Cool! BTW, has all the incredulous crap in your life been cause by you or someone else?...Oh my God! What is my perfect picture and how do I know I wasn't real sick 3 years ago when I tried to take another perfect picture?.
This post was edited by CosmicWunderkind at May 31, 2024 9:47 AM MDT
I'll just say, if it were not for outside forces in my life I would be retiring about now from a job I dearly loved in another state. Now its water under the bridge, too late, can't go back in time.
Three years have passed for you, I assume you are feeling better now.
Look at this impulsive move by me. Now I will read your post!:) It's understandable that you may find it difficult to get along with friends whose mothers have a contrasting parenting style compared to your own mother. This difference in parenting approaches can often influence individuals' behaviors, expectations, and overall ways of relating to others.
In your case, your mother may have been an unemotional presence due to her own personal struggles and past tragedies. This could have resulted in an upbringing where emotions were not openly expressed or addressed, potentially leading to a different understanding and approach to relationships.
On the other hand, your friends' mothers, who ran at them to get them in line and prioritized perfection, may have instilled in your friends a set of values and expectations that differ from your own. This can result in difficulties in relating to one another since your upbringing and values do not align.
It's essential to recognize that everyone's experiences and upbringings are different, shaping their perspectives and behaviors. These differences can sometimes create challenges in connecting with each other. It's important to be understanding and open-minded about these differences, even if they make it harder for you to relate to or get along with individuals who were raised differently.
This post was edited by CosmicWunderkind at June 1, 2024 1:39 AM MDT
Well you see an I lost my cat out of sheer stupidity in 1990. I had it in Boston for 3 years and I was a big bad drinker because I thought it was making me smarter or killing pain. I lost my apartment and stood in the street and got further ripped off about 500 bucks by drug addicts and at that time I could feel the Mafia presence of Whitey Bulger code of silence and thought what a mess. I flew back and my father took care of me until I took a Greyhound back to Boston after a year. I lost my cat back there but it went back home to WA and I ask Dad if he stomp it out the door and he said no. I was homeless for 2 and a half years and they gave me SDDI. They said my condition should improve with specialized help and understanding but I self medicated myself til 2000..I've just weaned myself off of the opiates and stop drinking my king and I do feel better. I do still sucker into an opiate now and then. Thanks! My father was a stained glass window artist at the end and made many. He flew 95 missions in WW2 and Korea then had an eye removed because there was a pimple in back of it. My mom smoke her head off with coffee. The pain. My sister died a freedom fighting hippy the same way. One 66 and the other 48. Oh well man. I would not have got out of the shelter if it wasn't for SSDI. I drank a gallon of Planters Punch in the morning with another guy. I came back drunk and the shelter said we look out for you guys
This post was edited by CosmicWunderkind at May 31, 2024 9:39 PM MDT
You certainly have had a colorful life, sounds like the making of a movie to me. Certainly have believed all along you must have had some sort of strained glass experience in your life, which would be the reason I enjoying talking with you.
When I saw Whitey Bulger was wanted I used to look for him when I lived at the beach, always scanning people and crowds. Crazy thing is, really crazy, he was found living at one of the beaches I used to look for him at. Dang missed all that reward money, drats!! (was looking for the younger version)
This post was edited by Art Lover at June 2, 2024 11:57 AM MDT
Art Lover 