In the Service of Her Majesty The Queen

I COULD be the worst, but, there are constraints that I VOWED to uphold.


Still doesn't mean I can toe up to the line once and awhile! :evilgrin:

 

Have you been talking with my J? That's pretty close to how she'd describe me, with a little more emphasis on the bad part! :evil_laug

She'd tone down the intelligent part just to kid with me. oke:

I most wholeheartedly agree with this definition.

 

And once again, Lady Temptation steps to the spotlight!

Stoopid imaginashun!! :doh:

 

Just sayin...for fun. Sorry, no offense meant.

I do agree with what you said in the post, except for the last sentence.

 

It was YOU I was defining as a "good" boy. HK was described as a "gentleman" by Scry.

EVERYONE is bad. Being sympathetic and intelligent is what makes good. Not a contradiction, an improvement.

I AGREE with your last sentence. Direct experience. :thumbsup:

 

Ok. Nightly mission.

Sleep like babies, but without all the paraphanalia that goes with them, hopefully.

Rise in the morning, safe and sound.


GA82...I am not going to sleep, yet. I'm going to write some more.

I actually feel quite well tonight. Amazing.

 

Sleep well, anyway. I hope that feeling well stops being amazing.

 

I think it depends on the woman and the circumstances. Some women want to asked for support; others seem to want it offered all the time. I have heard that some women never want support; that seems very strange to me.

Mostly, it's a matter of communication. I think this is a subject that people need to discuss, guessing isn't fun.

Never having experienced emotional support of any kind from any man, in the past (not even my father, or from my mother either, for that matter), except from therapists, I tend to expect emotional support to be given like a counselor does. And this isn't very realistic. But I don't have a clue in that area. No practice.

Out on the porch, I hear odd crunching noises in the bushes next to the house and get freaked out more than a little, only to find it is an opossum, a young one eating something.

 

Easy. Hugs. Smiles on sight. Listening. Caring. Telling them how happy you are to see them and be with them. Showing them that, clumsily.

I'm VERY sorry to hear that. My dad was that way, too, but my Mom wasn't. It taught me to make sure my son knew my love for him is unconditional and eternal. It gives me less control over him, but I think he will be happier through all the sad times ahead. It means a lot to a young person to know that someone would enjoy their company even if they weren't related. I learned THAT from my father's father, who wasn't around his own son enough to learn to be a father. Or to teach it.

There are a bunch of people here who only know you from what you post here. And WE think you deserve our support! :hug:

And we are glad to have your support, too.

 

I think that's one of reasons why I like the forum. :yes::hug:

There was one guy in the past that gave me emotional support, but he learned how to do it in therapy. Heh.

 

Late comer, and you seem to got it all covered, so all I'll add is :hug:

We're all here for you and each other, Scry!

 

Little drops of frozen water deck the chair I sit in on the porch, frost covers it, as it does the lawn and roofs of the houses; I see a puff of steam billow from behind a house across the way and down the street, someone opened a door and closed it. Their house must be hot inside...they have children, so likely it is. Their autistic son mows my lawn when it grows, a favor from me to them, to give him spending money.

The birds chirp and warble, once again the squirrels do not venture from their nests, still sleeping, warm. I am not pleased that I do not still sleep...I do not want to change into a morning person, I prefer the night to the day.

However, I am up; so be it for today.

No wind, the chimes hang in silence; the buzzards haunt the skies elsewhere.

I have permission from the exorcist not to go to work today...every move must be accounted for, it seems, something I am not used to and chaff against. It is hard to follow direction, but I lack direction, so I suppose it is needed. But not particularly wanted, at times; sometimes I think the direction is too constricted, and built on self interest. I am not sure I can trust the thinking that leads me to wonder about that, so I wait and hope it is not true, determined to trust... there seems no other option, any way.

Today, I clean the house. A mindless task (or tasks), but one that also frees the mind; we shall see if that is a good thing.

Good morning, everyone! I hope your day goes well, and there are no challenges too difficult to meet and overcome.

Ah...Franz Ferdinand is on the internet radio...I dance in my head.

 

omorrow, I beat the sun getting up. Not looking forward to it, at all. I agreed to go to an afternoon training in Tallahassee, registered for it, then a morning meeting got tacked on to it, and I was stuck with it. So a long and tiring day ahead.

Today was good. I felt balanced, all day. The exorcist is pleased. He warns it may not last, and likely he is right, but I have surprised others before, so we will see. Really, I have put in a lot of work on myself in the past, one would think it would pay off and you could play catch-up when something new comes along that kicks your head apart, down for the count. We will see.

I revised part of the story writing, worked on something that won't happen for awhile and talked with the exorcist.

The buzzards fly and flew overhead in 2s and 3s, but didn't circle and didn't flock. That was good. The breeze picked up and the wind chimes rang all day; maybe that's why.

I have figured out how to switch from one side of my brain to the other, I think. From work writing to the story writing. It's the music. The music that makes me feel is good for the story writing, very bad for work. For work, I play light classical and I can be productive. Good for me, pats self on the back.

So, on with the nightly mission:

Lie in the hands of morpheus tonight, safely.
Sleep soundly, no dreams to tear up your sanity.
Rise in the morning, no pain, no fear, willingly

Get some sleep!

G'night, all.

 

Awww, she used my Morpheus reference! :love:

A good and peaceful night, dear lady.