Nicker on 9/6/2006 at 10:50
Shayed - While that may not be good cause for calling off a wedding it is sufficient provocation for a plea of justifiable homicide, especially if you use the carefully folded wrapper as an improvised weapon.
V_21 – Sounds a bit like you don’t have a question as much as you are creating a rationalization. Reading between your convoluted lines sounds something like “I have the hots for her/him but he/she doesn’t like me that much and is already getting laid by the ‘other’. Perhaps, if I can create enough of a stink, she/he will leave the ‘other’ and flee into my vastly superior arms. I am obviously the better choice but she/he is a deluded prisoner of the ‘other’ and must be rescued…”
Even in real relationships, one partner is usually more in love than the other. In the case of stalking that imbalance is total. Grooming an infatuation for someone who really isn’t interested is a recipe for a cheery rainbow of disasters ranging from humiliation and emotional scarring to standing on her/his front lawn, screaming her/his name while waving the proof of your undying devotion… the severed head of (insert name of celebrity here).
But that’s just one opinion.
Another opinion is that you should burn all your thesauri.
OrbWeaver on 9/6/2006 at 11:13
Quote Posted by tungsten
But just because your hormones rage once a month and ours ALL THE TIME doesn't mean you get all the chocolate, no?
Men don't have any hormones, and have never experienced any form of stress or depression as a consequence of their physical state, which is why they Just Don't Understand (tm).
Sap'em on 9/6/2006 at 13:41
Obviously you are not married. Men get to share that special time of the month with thier spouse. Its like vicarously being put through an emotional meat grinder. You are right about the empathy thing though, most times I'm just left standing there asking myself WHY?? AND WHAT HAPPENED??:confused:
OrbWeaver on 9/6/2006 at 13:48
I was being sarcastic.
We have all felt down, tired, headache, irritable, stressed, depressed and downright fed-up. Do we all claim some kind of special privilege to ram it down other people's throats based entirely on our gender? No.
Shayde on 9/6/2006 at 13:52
Quote Posted by Shayde
Just trying my hand at being unnecessarily emo.
*sigh* Most of you manage to miss my point completely even though I spell it out a couple posts later and now look at this trainwreck of a thread. :rolleyes:
Sap'em on 9/6/2006 at 14:02
but this is ttlg. What else do you honestly expect. WHOOSH...:o
Vincent_21 on 9/6/2006 at 17:08
Perhaps I am under a propension, seen in some organizations, not speculating about their form, to experience the contact with an apparent unwanted fate. I see hapiness... and yes, i am unable to live from the air, like a sylph. So, i am just feeding my curiosity, exacerbating my already so stablished perspective. Maybe the opinions i asked are just a way to feed my ego, realizing the blindness shown on the torrentical of answers that followed my exposition.... a blindness from birth, that even the most effective approachs are taken as unworthy.... but i laugh, sometimes, at my dignity. Its a exquisite dignity, not the one seen usually.... where heart substantially overcomes reason, but instigates compassion.... ignoring the determination to silence.
I see it as my redemption... the glacial breath, that comes from my lungs, is warmed by an inate kindness. Instead of speaking, i type... and my words, moderated for you, are articulated at the sound of a benevolent instint... derision, is, for me, as devious as most of modern existences...
The cell, where infamous spirits are trapped, with the chains of ignorance, is a desolated vision. I thought i could share this with you... like a primitive Adam, delighted with his Eden, and noticing the world below, tries to fill an heaven with the company of meritorious beings... the ones whose eyes, not yet surpassed with vice, are able to understand my message......
Removing the veil, i am, helped with dignity and honour, refining unpolished souls... think of this as an antecipation of later events. A provect men, starring at his life as a more excused Nana, will feel tears of blood coming to his eyes, result of his heart's death... literal and metaphorically speaking.
Its just an hyperbole, but, a profund cogitation will reveal similitudes, the fist being the rejection of pride... a deplorable conception of vanity, and finishing it all, an imolation of an heart, along with tears of frustation, anger and rage, followed by vituperant words, or... thoughts, given how weak people are today........
OnionBob on 9/6/2006 at 17:46
your writing is awful and furthermore this is a pretty elaborate way of saying that you are afraid of women
Vernon on 9/6/2006 at 17:55
hyperbole more like tiny willy
