When other's are just ticking you off, when you just cannot keep it in any longer, and you have already tried and tried; or you find something so funny but posting it topically would interrupt a conversation; OR you feel like testing your own compassionate quotient by wording it in a way so as NOT to offend;
Instead of logging out, post it here......
Here is an example: Some posts are getting soooo long that no one reads them. Ever. But one day, you find yourself bored out of your mind, and you read, and read, and read. Only to discover that person, a part of the community here, may need help that you cannot give. You want to help, but you are prevented. So, say it all here. Air concerns, but be extremely kind-because everyone you meet is fighting an uphill battle.
Understand?
If it is too long, no one will read it.
What was I thinking, question mark?
This thread was started 9 mos. ago comma, period.
So sorry comma, that I was not nice enuff period.
I wrote: " So, say it all here. Air concerns, but be extremely kind-because everyone you meet is fighting an uphill battle." quotation marks, period.
I think comma, what I was trying to say comma, was to be kind to each other on here period.
Was I really mean comma, question mark? comma, or was I joking around comma, exaggerating comma, like I always do comma, question mark?
Sorry you missed it period. Were my thoughts all run together question mark?
Be kind to yourself too comma, Sue period. Doubt that you are a pea brain comma, at all exclamation mark!
Returning to the brat thread now.
However, I don't think that Sue, or anybody, need put themselves down in order to appear "nice". She is not a "pea-brain" at all. It is quite a challenge for everyone to try interpreting what some posters are saying.
Has anyone noticed that these same posters write with no punctuations, run on sentences, sound really c r a z y, then write perfectly correct, making sense on another post? Could it be that some posts are from a different technology, such as computer vs. cell phone? OR, they are just on drugs?
I know that the "purse" thing is part of an ongoing conversation between posters.
It was intended to be funny.
This morning, when I was cleaning out my purse, there was a heavy, cast iron anvil in there, I have NO IDEA how that got in there!!
CW, Agree totally.
Yes, one hot mess!
The Amazon drone delivery must have missed your porch and dropped it in your purse
I admit I don't use punctuation since I'm index finger typing on an iPad - I do try to use space between sentences
If I sound crazy or incoherent then well .....
Asked the caregiver what she wanted, and she comes up with a special order off the menu - seriously ? 10 different burritos on the menu and she can't pick one of those
It reminds me of a Hospice nurse we had for 16 months that I offered her a coke one morning and then she wanted one every time she came and some mornings I had to race up to the gas station in my pj's to get her one because she came to expect it and it became a "thing" with her.
My dH orders "special order" always at In N Out, so our order comes after 3-4 people who ordered behind us.
So, it is not us.....it's them.
so when staff changed her bed this week she quickly washed the only fitted sheet left as housekeeping had gone home -
kind of her but she bleached the pretty green sheet which is now kinda pee yellow
Sorry about the green sheet. Did the Viking even notice?
You have never sounded crazy or incoherrant, imo.
Period.
Would the Viking tolerate a tie-dyed sheet?
Iron sharpens iron?
An allegory is a story with (count 'em) two levels of meaning. First, there's the surface of the story. You know, the characters and plot and all that obvious stuff. Then there's the symbolic level, or the deeper meaning that all the jazz on the surface represents.
Here are some examples of allegory in literature: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis is a religious allegory with Aslan as Christ and Edmund as Judas. Faerie Queene by Edmund Spenser is a religious or moral allegory where characters represent virtues and vices.
BUT. Need to get this off my chest.
Dear J....
Thank you for your email. Yes it is indeed delightful that the sun has at last put in an appearance.
It has been no trouble at all to cover your recent shifts in the hospital café, I have been pleased to do it and hope the visits to your elderly mother went well.
Regarding the list of away tennis match dates, however. May I suggest that you might like to reschedule the tennis rather than reschedule me?
Yours ever,
The store was crowded and they had mostly 15 items and under lanes open and so there was a bit of a wait at the checkout
Normally, I wouldn't mind, but since I had gone without lunch and am still on soft foods, I was feeling less than charitable when a customer with handful of items asked if she could go before me
Unlike CM, who is gracious in her remarks, I suggested she might want to go to one of the many lines for small orders
I guess next, I'll be yelling at the neighbor whose tree is growing over the fence and into the electrical wires or the other neighbor whose bottlebrush (foul plant) is pushing the brick wall over or....
At the end of one long hot day and a hideous London special drive back from school, we arrived back at our house where a car I didn't recognise had been left parked in the middle of two spaces.
In the London suburbs, this isn't a hanging offence. It's a public-whipping-and-then-burning-at-the-stake offence.
Being in those days at the peak of my parallel parking powers, I reckoned I could still get into the half space this utter b*stard had left. With grit and luck and not being too fussy about "nudging" anyway. But I was not happy about having to do it and - "you get it from your father" - when enraged I can be quite vocal.
For the next five minutes the air of our otherwise peaceful street turned blue. I swept the range, from the driver's character and parentage to what I hoped would become of him and his kith and his kin and every enterprise he might ever embark on.
This tirade accompanied a steady rhythm of soft thumps as I engaged bumpers, paused and gradually rocked his car the necessary couple of inches forward.
"Mummy." I was surprised by Daughter 1's agonised whisper. She knew better than interrupt me in mid-rant, surely. "Mummy. He's still in there."
We had to slink past him to get into the house. His window was wound all the way down too. The poor man looked absolutely terrified.
"In the London suburbs, this isn't a hanging offence. It's a public-whipping-and-then-burning-at-the-stake offence."
Yeah, I agree, he shoulda been whipped publically and then burned at the stake! LOL.
Really am enjoying these confessions CM. Got any more?
Please carry jello and applesauce in a small cooler in your car, eat before going to the store. This because you work too hard, too long, and might need to share some with your Mom in an emergency.
Never feel bad for having to say no to a fellow customer.
My dearest dearest friend turns sixty next month. She is very excited about the party she has organised.
- Aside. The shenanigans from a few months ago seem to have fizzled out. Whether Friend and Other (then) Uninvited Friend sorted it out, or they have jointly and severally stopped caring, I do not know. Fine by me as long as I don't have to hear another word.
Anyway. As the venue for this date, which she entreats us all to attend, Friend has chosen a picturesque old pub on the banks of the Thames. It is a three mile walk - at midday, in July, in party gear - along a towpath from the nearest station. Driving to it on a Sunday lunchtime... I don't want to think about it, much less talk. She warns that the garden looks on to unfenced steep banks over the river, which will be - I quote - "VERY DANGEROUS for small children (or tipsy guests!!!)." Entertainment will be provided by a clown of our acquaintance (a retired professor of sociology, but the clowning was more lucrative) and, I quote again, her "favourite comedy songsters."
I think she is trying to find out whether any of us loves her enough to go.
I was enjoying posting more easily on this new website. It is working! I thought.
Then, I all of a sudden could not post a "like" this. Kept trying. Oh NO!
Here I was, trying to post "like" on my own post again. Lol.
Only 5 days until a full moon, the heat, it is all getting to me.