'Safe'
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feeling like I'm really missing out by not being in a relationship
Yeah, you're really missing out on the other person's random mood swings, bizarre demands, strange sleeping habits, strange eating habits, fights about money...and that's just in a healthy relationship.
Of course, you're also missing out on the potential for daily sex, but that might just be Vortex's parents.
I don't want to have daily sex with Vortex's parents. IJS.
It occurs to me that maybe part of the reason Vortex's Mom is being so difficult because she's NGA for the first time in however long.
Yeah, you're really missing out on the other person's random mood swings, bizarre demands, strange sleeping habits, strange eating habits, fights about money...and that's just in a healthy relationship.
I get a lot of that from the roommates and don't get to have sex with either one of them.
Hubby thanks all of you lonely Buffistas for the hugs he's been getting, and he wishes you all congenial companionship. It's not been the smoothest or most rewarding relationship, but I can't imagine my life without my Grateful Dead/Viking death metal-loving guy.
strange sleeping habits
My cat insists on sleeping on my arm and hand when I sleep on my side. When I sleep on my stomach she insists on sleeping on my back.
Good thing she's not a big cat.
My cat insists on sleeping on my arm and hand when I sleep on my side. When I sleep on my stomach she insists on sleeping on my back.
My cat does the former. He doesn't do the latter because I start giggling when he tries, and then he has to go off and fish the used kleenex out of the trash in revenge.
I honestly thought it was all a lie, a deception, something people are telling themselves to feel less alone in this world.
I know love exists, in the form of caring about other people.
But whether romantic love exists? Maybe. Maybe not. Whether people are lying to themselves or not, I'm not going to fault anyone for wanting to feel less alone in the world.
Which is all to say, thanks Shir.
And everybody else.
Good thing she's not a big cat.Incentive to NOT feed her table scraps. I catsat for a friend who had a pair of Manx, one had to weigh 20 pounds easy, and looked like a grey barrel. He loved to wake you in the morning by jumping on the bed (which would make you think it was an earthquake) then proceed to walk up your body and sit on your stomach/chest. As if to say, feed me, or I will stop you from breathing.
I wanna COMM Raq's comment, but don't want Sean to think we are laughing at his situation.
But on Raq's note, it's true. There are times when I think, sometimes its good to be alone. Having my choice of what to watch/listen to, wear or not wear what I want, can really help diffuse the stress from work. Not to say some cuddling or a roll in the hay wouldn't help too, but alone time is a very valuable thing.
Romantic love=addiction, to my mind. I don't think the higher elements of the brain are involve at all. Maybe it's all just pheremones. Maybe I had a weird cold when I met Hubby and he just smelled really good so I dragged him back to my lair and I kept him.
"In love" looks a lot like madness at this end of the life experience spectrum. I haven't gotten all giddy and giggly over Hubby in decades. But he's an inextricable portion of my life. It'd be like ripping off half of the letter A and expecting it to stand upright, if I lost him.
"In love" looks a lot like madness at this end of the life experience spectrum
Exactly my point. And yet, I'm the odd one when saying this is not what I want.
Why, world?
Edit: spelling.