenty three through twenty five: Drunk. Loved friends.

Age twenty five: Broken up with. Began doubting relevance of self to passage of time.

Age twenty six: Saw dog with limp.

Age twenty six: Saw children playing.

Age twenty six: Saw couple unpacking moving truck.

Age twenty six: Saw Titanic starring Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet.

Age twenty six: Saw garbage. Everywhere.

Age twenty six: Saw sunrise through noose.

Age twenty seven: Just too tired.

Age twenty seven: Found photograph.

What's your list?!


Sad stuff. Much more than I've been through.
I would never laugh at those situations. Respect. I was taught well.
A noose? Wow! Some more info?
Loved the moths. 

My highlights (low-lights) that stuck out...

Summer of ’59: Pushed the starter button on my parents ’53 Pontiac. My mom said “When your father gets home... you’re going to get it. Cried before the swat. And a little after. Never did that again.

Summer of ’61: Threw some gravel at a passing car with my brother at my parent’s friend’s house on a country road in the early evening. The car turned around and we got busted. I was so embarrassed I cried. When we got home... no swat. My dad set us down and gave us a lesson on respecting other people’s property. Ever since then it was ingrained into my mind to never mess with other people’s stuff. And never take from them. Thank you dad.

Sometime in ’62: Went to my dad’s friends “sand pit”/ rock crusher plant to practice shooting bow and arrows.
I somehow got fascinated with the rollers on a conveyor belt by spinning them. I jammed both little fingers into the narrow grooves cutting them pretty good and deep. I never did that again. I can still see the scars.

Late summer of ’63: Terrorizing the neighborhood on my fairly new Schwinn Sting Ray with a bunch of my friends... and some girls too. I was leading the pack when one of those girls let her bike go into the side of mine. I did a major face-plant into the asphalt.  A lady from the house I landed in front of came out and picked me up and cleaned all the blood off. It was everywhere. My dad and mom got me and took me to an oral surgeon. He removed what was left of my right front tooth.

‘64- ‘67: Crashed the Schwinn some more. Quit crying from that point on. I was becoming a “man”. No room for those antics.

March 2004: My dad’s funeral. From that point on... I cry a bit more. Thanks dad.

March 2017: My favorite cat, Cuda, died.

October 2018: My mom’s funeral. Thanks mom.

The last 10 years or so: Songs.
It started with “Past Imperfect’ by Lloyd Cole. Now it seems to be more.
Most songs by The Byrds. “War Was In Color” by Carbon Leaf. ‘Star Witness” by Neko Case. “Never Found The Time” by America. “Propinquity (I've Just Begun To Care)” by Michael Nesmith. “For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her” by Simon & Garfunkel.” Never Comes The Day” by The Moody Blues.
There’s more. But I think I‘ve embarrassed myself enough for now.








pilgrim

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Location: outlier


Posted: Apr 30, 2024 - 2:34pm

 Steely_D wrote:


Nah. “Overly” is a judgement call. Go ahead an be emotional, but I wouldn’t add the negativity to it.
For my part, in the past few years I’ve developed a severe case of John Boehner Disease. For instance, I went downstairs during a nutrition conference where there were samples during the break. I picked up a slice of fresh watermelon with a good balsamic vinegar drizzled on it, and after the first bite I started weeping uncontrollably. Yes, it was good.



Oh, make no mistake, I wear this with pride and no negativity was intended  

and it may be time to pull this out of the archives:


Remember When You Still Knew Why You Were Crying?

Seems like a long time ago doesn't it? Believe it or not, your sobs once had a direct cause-and-effect relationship with occurrences in your life. Even more surprising, you used to be able to tell when the crying started and stopped. Why not use today to make a list of all those moments in your life when you can remember there being an obvious empirical impetus for your blubbering. Wherever the list stops, draw a line. That's the line between the ability to dream and the feeling that no one ever listens to anyone ever.

Just to give you a template, here's a log mailed in by a 34 year old accounts receivable administrator/former set designer, single. Look familiar?

Age five: Fell down.

Age seven: Ran headlong into the steel bumpered corner of a supermarket produce display.

Age eight: Shoved by dad.

Age nine: Fell off bike.

Age nine and a half: Fell down.

Age eleven: Terms Of Endearment starring Debra Winger, Shirley MacLaine, and Jack Nicholson.

Age twelve: Forbidden to stay out past 10:30.

Age fourteen: Confessed to authorship of secret admirer letter. They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: Fistfight. They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: They all pointed. They all laughed.

Age fourteen: Funeral.

Age fifteen: Whole world total bullshit.

Age sixteen: Broken up with.

Age sixteen: Confession to authorship of secret admirer letter. Love requited, but not before they all pointed, they all laughed.

Age sixteen: Broken up with.

Age sixteen: Intercourse.

Age sixteen: Confession to authorship of secret admirer letter. Love unrequited, but with discretion.

Age sixteen: Abortion.

Age seventeen: Object of undying love slept with nemesis while I was on vacation with parents. They all pointed, they all laughed.

Age nineteen: Whole world racist.

Age twenty: Drunk. Fell down.

Age twenty: Hit thumb with hammer while stoned. Laughed real hard.

Age twenty: Tripped on acid. Fell down. Devoured by moths.

Age twenty three: Funeral.

Ages twenty three through twenty five: Drunk. Loved friends.

Age twenty five: Broken up with. Began doubting relevance of self to passage of time.

Age twenty six: Saw dog with limp.

Age twenty six: Saw children playing.

Age twenty six: Saw couple unpacking moving truck.

Age twenty six: Saw Titanic starring Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet.

Age twenty six: Saw garbage. Everywhere.

Age twenty six: Saw sunrise through noose.

Age twenty seven: Just too tired.

Age twenty seven: Found photograph.

What's your list?!


Steely_D

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Location: Biscayne Bay
Gender: Male


Posted: Apr 30, 2024 - 2:23pm

 pilgrim wrote:

Well, those people are crazy...it is fairly well documented on these pages that I am, if anything, overly emotional.



Nah. “Overly” is a judgement call. Go ahead an be emotional, but I wouldn’t add the negativity to it.
For my part, in the past few years I’ve developed a severe case of John Boehner Disease. For instance, I went downstairs during a nutrition conference where there were samples during the break. I picked up a slice of fresh watermelon with a good balsamic vinegar drizzled on it, and after the first bite I started weeping uncontrollably. Yes, it was good.

pilgrim

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Location: outlier


Posted: Apr 30, 2024 - 1:17pm

 thisbody wrote:

... and then there still are people telling us that animals don't have emotions!



Well, those people are crazy...it is fairly well documented on these pages that I am, if anything, overly emotional.




Isabeau

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Location: sou' tex
Gender: Female


Posted: Apr 30, 2024 - 1:13pm

 pilgrim wrote:

On my morning walk to work, I heard a singular, erratic cawing coming from ahead of me. Odd, as the crows have usually departed the city by dawn.
As I passed a parked car, I saw the source hopping around a dead similar. This fellow was distraught over its deceased partner and had stayed behind after the rest of the murder had already left. I don’t know if it was a friend, a mate, or a sibling, but the sorrow was palpable.
All I could think of was how my father cared for my mother in her final days and how he continues to mourn her passing a few weeks ago.
I dug out some food from my pack and shared it with the survivor. We locked eyes for a bit and he hopped over and took a few nibbles as tears for my mother and their partner welled up in my eyes.
He lit up into the tree and was quiet for bit before I left them to their own find solace…as I got a block or so away, the lamentations began again.
Same buddy, same







thisbody

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Gender: Male


Posted: Apr 30, 2024 - 12:44pm

 pilgrim wrote:

On my morning walk to work, I heard a singular, erratic cawing coming from ahead of me. Odd, as the crows have usually departed the city by dawn.
As I passed a parked car, I saw the source hopping around a dead similar. This fellow was distraught over its deceased partner and had stayed behind after the rest of the murder had already left. I don’t know if it was a friend, a mate, or a sibling, but the sorrow was palpable.
All I could think of was how my father cared for my mother in her final days and how he continues to mourn her passing a few weeks ago.
I dug out some food from my pack and shared it with the survivor. We locked eyes for a bit and he hopped over and took a few nibbles as tears for my mother and their partner welled up in my eyes.
He lit up into the tree and was quiet for bit before I left them to their own find solace…as I got a block or so away, the lamentations began again.
Same buddy, same


... and then there still are people telling us that animals don't have emotions!

miamizsun

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Location: (3283.1 Miles SE of RP)
Gender: Male


Posted: Apr 30, 2024 - 9:40am

 pilgrim wrote:

Thank you all - that decidedly does not make me sad.  





pilgrim

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Location: outlier


Posted: Apr 30, 2024 - 8:23am

Thank you all - that decidedly does not make me sad.  
geoff_morphini

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Gender: Male


Posted: Apr 29, 2024 - 5:34pm

 pilgrim wrote:

On my morning walk to work, I heard a singular, erratic cawing coming from ahead of me. Odd, as the crows have usually departed the city by dawn.
As I passed a parked car, I saw the source hopping around a dead similar. This fellow was distraught over its deceased partner and had stayed behind after the rest of the murder had already left. I don’t know if it was a friend, a mate, or a sibling, but the sorrow was palpable.
All I could think of was how my father cared for my mother in her final days and how he continues to mourn her passing a few weeks ago.
I dug out some food from my pack and shared it with the survivor. We locked eyes for a bit and he hopped over and took a few nibbles as tears for my mother and their partner welled up in my eyes.
He lit up into the tree and was quiet for bit before I left them to their own find solace…as I got a block or so away, the lamentations began again.
Same buddy, same





I’m really sorry for your loss. Companionship can be vitally important. It is for me.
Red_Dragon

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Location: Dumbf*ckistan


Posted: Apr 29, 2024 - 4:30pm

 pilgrim wrote:

On my morning walk to work, I heard a singular, erratic cawing coming from ahead of me. Odd, as the crows have usually departed the city by dawn.
As I passed a parked car, I saw the source hopping around a dead similar. This fellow was distraught over its deceased partner and had stayed behind after the rest of the murder had already left. I don’t know if it was a friend, a mate, or a sibling, but the sorrow was palpable.
All I could think of was how my father cared for my mother in her final days and how he continues to mourn her passing a few weeks ago.
I dug out some food from my pack and shared it with the survivor. We locked eyes for a bit and he hopped over and took a few nibbles as tears for my mother and their partner welled up in my eyes.
He lit up into the tree and was quiet for bit before I left them to their own find solace…as I got a block or so away, the lamentations began again.
Same buddy, same







KurtfromLaQuinta

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Location: Really deep in the heart of South California
Gender: Male


Posted: Apr 29, 2024 - 2:51pm

 pilgrim wrote:

On my morning walk to work, I heard a singular, erratic cawing coming from ahead of me. Odd, as the crows have usually departed the city by dawn.
As I passed a parked car, I saw the source hopping around a dead similar. This fellow was distraught over its deceased partner and had stayed behind after the rest of the murder had already left. I don’t know if it was a friend, a mate, or a sibling, but the sorrow was palpable.
All I could think of was how my father cared for my mother in her final days and how he continues to mourn her passing a few weeks ago.
I dug out some food from my pack and shared it with the survivor. We locked eyes for a bit and he hopped over and took a few nibbles as tears for my mother and their partner welled up in my eyes.
He lit up into the tree and was quiet for bit before I left them to their own find solace…as I got a block or so away, the lamentations began again.
Same buddy, same






haresfur

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Location: The Golden Triangle
Gender: Male


Posted: Apr 29, 2024 - 11:19am

 pilgrim wrote:

On my morning walk to work, I heard a singular, erratic cawing coming from ahead of me. Odd, as the crows have usually departed the city by dawn.
As I passed a parked car, I saw the source hopping around a dead similar. This fellow was distraught over its deceased partner and had stayed behind after the rest of the murder had already left. I don’t know if it was a friend, a mate, or a sibling, but the sorrow was palpable.
All I could think of was how my father cared for my mother in her final days and how he continues to mourn her passing a few weeks ago.
I dug out some food from my pack and shared it with the survivor. We locked eyes for a bit and he hopped over and took a few nibbles as tears for my mother and their partner welled up in my eyes.
He lit up into the tree and was quiet for bit before I left them to their own find solace…as I got a block or so away, the lamentations began again.
Same buddy, same





My condolences to both of you and your father
Coaxial

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Location: Comfortably numb in So Texas
Gender: Male


Posted: Apr 29, 2024 - 9:36am

 pilgrim wrote:

On my morning walk to work, I heard a singular, erratic cawing coming from ahead of me. Odd, as the crows have usually departed the city by dawn.
As I passed a parked car, I saw the source hopping around a dead similar. This fellow was distraught over its deceased partner and had stayed behind after the rest of the murder had already left. I don’t know if it was a friend, a mate, or a sibling, but the sorrow was palpable.
All I could think of was how my father cared for my mother in her final days and how he continues to mourn her passing a few weeks ago.
I dug out some food from my pack and shared it with the survivor. We locked eyes for a bit and he hopped over and took a few nibbles as tears for my mother and their partner welled up in my eyes.
He lit up into the tree and was quiet for bit before I left them to their own find solace…as I got a block or so away, the lamentations began again.
Same buddy, same


 
My condolences, D, to you and your family. So sorry for your loss.{#Hug}
ScottFromWyoming

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Location: Powell
Gender: Male


Posted: Apr 29, 2024 - 8:42am

 pilgrim wrote:

On my morning walk to work, I heard a singular, erratic cawing coming from ahead of me. Odd, as the crows have usually departed the city by dawn.
As I passed a parked car, I saw the source hopping around a dead similar. This fellow was distraught over its deceased partner and had stayed behind after the rest of the murder had already left. I don’t know if it was a friend, a mate, or a sibling, but the sorrow was palpable.
All I could think of was how my father cared for my mother in her final days and how he continues to mourn her passing a few weeks ago.
I dug out some food from my pack and shared it with the survivor. We locked eyes for a bit and he hopped over and took a few nibbles as tears for my mother and their partner welled up in my eyes.
He lit up into the tree and was quiet for bit before I left them to their own find solace…as I got a block or so away, the lamentations began again.
Same buddy, same





Oh, man. 
pilgrim

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Location: outlier


Posted: Apr 29, 2024 - 8:42am

On my morning walk to work, I heard a singular, erratic cawing coming from ahead of me. Odd, as the crows have usually departed the city by dawn.
As I passed a parked car, I saw the source hopping around a dead similar. This fellow was distraught over its deceased partner and had stayed behind after the rest of the murder had already left. I don’t know if it was a friend, a mate, or a sibling, but the sorrow was palpable.
All I could think of was how my father cared for my mother in her final days and how he continues to mourn her passing a few weeks ago.
I dug out some food from my pack and shared it with the survivor. We locked eyes for a bit and he hopped over and took a few nibbles as tears for my mother and their partner welled up in my eyes.
He lit up into the tree and was quiet for bit before I left them to their own find solace…as I got a block or so away, the lamentations began again.
Same buddy, same



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