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On Sun, 10 Apr 2005 10:42:47 GMT, Dustbin – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -<dustbin_addr…@blueyonder.co.uk> wrote: >Hardpan wrote: >> On 9 Apr 2005 16:47:59 -0700, "Conrad" <eremit…@lycos.com> wrote: >>>Skinn…@hotmail.com wrote: >>>>On Sat, 09 Apr 2005 03:24:33 -0700, Hardpan <hard…@yahoo.com> >>>wrote: >>>>>On Sat, 09 Apr 2005 00:00:30 -0400, Skinn…@hotmail.com wrote: >>>>>>On 8 Apr 2005 20:49:42 -0700, "Largo" <coats2…@yahoo.com> wrote: >>>>>>>>Hummm…… My father gave me the same speech when I was 17… >>>and >>>>>>>had >>>>>>>>lagged behind most of my classmates. And here I am, 50…. >>>having >>>>>>>>spent a life building a character that I think is pretty strong. >>>Most >>>>>>>>of my aquaintences think so too. My employers seem to think so >>>>>>>too…. >>>>>>>>as do my co-workers. I was moved to another team… and got my >>>first >>>>>>>>sale on a totally new product line on my second day… an >>>unheard of >>>>>>>>occourance…. and all my old team members, who are in >>>competition >>>>>>>>with my new team…. came over and cheered for me. That was >>>something >>>>>>>>that has never been done in this office either. That’s >>>character. >>>>>>>>And yet I sit here alone… never having been chosen. So, tell >>>me…. >>>>>>>>how does that play into your theory? >>>>>>>What else in your life IS working? Surely at 50 you’ve >>>accomplished so >>>>>>>much in other areas of your life that this one problem–no luck >>>with >>>>>>>women-doesn’t extinguish the good stuff shining brightly on the >>>other >>>>>>>facets of your life? >>>>>>>Coats >>>>>>Sure I have accomplished a few things. Nothing to brag about >>>though. >>>>>>Good thing too cause who would I brag to? >>>>>>See, accomplishments are only good for the fleeting moment after >>>>>>achieved. After that if you have nobody to share those memories >>>>>>with…. Nobody to share the combined memories with… what good >>>are >>>>>>they? >>>>>Plenty, if you ask me. >>>>>Success breeds success, and everyone loves a winner. >>>>>And don’t forget that when Dr. Death comes a calling for those who >>>>>remember those "shared" memories, even that solace goes out the >>>>>window. >>>>>In the end, it all comes down to _you_, as an individual, not as a >>>>>couple or as part of a group, which are transitory, at best. >>>>True….. >>>>But the time inbetween birth and death can be long and tiresome and >>>>having a partner to share things with certainly would have made it a >>>>little more enjoyable. >>>>Or are you telling me that this aspect of life isn’t worth my >>>>lamenting? >>>And reproducing has also generally been looked upon as an important >>>part of life. Even if he doesn’t consciously want to sire bairnies, a >>>man’s desire for female company shows that the underlying instincts are >>>still at work. >> Thankfully, I have never ever wanted to have children myself and many >> Men only put up with the reproduction of rug-rats because their women >> have a biological clock ticking away like a time bomb, and she will >> cut off the sex/love in a heartbeat when she figures this fact out. >> Once women have the kids, many a Man has felt the gentle sound of a >> policemans’ rap upside his head, after the women decides that she no >> longer is in "love" with him, whatever that word means to a women, and >> gives him the boot out the very door, that he bought and paid for with >> years of hard work, with a call to 911 claiming that he was abusive or >> some other made-up nonsense. >> In my long experience on this world, the word "love" is used by >> most western women to justify and rationalize just about everything >> they do romantically and often things otherwise, as well. >> "Love" is just an excuse to whore around and nothing more for most >> women these days. >> More and more women had better get used to the idea that they will >> never, EVER be married to a sane, rational Man until their is some >> equality in the laws governing marriage, divorce and child support. >That is the very point. >Ever since shortly after my divorce I have been >saying that I would never have got married had >the fascists of State told the truth about the >legal system instead of filling our heads with >LIES about the right to be innocent until proven >guilty beyond a reasonable doubt. >Shortly after arriving at that conclusion I also >concluded that to marry would be grounds for >psychiatric incarceration of a man because it >amounts to self-harming. The only reason that >this is not true is because we are LIED to LIED >to and LIED to about the wonderfull rights that >we are supposed to have in the legal system. >Thus the man is misled into this action.
There are no rights, when it comes to the male partner, except those few bones the Judge might throw his way. Very doubtful these days, in most cases. These days marriage for most couples is a complete economic disaster for the Man, and a legal tool of extortion and blackmail by the woman.
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Skinn…@hotmail.com wrote: > On Sat, 09 Apr 2005 03:24:33 -0700, Hardpan <hard…@yahoo.com> wrote: > > On Sat, 09 Apr 2005 00:00:30 -0400, Skinn…@hotmail.com wrote: > >>On 8 Apr 2005 20:49:42 -0700, "Largo" <coats2…@yahoo.com> wrote: > >>>> Hummm…… My father gave me the same speech when I was 17… > and > > > > had > >>>> lagged behind most of my classmates. And here I am, 50…. having > >>>> spent a life building a character that I think is pretty strong. > Most >>>> of my aquaintences think so too. My employers seem to think > so > > > > too…. > >>>> as do my co-workers. I was moved to another team… and got my > first >>>> sale on a totally new product line on my second day… an > unheard of >>>> occourance…. and all my old team members, who are > in competition >>>> with my new team…. came over and cheered for > me. That was something >>>> that has never been done in this office > either. That’s character. > >>>> And yet I sit here alone… never having been chosen. So, tell > me…. >>>> how does that play into your theory? > > > > What else in your life IS working? Surely at 50 you’ve > > > > accomplished so much in other areas of your life that this one > > > > problem–no luck with women-doesn’t extinguish the good stuff > > > > shining brightly on the other facets of your life? > > > > Coats > > > Sure I have accomplished a few things. Nothing to brag about > > > though. Good thing too cause who would I brag to? > > > See, accomplishments are only good for the fleeting moment after > > > achieved. After that if you have nobody to share those memories > > > with…. Nobody to share the combined memories with… what good > > > are they? > > Plenty, if you ask me. > > Success breeds success, and everyone loves a winner. > > And don’t forget that when Dr. Death comes a calling for those who > > remember those "shared" memories, even that solace goes out the > > window. > > In the end, it all comes down to you, as an individual, not as a > > couple or as part of a group, which are transitory, at best. > True….. > But the time inbetween birth and death can be long and tiresome and
II found dat line verlly funny for sum reason. > having a partner to share things with certainly would have made it a > little more enjoyable.
hacing teh rong partner iz worse than beink alone. > Or are you telling me that this aspect of life isn’t worth my > lamenting?
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On 9 Apr 2005 14:20:54 -0700, "Largo" <coats2…@yahoo.com> wrote: – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->> >Plenty, if you ask me. >> >Success breeds success, and everyone loves a winner. >> >And don’t forget that when Dr. Death comes a calling for those who >> >remember those "shared" memories, even that solace goes out the >> >window. >> >In the end, it all comes down to _you_, as an individual, not as a >> >couple or as part of a group, which are transitory, at best. >Nice words from an unexpected source! >> True….. >> But the time inbetween birth and death can be long and tiresome and >> having a partner to share things with certainly would have made it a >> little more enjoyable. >> Or are you telling me that this aspect of life isn’t worth my >> lamenting? >If coming here and doing a bit of the lamenting thing is a help, lament >away my friend. As a guy who also was destined to have no chance with >the whole romantic thing, your bad feelings are understandable to me. I >wore the same wounds, and even though, luckily for me, they healed >years ago, I still remember how dreadful it felt.
Someone who get’s it. I would say it’s nice to know somebody else understands… but to be truthful I would rather NOBODY ever understand this! If youo get my drift. >However, occasional lamenting should be followed with action lest it >lead to more lamenting.
How true. I never did condone extended self pity. A little is OK. I mean, youo SHOULD be youor own best friend and who else to better console you than yourself right? But too much becomes counter productive. >Don’t you hate that song and dance about how it will all work out for >you just like it did for most other people? Even I used to get a little >of that.
As I have said many many times in here. Their intentions are good but they just don;t understand. >I won’t give you that song and dance. For some people, it just won’t >happen. For you. For me. For whatever sad person is behind Darkfalz. >For Mark. For SS. For Mzsmanic. For others I can’t think of off the top >of my head. We are alone. We always will be. Nothing will ever change >that. Forever. But it’s what you do after you realize that that >matters. Fate slapped you when you were dealt the cards you were. Are >you going to let it slap you again? These words won’t mean anything >when your temporily depressed, like now apparently. Save them for >later.
Actually I am not miserable over this. I am sad from time to time. I imagine as spring springs and I get out more and see all the couples I will get those pangs… but for the most part I now accept my place in society and my lot in life. >Which brings me to my second point. Another thing I won’t give you is >any variation of that sickening old saw, "Don’t worry, be happy." You >feel bad right now. (If I’m reading your words correctly.) Nothing will >change that in the immediate instance. Go on feeling bad for a while. >Wallow in it a little. But here’s my method to forge ahead: when I get >down, I know–at least the objective, unemotional side of me >knows–that I will eventually feel better. And that future point is my >lighthouse. I plod towards it through the dark, feeling bad all the >way, but I have always, eventually, reached it. So have you, or you >wouldn’t be here at 50.
Ya, I do things that make me feel good. I enjoy being nice to people and being friendly. I like working with people too. I really am a people person and that suits me occutaion in Sales and Marketing well. I like photography and work hard at that trying to get better and better. I paint some… and draw/sketch. And I play on the computer like here. You find things to occupy your time with and you tolerate those who feel it’s their duty in life to figgure out why you aren’t married… and those who, though well meaning, try to make you realize that you are wrong and that happiness lies arounbd the next cornet. They don;t understand that happiness is what you make it. >Finally, another thing that’s always helped me, strangely, is letting >my objective side look at my problems with life and compare them with >the "long view." For thousands of years, people have succeeded and >failed, prospered or not, obtained intimacy or not. And they’re all >dead. Inside fifty years max, you’ll me dead. I’ll be dead. Those who >enter the river of time after us will bloom, wilt and die. What are >your intangible worries when placed alongside the concept of eternity?
Yep. Grains of sand and all that. I am also a military historian (amatuer) and I look back at the wars of the ancient worls and try to imagine the people that fought and dies 2000 years ago…. and what their sacrifices meant to the world today. Not everybody can make earth changing effects with their lives…. funny too how some people will accept this fact… yet balk at the premise that not everybody finds a mate!! – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->Coats >P.S. This poem always resonated with me when I looked at the "long >view"–particularly the last third, which I’ve committed to memory and >separated from the rest. It has long been popular among Americans as a >soothing, objective and nonreligious look at death. >Thanatopsis >by William Cullen Bryant >To him who in the love of Nature holds >Communion with her visible forms, she speaks >A various language; for his gayer hours >She has a voice of gladness, and a smile >And eloquence of beauty, and she glides >Into his darker musings, with a mild >And gentle sympathy, that steals away >Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts >Of the last bitter hour come like a blight >Over thy spirit, and sad images >Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, >And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, >Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;– >Go forth under the open sky, and list >To Nature’s teachings, while from all around– >Earth and her waters, and the depths of air,– >Comes a still voice–Yet a few days, and thee >The all-beholding sun shall see no more >In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, >Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, >Nor in the embrace of ocean shall exist >Thy image. Earth, that hourished thee, shall claim >Thy growth, to be resolv’d to earth again; >And, lost each human trace, surrend’ring up >Thine individual being, shalt thou go >To mix forever with the elements, >To be a brother to th’ insensible rock >And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain >Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak >Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. >Yet not to thy eternal resting place >Shalt thou retire alone–nor couldst thou wish >Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down >, With patriarchs of the infant world–with kings >The powerful of the earth–the wise, the good, >Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, >All in one mighty sepulchre.–The hills >Rock-ribb’d and ancient as the sun,–the vales >Stretching in pensive quietness between; >The vernal woods–rivers that move >In majesty, and the complaining brooks >That make the meadows green; and pour’d round all, >Old ocean’s grey and melancholy waste,– >Are but the solemn decorations all >Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, >The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, >Are shining on the sad abodes of death, >Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread >The globe are but a handful to the tribes >That slumber in its bosom.–Take the wings >Of morning–and the Barcan desert pierce, >Or lost thyself in the continuous woods >Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, >Save his own dashings–yet–the dead are there, >And millions in those solitudes, since first >The flight of years began, have laid them down >In their last sleep–the dead reign there alone. >So shalt thou rest–and what if thou shalt fall >Unnoticed by the living–and no friend >Take note of thy departure? All that breathe >Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh, >When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care >Plod on, and each one as before will chase >His favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave >Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, >And make their bed with thee. As the long train >Of ages glide away, the sons of men, >The youth in life’s green spring, and he who goes >In the full strength of years, matron, and maid, >The bow’d with age, the infant in the smiles >And beauty of its innocent age cut off,– >Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, >By those, who in their turn shall follow them. >So live, that when thy summons comes to join >The innumerable caravan, that moves >To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take >His chamber in the silent halls of death, >Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, >Scourged to his dungeon, but sustain’d and sooth’d >By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, >Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch >About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
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<SNIP> >And reproducing has also generally been looked upon as an important >part of life. Even if he doesn’t consciously want to sire bairnies, a >man’s desire for female company shows that the underlying instincts are >still at work.
I think it’s just a little more base than that. Everybody needs to know they are loved. It gives the person justification that they are on the right track as a person. It gives them consolance against the bad they see daily.
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<SNIP> >> True….. >> But the time inbetween birth and death can be long and tiresome and >II found dat line verlly funny for sum reason.
Ummm, Ok. But it wasn’t meant to be funny. >> having a partner to share things with certainly would have made it a >> little more enjoyable. >hacing teh rong partner iz worse than beink alone.
Think so? How about never having a partner at all? But you won;t ever be in that position will you? Yes. Making a wrong choice is bad but think of this….. Even the Bad guy accepted you for some reason….. I wasn’t even good enough for the bad ones. How’s that grab ya? I wasn’t even good enough to be a mistake. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->> Or are you telling me that this aspect of life isn’t worth my >> lamenting?
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Skinn…@hotmail.com wrote: > <SNIP> > >> True….. > >> But the time inbetween birth and death can be long and tiresome and > > II found dat line verlly funny for sum reason. > Ummm, Ok. But it wasn’t meant to be funny.
I know. mebbe I wuz laffin becawse of teh succint truth in in. > >> having a partner to share things with certainly would have made it > a >> little more enjoyable. > > hacing teh rong partner iz worse than beink alone. > Think so? How about never having a partner at all? But you won;t ever > be in that position will you? Yes. Making a wrong choice is bad but > think of this…..
if u neber had it I dunno. mah sister neber hace had a bf. she is 47. she doesnt seem to mind. > Even the Bad guy accepted you for some reason…..
prolly becauseee he got what he wantedd owt of teh marriage > I wasn’t even good enough for the bad ones. How’s that grab ya? > I wasn’t even good enough to be a mistake.
u sound like u hace giben up. dont gibe up. I dont no u at alle but surely there iz something about u others would like. or hace u just not been tryink at all? > >> Or are you telling me that this aspect of life isn’t worth my > >> lamenting?
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Hardpan wrote: > On 9 Apr 2005 16:47:59 -0700, "Conrad" <eremit…@lycos.com> wrote: >>Skinn…@hotmail.com wrote: >>>On Sat, 09 Apr 2005 03:24:33 -0700, Hardpan <hard…@yahoo.com> >>wrote: >>>>On Sat, 09 Apr 2005 00:00:30 -0400, Skinn…@hotmail.com wrote: >>>>>On 8 Apr 2005 20:49:42 -0700, "Largo" <coats2…@yahoo.com> wrote: >>>>>>>Hummm…… My father gave me the same speech when I was 17… >>and >>>>>>had >>>>>>>lagged behind most of my classmates. And here I am, 50…. >>having >>>>>>>spent a life building a character that I think is pretty strong. >>Most >>>>>>>of my aquaintences think so too. My employers seem to think so >>>>>>too…. >>>>>>>as do my co-workers. I was moved to another team… and got my >>first >>>>>>>sale on a totally new product line on my second day… an >>unheard of >>>>>>>occourance…. and all my old team members, who are in >>competition >>>>>>>with my new team…. came over and cheered for me. That was >>something >>>>>>>that has never been done in this office either. That’s >>character. >>>>>>>And yet I sit here alone… never having been chosen. So, tell >>me…. >>>>>>>how does that play into your theory? >>>>>>What else in your life IS working? Surely at 50 you’ve >>accomplished so >>>>>>much in other areas of your life that this one problem–no luck >>with >>>>>>women-doesn’t extinguish the good stuff shining brightly on the >>other >>>>>>facets of your life? >>>>>>Coats >>>>>Sure I have accomplished a few things. Nothing to brag about >>though. >>>>>Good thing too cause who would I brag to? >>>>>See, accomplishments are only good for the fleeting moment after >>>>>achieved. After that if you have nobody to share those memories >>>>>with…. Nobody to share the combined memories with… what good >>are >>>>>they? >>>>Plenty, if you ask me. >>>>Success breeds success, and everyone loves a winner. >>>>And don’t forget that when Dr. Death comes a calling for those who >>>>remember those "shared" memories, even that solace goes out the >>>>window. >>>>In the end, it all comes down to _you_, as an individual, not as a >>>>couple or as part of a group, which are transitory, at best. >>>True….. >>>But the time inbetween birth and death can be long and tiresome and >>>having a partner to share things with certainly would have made it a >>>little more enjoyable. >>>Or are you telling me that this aspect of life isn’t worth my >>>lamenting? >>And reproducing has also generally been looked upon as an important >>part of life. Even if he doesn’t consciously want to sire bairnies, a >>man’s desire for female company shows that the underlying instincts are >>still at work. > Thankfully, I have never ever wanted to have children myself and many > Men only put up with the reproduction of rug-rats because their women > have a biological clock ticking away like a time bomb, and she will > cut off the sex/love in a heartbeat when she figures this fact out. > Once women have the kids, many a Man has felt the gentle sound of a > policemans’ rap upside his head, after the women decides that she no > longer is in "love" with him, whatever that word means to a women, and > gives him the boot out the very door, that he bought and paid for with > years of hard work, with a call to 911 claiming that he was abusive or > some other made-up nonsense. > In my long experience on this world, the word "love" is used by > most western women to justify and rationalize just about everything > they do romantically and often things otherwise, as well. > "Love" is just an excuse to whore around and nothing more for most > women these days. > More and more women had better get used to the idea that they will > never, EVER be married to a sane, rational Man until their is some > equality in the laws governing marriage, divorce and child support.
That is the very point. Ever since shortly after my divorce I have been saying that I would never have got married had the fascists of State told the truth about the legal system instead of filling our heads with LIES about the right to be innocent until proven guilty beyond a reasonable doubt. Shortly after arriving at that conclusion I also concluded that to marry would be grounds for psychiatric incarceration of a man because it amounts to self-harming. The only reason that this is not true is because we are LIED to LIED to and LIED to about the wonderfull rights that we are supposed to have in the legal system. Thus the man is misled into this action. D. D.
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On 10 Apr 2005 06:34:34 GMT, "Ms Pnoopie Pnats" <n…@not.com> wrote: – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->Skinn…@hotmail.com wrote: >> <SNIP> >> >> True….. >> >> But the time inbetween birth and death can be long and tiresome and >> > II found dat line verlly funny for sum reason. >> Ummm, Ok. But it wasn’t meant to be funny. >I know. mebbe I wuz laffin becawse of teh succint truth in in. >> >> having a partner to share things with certainly would have made it >> a >> little more enjoyable. >> > hacing teh rong partner iz worse than beink alone. >> Think so? How about never having a partner at all? But you won;t ever >> be in that position will you? Yes. Making a wrong choice is bad but >> think of this….. >if u neber had it I dunno. mah sister neber hace had a bf. she is 47. >she doesnt seem to mind. >> Even the Bad guy accepted you for some reason….. >prolly becauseee he got what he wantedd owt of teh marriage >> I wasn’t even good enough for the bad ones. How’s that grab ya? >> I wasn’t even good enough to be a mistake. >u sound like u hace giben up. dont gibe up. I dont no u at alle but >surely there iz something about u others would like. or hace u just not >been tryink at all?
Apparently not enough to take home for even a part time pet. And like your sister…. I am not particularly concerned anymore. I’m too old for that sappy crap anyway. But it might have been nice… or even different had I been seen for the man I am instead of the package I reside in. And every woman that thinks she is fat… or thinks her hair is the worst in the world…. Or thinks he3r boobs are too small…. or her ass too big…. Well every one of them knows a little of what I have dealt wtih every time they get overlooked or tossed aside…. but they all totally miss the point. – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->> >> Or are you telling me that this aspect of life isn’t worth my >> >> lamenting?
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—–BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE—– Hash: SHA1 In article <a891d8002df92b217964db504c320…@localhost.talkaboutsupport.com> RonW <rtw…@hotmail.com> wrote: >Why is it (if thats the case) ’someone elses’ fault he hasn’t been >chosen? He can choose just like anyone else.
"Which one of these 0 women would you like to choose, sir?" >Again, maybe some puzzle pieces need to be fitted in before I can >comment and/or advise on this.
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Skinn…@hotmail.com wrote: > On Sat, 09 Apr 2005 03:24:33 -0700, Hardpan <hard…@yahoo.com> wrote: > >On Sat, 09 Apr 2005 00:00:30 -0400, Skinn…@hotmail.com wrote: > >>On 8 Apr 2005 20:49:42 -0700, "Largo" <coats2…@yahoo.com> wrote: > >>>> Hummm…… My father gave me the same speech when I was 17… and > >>>had > >>>> lagged behind most of my classmates. And here I am, 50…. having > >>>> spent a life building a character that I think is pretty strong. Most > >>>> of my aquaintences think so too. My employers seem to think so > >>>too…. > >>>> as do my co-workers. I was moved to another team… and got my first > >>>> sale on a totally new product line on my second day… an unheard of > >>>> occourance…. and all my old team members, who are in competition > >>>> with my new team…. came over and cheered for me. That was something > >>>> that has never been done in this office either. That’s character. > >>>> And yet I sit here alone… never having been chosen. So, tell me…. > >>>> how does that play into your theory? > >>>What else in your life IS working? Surely at 50 you’ve accomplished so > >>>much in other areas of your life that this one problem–no luck with > >>>women-doesn’t extinguish the good stuff shining brightly on the other > >>>facets of your life? > >>>Coats > >>Sure I have accomplished a few things. Nothing to brag about though. > >>Good thing too cause who would I brag to? > >>See, accomplishments are only good for the fleeting moment after > >>achieved. After that if you have nobody to share those memories > >>with…. Nobody to share the combined memories with… what good are > >>they? > >Plenty, if you ask me. > >Success breeds success, and everyone loves a winner. > >And don’t forget that when Dr. Death comes a calling for those who > >remember those "shared" memories, even that solace goes out the > >window. > >In the end, it all comes down to _you_, as an individual, not as a > >couple or as part of a group, which are transitory, at best. > True….. > But the time inbetween birth and death can be long and tiresome and > having a partner to share things with certainly would have made it a > little more enjoyable. > Or are you telling me that this aspect of life isn’t worth my > lamenting?
And reproducing has also generally been looked upon as an important part of life. Even if he doesn’t consciously want to sire bairnies, a man’s desire for female company shows that the underlying instincts are still at work.
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I’m not entirely clear what the problem is here. Obviously this guy’s doing something right. He has good work ethic as part of his character and is being recognized for it. I guess the ‘never been chosen’ comment doesn’t make much sense. Does he mean relationshipwise? (assuming thats the case since the article is taken from date.com) Why is it (if thats the case) ’someone elses’ fault he hasn’t been chosen? He can choose just like anyone else. Again, maybe some puzzle pieces need to be fitted in before I can comment and/or advise on this. RW
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> >Plenty, if you ask me. > >Success breeds success, and everyone loves a winner. > >And don’t forget that when Dr. Death comes a calling for those who > >remember those "shared" memories, even that solace goes out the > >window. > >In the end, it all comes down to _you_, as an individual, not as a > >couple or as part of a group, which are transitory, at best.
Nice words from an unexpected source! > True….. > But the time inbetween birth and death can be long and tiresome and > having a partner to share things with certainly would have made it a > little more enjoyable. > Or are you telling me that this aspect of life isn’t worth my > lamenting?
If coming here and doing a bit of the lamenting thing is a help, lament away my friend. As a guy who also was destined to have no chance with the whole romantic thing, your bad feelings are understandable to me. I wore the same wounds, and even though, luckily for me, they healed years ago, I still remember how dreadful it felt. However, occasional lamenting should be followed with action lest it lead to more lamenting. Don’t you hate that song and dance about how it will all work out for you just like it did for most other people? Even I used to get a little of that. I won’t give you that song and dance. For some people, it just won’t happen. For you. For me. For whatever sad person is behind Darkfalz. For Mark. For SS. For Mzsmanic. For others I can’t think of off the top of my head. We are alone. We always will be. Nothing will ever change that. Forever. But it’s what you do after you realize that that matters. Fate slapped you when you were dealt the cards you were. Are you going to let it slap you again? These words won’t mean anything when your temporily depressed, like now apparently. Save them for later. Which brings me to my second point. Another thing I won’t give you is any variation of that sickening old saw, "Don’t worry, be happy." You feel bad right now. (If I’m reading your words correctly.) Nothing will change that in the immediate instance. Go on feeling bad for a while. Wallow in it a little. But here’s my method to forge ahead: when I get down, I know–at least the objective, unemotional side of me knows–that I will eventually feel better. And that future point is my lighthouse. I plod towards it through the dark, feeling bad all the way, but I have always, eventually, reached it. So have you, or you wouldn’t be here at 50. Finally, another thing that’s always helped me, strangely, is letting my objective side look at my problems with life and compare them with the "long view." For thousands of years, people have succeeded and failed, prospered or not, obtained intimacy or not. And they’re all dead. Inside fifty years max, you’ll me dead. I’ll be dead. Those who enter the river of time after us will bloom, wilt and die. What are your intangible worries when placed alongside the concept of eternity? Coats P.S. This poem always resonated with me when I looked at the "long view"–particularly the last third, which I’ve committed to memory and separated from the rest. It has long been popular among Americans as a soothing, objective and nonreligious look at death. Thanatopsis by William Cullen Bryant To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And gentle sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;– Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature’s teachings, while from all around– Earth and her waters, and the depths of air,– Comes a still voice–Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean shall exist Thy image. Earth, that hourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolv’d to earth again; And, lost each human trace, surrend’ring up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to th’ insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. Yet not to thy eternal resting place Shalt thou retire alone–nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down , With patriarchs of the infant world–with kings The powerful of the earth–the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.–The hills Rock-ribb’d and ancient as the sun,–the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The vernal woods–rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and pour’d round all, Old ocean’s grey and melancholy waste,– Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.–Take the wings Of morning–and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lost thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings–yet–the dead are there, And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep–the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest–and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living–and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh, When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee. As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in life’s green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron, and maid, The bow’d with age, the infant in the smiles And beauty of its innocent age cut off,– Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but sustain’d and sooth’d By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -On Sat, 09 Apr 2005 03:24:33 -0700, Hardpan <hard…@yahoo.com> wrote: >On Sat, 09 Apr 2005 00:00:30 -0400, Skinn…@hotmail.com wrote: >>On 8 Apr 2005 20:49:42 -0700, "Largo" <coats2…@yahoo.com> wrote: >>>> Hummm…… My father gave me the same speech when I was 17… and >>>had >>>> lagged behind most of my classmates. And here I am, 50…. having >>>> spent a life building a character that I think is pretty strong. Most >>>> of my aquaintences think so too. My employers seem to think so >>>too…. >>>> as do my co-workers. I was moved to another team… and got my first >>>> sale on a totally new product line on my second day… an unheard of >>>> occourance…. and all my old team members, who are in competition >>>> with my new team…. came over and cheered for me. That was something >>>> that has never been done in this office either. That’s character. >>>> And yet I sit here alone… never having been chosen. So, tell me…. >>>> how does that play into your theory? >>>What else in your life IS working? Surely at 50 you’ve accomplished so >>>much in other areas of your life that this one problem–no luck with >>>women-doesn’t extinguish the good stuff shining brightly on the other >>>facets of your life? >>>Coats >>Sure I have accomplished a few things. Nothing to brag about though. >>Good thing too cause who would I brag to? >>See, accomplishments are only good for the fleeting moment after >>achieved. After that if you have nobody to share those memories >>with…. Nobody to share the combined memories with… what good are >>they? >Plenty, if you ask me. >Success breeds success, and everyone loves a winner. >And don’t forget that when Dr. Death comes a calling for those who >remember those "shared" memories, even that solace goes out the >window. >In the end, it all comes down to _you_, as an individual, not as a >couple or as part of a group, which are transitory, at best.
True….. But the time inbetween birth and death can be long and tiresome and having a partner to share things with certainly would have made it a little more enjoyable. Or are you telling me that this aspect of life isn’t worth my lamenting?
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> Hummm…… My father gave me the same speech when I was 17… and had > lagged behind most of my classmates. And here I am, 50…. having > spent a life building a character that I think is pretty strong. Most > of my aquaintences think so too. My employers seem to think so too…. > as do my co-workers. I was moved to another team… and got my first > sale on a totally new product line on my second day… an unheard of > occourance…. and all my old team members, who are in competition > with my new team…. came over and cheered for me. That was something > that has never been done in this office either. That’s character. > And yet I sit here alone… never having been chosen. So, tell me…. > how does that play into your theory?
What else in your life IS working? Surely at 50 you’ve accomplished so much in other areas of your life that this one problem–no luck with women-doesn’t extinguish the good stuff shining brightly on the other facets of your life? Coats
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On 8 Apr 2005 20:49:42 -0700, "Largo" <coats2…@yahoo.com> wrote: – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->> Hummm…… My father gave me the same speech when I was 17… and >had >> lagged behind most of my classmates. And here I am, 50…. having >> spent a life building a character that I think is pretty strong. Most >> of my aquaintences think so too. My employers seem to think so >too…. >> as do my co-workers. I was moved to another team… and got my first >> sale on a totally new product line on my second day… an unheard of >> occourance…. and all my old team members, who are in competition >> with my new team…. came over and cheered for me. That was something >> that has never been done in this office either. That’s character. >> And yet I sit here alone… never having been chosen. So, tell me…. >> how does that play into your theory? >What else in your life IS working? Surely at 50 you’ve accomplished so >much in other areas of your life that this one problem–no luck with >women-doesn’t extinguish the good stuff shining brightly on the other >facets of your life? >Coats
Sure I have accomplished a few things. Nothing to brag about though. Good thing too cause who would I brag to? See, accomplishments are only good for the fleeting moment after achieved. After that if you have nobody to share those memories with…. Nobody to share the combined memories with… what good are they?