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[kuya]

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Lavande;1447452 wrote: We do have to leran to love ourselves, don't we RC?

Lav.....you just made me LOL

More later........

[RunningCourage]

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kuya;1447461 wrote: Lav.....you just made me LOL

More later........

What cos she cannae spell learn, or cos she sorta said in 8 words what it took me to say in not much short of 800? :H :H :H

[Byrdlady]

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Bahaha...I have to laugh, too. Lav can boil it down! She nails it!
Byrdie

[RunningCourage]

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Bunch o' wise ol' birds the lotta you....

'Av nae chance!

[Tess-2]

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Byrdlady;1443780 wrote:

P.S. Kuya is amazing....she is our secret weopon. Shhhh, don't tell ev'body...we saw her first!!

Hi - I just ventured out of The Nest. My wings are still wet and weak. Kuya IS amazing. I may not have seen her first, but I found her. Or... she found me.

I don't even know what your conversation is... I just want to add, that whatever it is, it is much better when sober. Much better!!

So... I'd better head back to The Nest before I fall to the ground. But there's not much going on right now. Can I stay here a bit??

[Byrdlady]

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Tess.. RC is one of the deepest thinkers on this site! (he is also a darn good rhymer!) I hope I speak for him when I say, sure....pull up a chair and read back on his journey....you won't fall far by being here, in fact, you might find that your wings get a little stronger. Mine have. Hugs, B

[Tess-2]

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Byrdlady;1447495 wrote: Tess.. RC is one of the deepest thinkers on this site! (he is also a darn good rhymer!) I hope I speak for him when I say, sure....pull up a chair and read back on his journey....you won't fall far by being here, in fact, you might find that your wings get a little stronger. Mine have. Hugs, B

My Dear Byrdie, Okay, going to exercise my new wings a bit. Going to pull up a chair and learn from those who have gone before me. Thank you for the invitation. I am honored. :chute:

[Tess-2]

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RunningCourage;1443082 wrote:

Nope, no matter what way I look at, my parties-for-one were no social gathering. There were no invited guests. There was no spoken conversation. Little entertainment. Although there were refreshments...

But that's called "drinking" not "partying".

Yes, "Drinking not Partying."

Self-Portrait

It doesn't interest me if there is one God

or many gods.

I want to know if you belong or feel

abandoned.

If you know despair or can see it in others.

I want to know

if you are prepared to live in the world

with its harsh need

to change you...

by David Whyte

[Lavande]

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:H:H Pardon my chronic dyslexia :H:H

[kuya]

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Lavande;1447519 wrote: :H:H Pardon my chronic dyslexia :H:H

'twas your brevity that amused me Lav, not your spelling!

[RunningCourage]

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Tess-2;1447501 wrote: Yes, "Drinking not Partying."

Self-Portrait

It doesn't interest me if there is one God

or many gods.

I want to know if you belong or feel

abandoned.

If you know despair or can see it in others.

I want to know

if you are prepared to live in the world

with its harsh need

to change you...

by David Whyte

Hi Tess - thank you for posting this. "...with its harsh need to change you..." Provoking words. Like.

Kuya - me brief too. :H

[Tess-2]

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RunningCourage;1447573 wrote: Hi Tess - thank you for posting this. "...with its harsh need to change you..." Provoking words. Like.

Kuya - me brief too. :H

Hi RC - I was interrupted and did not finish the poem or the post. I'm going to read entirely through Stella (Chook), I stole your booze... before I add to my post. Thanks for letting me join in. Enjoy your day! :bye:

[RunningCourage]

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Day 52 - notes from today

Day 52. Some notes.

Called the doc this morning to make an appt. Done. Will see him next Tuesday. Been a while since I been at a doc. Last time, about a year ago, was due to a niggle in my knee when I ran. Before that... before that... well... I can't actually remember.

Have not enjoyed today at work. Have not felt much enthusiasm for work. For being there. The interest and enthusiasm I had a few months back has waned and I don't know why. Is it me? Has something changed at work? Do I feel threatened? Do i feel I am not doing a good enough job? Could I be doing better? Are these questions we all ask ourselves because some manual some where has asked these same questions of us? And if so how do we know, if we are doing our jobs, whether it is good enough? Do i care? Right now... not much.

I was last to leave the flat this morning. Gave me an excuse to vocalise some internal frustration. Not sure what or why. I got a bit flustered while trying to drag my bike outta the flat. Threw stuff about a bit. Screamed a bit. Eventually got out and cycled off, cursing all the drivers a bit. FUCKING WORLD, DON'T WANT TO PLAY TODAY.

I have no idea whether being pissed off at work makes me feel this way. Or letting the voices of real people mingle with the voices in the head about how everyone is making their way in the world today... and I'm not. Hamster wheel setting. Need to find the switch.

Arrive at work. My flatmate (a colleague who usually works "on the floor" of the arts centre) is seated at the desk beside mine. Cue sniffle... [taps a few seconds on his keyboard] sniffle.... [taps a few second on his keyboard] sniffle... [taps a few second on his keyboard] sniffle... [taps a few second on his keyboard] sniffle... [taps a few second on his keyboard] sniffle...

My head is a torrent of expletives at how it's fucking hard enough living in a flat with his constant sniffling, but I don't get paid enough to sit at a desk during the day listening to it also. Laughs like a seal with hiccups also.

Morning meetings. Head leaden. WHY is it so leaden? I can speak. I can smile. I can do the tasks needed to be done. But WHY is it so much harder than it was when... when...

Yeah... then. There are two thens:

Then 1 - when I was drinking. My day had an aim and a reward: Aim - get to 5pm having done all you need to do. Reward - drink. And for some reason there seemed to be a bit more energy? I may be wrong there. I do not forget the bedraggled, confuddled and sore mornings. On the whole I am much more, or can be much more, productive in the mornings than I ever was when hungover.

Then 2 - when i was a school kid. Go to class. Do the work. Go home. Do the homework. Still, looking back, it does feel I had more energy. Did I? Really? Perhaps. I was 15 years younger then.

Dunno.

[The seal with hiccups has returned home and is upstairs guffawing. Pass the AK47.]

Watching other people eat pissed me off. I hate the fact that folks eat at their desk. As an organisation we perpetuate the attitude that lunch is for wimps. I go eat in elsewhere for 10mins. Only to come back and have others munching at their desks pouring over screens while their right arm is twisted in an awkward angle so as they can get their soup into the gob without spilling while simultaneously trying to write an email. For FUCK SAKE.

Colleague sends an email "Oh by the way, such and such and I said we'd employ such and such to do this. Just informing you" But isn't that my job? Don't I get consultation? Of course not! I'm just the FUCKING SECRETARY. Of course. And I could be more. If I could be arsed. But by fucking god I CAN'T.

Because I can't. I can't. I can't see how. I feel I am just doing what is needed and no more. I fear that this is seen and people are realigning me in the plans for their own world domination. I fear I'm being put out to the slaughterhouse.

Get home... had a nice everyday run-of-the-mill catch up chat with other flatmate (not the hiccuping seal)... Cook up a little food. Go see a new flat. Return. Down a couple of paracetamol due to sore head that's been thudding quietly in the background for the last few hours. Hardly surprising considering how furrowed my brow has been... could have mistook me for a Klingon.

Sure. I know.
Tomorrow is another day, Rab.
Sleep it off, Arsey.
Aye, runners and maybe do that run in the morning?
Sure... I know.

Tea and toast before tripping off to dreamland.

[sweetpea29]

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:l:l:l RC :l:l:l

[Byrdlady]

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I think what you need is a rhyme.
You'll be feeling much better with time.
The seal with the hiccups?
By gosh you need pick ups!
Just find a cute lass and go dine!