nothing to do...  

sharewus2 40M/32F
415 posts
3/26/2006 11:56 pm

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12/31/2006 12:18 pm

nothing to do...

I tried to be good tonight and get to bed at a decent hour while Sir was out playing. of course i tossed and turned for an good 90 minutes until i had to give up on sleep and come sit like a crazed internet zombie, praying one of my friends would be kind ennough to come online and chat with me. so i've decided, since then, that my life is pretty lame.

back in highschool...sophmore year i think, i had an ingenious english teacher who had us all sit and write a letter to ourselves in 10 years (this isn't the reasn i call him ingenious, but that is a rather long story for a rather different setting). i, of course, spewed the usual about college and babies and love and a home with a big yard. the entire romanticized white picket fence story. i wonder now, that if i could go back to that naiive little 15 year old girl and sit with her for an hour, telling her exactly how life was goin to turn out...what would she do? the hope would be that she wouldn't go running to the nearest nunnery, but how well do i know that little girl now? the even scarier thought is, how do i feel about those things now? it's not something i really want to reflect on, but could i be monogomous? would i? lol, if i were could he keep up?

i think, inevitably, were i to choose monogamy, my nature would compell me to cheat.

Phineas2005 48M
854 posts
3/27/2006 11:38 am

Hey, it was a nice chating with you, anytime!

downinlove2 53M

3/27/2006 4:34 pm

At times it would be interesting to think that I could change anything or avoid pitfalls by being able to go and whisper in my own ear in the past. Yet I think that I would gain in some areas and lose in others. Today I am the sum of my experience and enriched for it. It is said that youth is wasted on the young. But I do not feel old, and continue to capitalize on my experience and knowledge. I’m sure that had my past self shared these experiences he would have gone on to discover other adventures leading to the same lessons, loves and disappointments just at different stages.
When and if one can feel content at any stage in life then even the darkest moments though unfortunate have contributed to my present. Its not hogwash I have lived enough to see it for myself. Make everyday count, never give in. Life is a grey scale poem. Identify the darkest and lightest regions and the rest will fall into place. But not necessarily in that order.

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