Awwwwww...

Chesto · September 12, 2008

As stated, this is the place for expressing disappointments, or regrets, about things. This is not the Jumping Pound to hate. Hate has had its day, on this forum.

Disappointment and regret can be positive things, leading one to examine the life lived. They can be negative things, leading one to grieve endlessly. What ever yours is, I hope that you find a place for it here.

Every expression herein is valid to the person doing the expressing, as long as it doesnt splash ,destructively, onto someone else here. If it spashes like a warm, healing bath, or a gentle loving kiss, then so much the better.

...so...mine.

I regret not having been born twenty years later, if for no other reason than that, twenty years ago, there just wasnt anything like a forum like this on which one could express things of the variety that we can. Life might not have felt quite so isolating, had one had access to something like this, when one was much younger.

edit: fek. forgot the magic word: Awwwwww.

Necromancer G · September 12, 2008

I DONT HAVE ENOUGH FUNDS TO EXPRESS MY TRUE DREAM AND OBSESSION!

kungfubellydancer · September 12, 2008

One negative aspect about me is that I am easily, easily disillusioned with myself. Anything can cause me to feel defeat even before the battle has begun. For example, when I draw a picture, I often look at the end result with disappointment, like I could have done better. I like singing, but I don't sing in front of people. When I cook food for the family, particularly unusual foods, I don't eat it myself, for fear if I detected a fault in it I'd be disappointed. When I write fiction, I easily lose confidence upon reading a similar work. When I mod, or create textures, as soon as I go to the Nexus and look at the recent mods, I say, "I can't even begin to compare my work with these. No one is going to download my stuff." When I look in the mirror I may think I have a glimmer of beauty, but when I look at a photo of myself or of some other woman, I feel I was just lying to myself.

This sort of criticism can be the worst for a person, and often leads to not working to full potential. Even after I or someone tells the above to me and makes me see that it's all in my head, as soon as I create something, I am disappointed. But, it's not something new, I've been this way even through childhood. Plus, I am one for honesty and can't deal with anyone trying to flatter me. I think one thing that drives my husband crazy is my complete lack of self confidence, despite his attempts to tell me I am beautiful, inside and out. When I tell myself the same thing, I often say, "You know, can't you see how dishonest you are?"

Aeryn333 · September 12, 2008

As stated, this is the place for expressing disappointments, or regrets, about things. This is not the Jumping Pound to hate. Hate has had its day, on this forum.
Disappointment and regret can be positive things, leading one to examine the life lived. They can be negative things, leading one to grieve endlessly. What ever yours is, I hope that you find a place for it here.
Every expression herein is valid to the person doing the expressing, as long as it doesnt splash ,destructively, onto someone else here. If it spashes like a warm, healing bath, or a gentle loving kiss, then so much the better.

...so...mine.
I regret not having been born twenty years later, if for no other reason than that, twenty years ago, there just wasnt anything like a forum like this on which one could express things of the variety that we can. Life might not have felt quite so isolating, had one had access to something like this, when one was much younger.
edit: fek. forgot the magic word: Awwwwww.

Awwwwww...Eh like thank you fell hound, for this thing I could not bring myself to do again, after losing my safe place for reasons yet confounding me.. eh like yet desperately needed also..such a place..la

eh blue writing not so harsh on my eyes.. rignt nowla.. , a wee bit harder on me heart and soul..though..

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Eh like does this place have room for red haired Irish Sidhe Corkoinan who oft puts hoof in mouth and stumbles over untied shoe laces..and is long winded sometimes more oft than not..unless the words are choked from her..

20 years ago, well I rather not think 20 years ago,what it was like here.. in West Cork the only place to go was the pub, where people sang out their sorrows, or disapointement admist Irish whiskey and Murheys..each their turn, the old traditional, ah we Irish are a sentimental lot...allot that accomplished..some things ne'er change here, in West Cork, then things that do, we wish wouldn't so the Irish drink and sing some more..then again, it did for a moment invoke a oneness, in drunken song...overall not so much..Never mind a intenet connection, or reaching out to anyone but ourselves...

I do like singing, though I am a Bard you know, you should hear me sing, with the Irish singers, blending my voice, with my music programme, I sing harmoney with them..mix it make my own CDs..Tis gas, really.. got to do something well..that is what I do well..

The frist thing I do best haven it unalone in so long, tis sad indeed.. :closedeyes:

At my age things aren't always sunny and bright, but the occcasional nose dive will now have a safe place to go again, to express those moments of discontent we all have..amidst the *I likes.*.

"An unexamined life is not worth living".

Socrates

Due to the wonderful Irish rain................ I lost DSL lines, then modem is waiting a new replacement..I am on off on off, at any moemnt it could go.. 5 days hence or so..as teh crow flies..it should be all better with higher speeds, thank the Goddess for Skibereen where I am closer to, for all the main lines come out of there..I can get them..

Much better speed than I am running these days..eh la..

I should put my where I was song that got ignored in the everyone happily lost in good stuff which is good, make no bones..but got by passed and lost there, amidst all that joy..A song who's words said how I felt..

Eh like I oft express myself in song, the words I cannot say, and when I qoute one, its becuase I am hurting deep..and there it was my guts laid out, and passed on by.. in the mist untouched unheard, and unfelt, and I slinked away ...

Here perchance it might get heard and appreciated..and maybe even an awwwww..understood, amidst the monalogue of discontent at the moment..then again who knows..

.I don't think many people pay attention to some of our singers on this side of the pond unless they make it big in the states, By Slide has some good music, one of my many genres depending on mood..

I will go copy it and paste it and put it here,where it must just perchance might get a comment from this side of the pond, mate, for its meaning might not be gotten by anyone else..I shall go now and drag it here..away from the like..to the palcd on momentary discontent..before my connection goes again..be back in two shakes of a lambs tail..

Slide one of the most exciting Irish groups of the last decade....well I have many sides to me, and many genres I like depends on my mood..la

This is what I feel right now..maybe only one from this side of the pond can decipher its meaning, we'll see..

Just So Far Away - Mick Broderick

Flung into the open. Like a seed on a castle floor.

I'm pushing up. But someone's pushing down.

Can see a foot behind the door.

I'm not looking for a favour. I'm just trying to make it pay.