Seconded. All you need is a knife, a block of wood and a box of Band-Aids (sticking plasters, or whatever your colloquial term is for small wound dressings).
I'm not afraid to cry. I tell my friends that I love them. I have two teenage sons that I kiss goodnight, every single day. I am a disability support worker. I do regular mental health checks on family and friends because I know what it is to be depressed, and how one person caring can be the difference between living and dying. I hug... A lot. I am 49 years old and I am male...
... Therefore, I must be gay. Please don't tell my wife.
Try journalling. Just write down whatever you're thinking about. It helps to get those deep thoughts out of your head and into the world. It makes them easier to examine when they're out of your head. It also gives you more clarity when you articulate what you're thinking: a definite thing instead of a fuzzy idea floating around on your head.
That's what I do. I don't need to worry about sounding like an idiot because I'm the only person that will see them anyway.
If I don't have anything specific I want to write about then I usually start with something mundane that I observed, or that I did. It often evolves into something profound. I have found that what I initially think is mundane is usually something that I have a programmed response to, or is an unchallenged preconception.
And when it doesn't turn into something more, at least it's a record of my day-to-day.
Sometimes when I think I have nothing to write about I end up with 4-5 pages!
Both songs were massive hits in Australia when I was a kid and they both are still in high rotation on my playlist.
Interestingly, the English version of 99 Luftballons hardly charted here at all.
Plastic Bertrand's song was huge due to appearing on the soundtrack of the National Lampoon's European Vacation movie starring Chevy Chase and Beverley D'Angelo.
And some people are truly wonderful. Offering empathy and understanding to internet strangers is a simple kindness that can make someone's day brighter. Thank you.
You'll probably feel that way for a while. Try to not hold on to it. Carrying resentment and anger around is like deliberately filling your life with negativity. It's draining and will leave you emotionally and physically exhausted.
You may eventually find that it's a blessing that so many people showed you their true colours in such a direct way. You have a clean slate. Start surrounding yourself with people that are supportive and empathetic. You can choose who your friends are. Make good choices. Move slowly. Trust your gut.
Yeah, mate. When my ex left me, even my older brother asked me to not come to parties at his place because it made her uncomfortable.
She was there with my brothers' friend. She had been seeing him for a while and I was the last person to know. The whole time she had been telling anyone who found out about them that I was abusive and to keep it quiet for her protection (yet she was verbally and financially abusing me).
In the end I was shunned by almost everyone that I knew. I lost my home, my friends, most of my family and ended up in debt for years as a result.
Only my younger brother stood by me and stood up for me. Everyone else believed her.
When I started dating my (now) wife, she was approached by several of my old "friends" and told that I was 'bad news' and to avoid me because I was abusive. My (now) wife told them she was "a grown woman and capable of making up her own mind, thank you very much!"
We've been together 22 years, married for 17 years and have two amazing kids. In the end, though I suffered, I have come through way better off than I was then. The perspective that I have gained has made me much more aware of the value loyalty, friendship and love.
My ex married and had a kid with the brother's friend. They didn't last 5 years. She pulled the same shit with him, but nobody believed her this time. They had seen the same playbook when she cheated on me. He's still single, and she's with another ex-friend's brother, burning bridges as she goes...
Just take small steps, my friend. Start a journal. See a counselor. Get up every day and see what it brings. You never know what's around the corner. Eat right. Exercise. Just exist in the world without expectation and you'll find your place. May it be filled with joy.
I have something similar. Grey Box, I think. Thankfully my chainsaw cut is rough-as-guts, so I haven't had any issues with slippage.
I also have a step cut in the top of mine about 2" high to give me an edge to jam the spoon blank into.
She caught the Katy - Blues Brothers or Taj Mahal*
Folsom Prison Blues - Johnny Cash
Midnight Special - Creedence Clearwater Revival or Leadbelly*
Love in Vain - Robert Johnson*
Locomotive Breath - Jethro Tull
Barricades and Brickwalls - Kacey Chambers
Train to Nowhere - Savoy Brown
Hear My Train A Comin - Jimi Hendrix*
*There have been loads of songs about trains or that mention trains in American blues history.. I'm barely scratching the surface, here. In the early days of the 20th century the blues artists used to travel around by hopping on freight trains to get from town to town, so they featured in many, many songs. There would have been even more songs written to the rhythm of a rolling carriage, too, that don't even mention trains at all.
Nah. It's OK. It wasn't harsh. It was direct. It was a slap to the face that I needed. I was being lazy and making my education someone else's problem.
I am self aware enough to see when I've made a mistake, most of the time, and though my intentions were good, it's really not anyone else's job to educate me. I also hadn't considered that the "lived experience" I was asking for could be traumatic to recall and relay. Like I said, I was being lazy. I make mistakes. I try to learn from them and be better.
Australia. Escapology is an amazing album. It's definitely in my desert island top 10.
Seconded. All you need is a knife, a block of wood and a box of Band-Aids (sticking plasters, or whatever your colloquial term is for small wound dressings).
I'm not afraid to cry. I tell my friends that I love them. I have two teenage sons that I kiss goodnight, every single day. I am a disability support worker. I do regular mental health checks on family and friends because I know what it is to be depressed, and how one person caring can be the difference between living and dying. I hug... A lot. I am 49 years old and I am male...
... Therefore, I must be gay. Please don't tell my wife.
Thank U - Alanis Morissette
Echoes - Pink Floyd
Try journalling. Just write down whatever you're thinking about. It helps to get those deep thoughts out of your head and into the world. It makes them easier to examine when they're out of your head. It also gives you more clarity when you articulate what you're thinking: a definite thing instead of a fuzzy idea floating around on your head. That's what I do. I don't need to worry about sounding like an idiot because I'm the only person that will see them anyway.
God-dammed
Same for me. It's like closure.
If I don't have anything specific I want to write about then I usually start with something mundane that I observed, or that I did. It often evolves into something profound. I have found that what I initially think is mundane is usually something that I have a programmed response to, or is an unchallenged preconception. And when it doesn't turn into something more, at least it's a record of my day-to-day.
Sometimes when I think I have nothing to write about I end up with 4-5 pages!
Alphanumerically!
Ça Plane Pour Moi by Plastic Bertrand
99 Luftballons by Nena
Both songs were massive hits in Australia when I was a kid and they both are still in high rotation on my playlist.
Interestingly, the English version of 99 Luftballons hardly charted here at all.
Plastic Bertrand's song was huge due to appearing on the soundtrack of the National Lampoon's European Vacation movie starring Chevy Chase and Beverley D'Angelo.
Jack Black.
These Days - Powderfinger
And some people are truly wonderful. Offering empathy and understanding to internet strangers is a simple kindness that can make someone's day brighter. Thank you.
You'll probably feel that way for a while. Try to not hold on to it. Carrying resentment and anger around is like deliberately filling your life with negativity. It's draining and will leave you emotionally and physically exhausted.
You may eventually find that it's a blessing that so many people showed you their true colours in such a direct way. You have a clean slate. Start surrounding yourself with people that are supportive and empathetic. You can choose who your friends are. Make good choices. Move slowly. Trust your gut.
You'll be okay, friend. Good luck.
Yeah, mate. When my ex left me, even my older brother asked me to not come to parties at his place because it made her uncomfortable.
She was there with my brothers' friend. She had been seeing him for a while and I was the last person to know. The whole time she had been telling anyone who found out about them that I was abusive and to keep it quiet for her protection (yet she was verbally and financially abusing me).
In the end I was shunned by almost everyone that I knew. I lost my home, my friends, most of my family and ended up in debt for years as a result.
Only my younger brother stood by me and stood up for me. Everyone else believed her. When I started dating my (now) wife, she was approached by several of my old "friends" and told that I was 'bad news' and to avoid me because I was abusive. My (now) wife told them she was "a grown woman and capable of making up her own mind, thank you very much!" We've been together 22 years, married for 17 years and have two amazing kids. In the end, though I suffered, I have come through way better off than I was then. The perspective that I have gained has made me much more aware of the value loyalty, friendship and love.
My ex married and had a kid with the brother's friend. They didn't last 5 years. She pulled the same shit with him, but nobody believed her this time. They had seen the same playbook when she cheated on me. He's still single, and she's with another ex-friend's brother, burning bridges as she goes...
Just take small steps, my friend. Start a journal. See a counselor. Get up every day and see what it brings. You never know what's around the corner. Eat right. Exercise. Just exist in the world without expectation and you'll find your place. May it be filled with joy.
I only occasionally do spoons, but I'll see what I can dig up.
I have something similar. Grey Box, I think. Thankfully my chainsaw cut is rough-as-guts, so I haven't had any issues with slippage. I also have a step cut in the top of mine about 2" high to give me an edge to jam the spoon blank into.
She caught the Katy - Blues Brothers or Taj Mahal*
Folsom Prison Blues - Johnny Cash
Midnight Special - Creedence Clearwater Revival or Leadbelly*
Love in Vain - Robert Johnson*
Locomotive Breath - Jethro Tull
Barricades and Brickwalls - Kacey Chambers
Train to Nowhere - Savoy Brown
Hear My Train A Comin - Jimi Hendrix*
*There have been loads of songs about trains or that mention trains in American blues history.. I'm barely scratching the surface, here. In the early days of the 20th century the blues artists used to travel around by hopping on freight trains to get from town to town, so they featured in many, many songs. There would have been even more songs written to the rhythm of a rolling carriage, too, that don't even mention trains at all.
It's a truck-truck-truck truck, towing a truck-truck truck, towing a truck truck, towing a truck. Duh.
Nah. It's OK. It wasn't harsh. It was direct. It was a slap to the face that I needed. I was being lazy and making my education someone else's problem. I am self aware enough to see when I've made a mistake, most of the time, and though my intentions were good, it's really not anyone else's job to educate me. I also hadn't considered that the "lived experience" I was asking for could be traumatic to recall and relay. Like I said, I was being lazy. I make mistakes. I try to learn from them and be better.