Do crows… when present, always open up the stage with their crowing, for all the other birds to then commence… with their songbird songs and shrill whistles? crows… the conductors of the bird-world, if you will.
I have been asked on a date, but he is not my type… how did this happen? How to unhappen it?
The house-building in the Lane behind has recommenced from yesterday. It is being made from wood, not bricks and mortar… it’s gonna need some mad suped-up insulation to keep that place warm in Winters.
In that magic underworld that defines the ultra micro of associations, different masks abound without mean ing.
To come up for air, suddenly, will become very appearent , the deep pressures not adjusted properly, and the stage set, melt the stages into unused masks.
Here, coincidences appear as set, or totally synchratic. Mind wavers between sensing the source as totally anachronistic and synchronicitious, and completely self contained.
My apologies MagsJ - as you were! Feeling a tad 'frustrated at the time.
On a more positive note…
It is good to see that children the world over are showing concern over our living conditions.
Climate change hasn’t always been taken seriously!
derleydoo » Sun Jan 10, 2010 4:03 am
Lets’ join Mia Celt in our ACB News Studio, Mia.
“Thanks, let’s join Liam Tec in our Copenhagen studio. Liam, what’s the news from Copenhagen?”
“It’s wonderful. Wonderful. Mia, progress has been…”
“Liam, we’ll get back to you. We’re receiving breaking news from our Norwegian correspondent, Tim Alec. Tim, what’s the news?”
“Well, Mia, it’s pretty exciting stuff. There is no official confirmation at this particular moment. However, we have received a leaked copy of the Nobel nominations for 2010 - the shortlist. And I tell you, Mia, it is a short list, just the two names: Robert Mugabe and Osama Bin Ladin.”
“Really?”
“Indeed. But, there could be some controversy over the proposal to give a posthumous award to Pol Pot.”
“Thanks Tim. Keep us up to date. Now it’s over to Ali Mect with the weather.”
Back to Michael Gancet in the studio.
Thank you Ali. Let’s hope those people have read the story of the Three Piggies…. Joining me in the studio I am pleased to welcome Mister Alvin Lee.
Welcome Alvin… let me begin by asking what you think of Mister Obama’s 2009 Nobel Peace prize award?
…that feeling of doom, perhaps… of death and destruction… the things that the World was made from, so maybe a semblance of our innate past. It went well with my moods, and now my moods have nothing.
How did this happen? Well you may ask! What is your type? I’m thinking of opening a PCH&N dating agency? I’ve got you down as a potential client. May have the perfect match for you. How would I describe this fella? He’s a sort of cross between Sergeant Fraser - there’s a touch of the Harold Shipmans about him, and just for good measure, there is definitely something Hitleresque about him. He likes Cats He’s seen the Musical 743 times. Guess what his favouritest piece of music is - his words youtu.be/_FrOQC-zEog
It passed for me, MagsJ - Thanks!
Wow! well that’s a mix of a man, for sure… good thing I’m not averse to uniforms, isn’t it…
Well how did it happen? Well… having taken myself out of the game these last few years, from being poisoned by jabs, and now being in the game… by default of being well-enough, I can only conclude that the attention made me do it.
…and don’t even get me started on the texts the next-door neighbour keeps sending me, at silly o’clock.
My type? a nice man… no bad boys, for me… the dramas would grate against my quiet sensibilities and calm disposition, as would he the cat’s… whom I have to thank for currently being up and awake so early this morning, after being called to let him in, when he awoke from his new favourite sleeping spot in the raised brick flowerbed… sometimes he thinks he’s a plant, often he thinks we’re the same species.
…a moment passed… as I hope it does for all, when they’re having a moment.
Persia, birthplace of some of the wisest (documented) men in the entire course of human history - versus Saudi Arabia, birthplace of some of the biggest contracts in the entire course of human history.
I’m allergic… but didn’t know it, and so was close to death a few times… NHS don’t want to be responsible for the matter, but I pushed and threatened… to get tests done and clinics booked, and my records marked, prohibiting them being administered. Going into hypothermia and close to dying at the height of Summer… who knew that could be a thing.
Whenever I go to Clinincs or hospital, they still keep offering me injections and drugs… it leaves me truly speechless.
…but I’m narcissistic not vain, so it doesn’t really always register… I’m sure narcissism has some evolutionary purpose, but it seems that it’s only a hinderance, in this displaced position that I was born into and find myself in… my siblings share the same sentiment, so it’s not just me being weird.
…maybe because it depends on what kind of attention it is, and from whom. Again… narcissism prevents the lapping up of attention from all-and-sundry (ahhh, there’s the evolutionary purpose, I guess). I feel much more at home with my sexual nature when I go visit St Lucia… I don’t get weirded out over there. or in Barcelona, come to think of it.
NOUN
narcissists (plural noun)
a person who has an excessive interest in or admiration of themselves.
“narcissists who think the world revolves around them” · “narcissists preening themselves in front of the mirror”
Narcissism
[ˈnɑːsɪsɪz(ə)m, nɑːˈsɪsɪz(ə)m]
NOUN
excessive interest in or admiration of oneself and one’s physical appearance.
synonyms:
conceit · conceitedness · self-conceit · self-love · self-admiration · self-regard · self-absorption · self-obsession · self-centredness · egotism · egoism · egocentrism · [More]
psychology
selfishness, involving a sense of entitlement, a lack of empathy, and a need for admiration, as characterizing a personality type.
psychoanalysis
self-centredness arising from failure to distinguish the self from external objects, either in very young babies or as a feature of mental disorder.
I mentioned your situation with those in the know. It’s been suggested that you should spend more time in St Lucia. If you are unable to make St Lucia, pop over to Barcelona. Let us know how you get on with that.
Lol. Those are the negative aspects of narcissism, but nobody speaks about the cool other side of the narcissistic coin. What gives?
I won’t steal your boyfriend or girlfriend! I won’t fight for all the attention in the room… I’ll be too busy looking at me! I won’t gloat at you when you catch your boyfriend staring at me… because, well… it’s not going to make my life any more meaningful!
Lol again. Thanks for the suggestion… it’s under consideration.
I want to go places with mountains… they seem quite spiritual… The Alps, Tibet, Nepal… they call.
I agree with You, St. Lucia would not work form me , as well. Can’t sleep almost 3 am here, just saw You pass by to say hello.
But then, again why not?
Maybe it’s the same as with me, with going back to Hungary, thinking, change will do me good does not measure with how changed I have become. Most I knew there when young are no longer there.
They did not have to change, they simply added on.
They are overly sensitive as to who they are, while I I had been desensitized in some ways
I can’t blame them, though. Even if I could.
But that is not in that sense that I meant , going back.
That is all, my narcissism w/o) let out of the bag.
Oh no, I haven’t discounted St Lucia… I just love snowboarding in the Alps, and I’ve never been to Tibet or Nepal, and Nepal is neighbour to my other home… India.
I’m left a bit traumatised every time I come back from St Lucia, as you’ve got to leave behind those you’ve bonded with… which is hardest with the youngers, and they expect to see you again soon, but that doesn’t always happen, and a goodbye hug becomes even the more meaningful.
Why overly sensitive as to who they are? a historical causation?
We do have a few things in common, fellow narcissist… spanning continents being one of them.
Wow! well that’s a mix of a man, for sure… good thing I’m not averse to uniforms, isn’t it…
