During high school I may have been really really sick on the days when TBS/TNT/AMC? where having Frankie and Annette or Gidget movie marathons.I have some really "comfy" memories being home sick with the humidifier running and making happy steam while I watched "Cover to Cover" or "Reading Rainbow". I read all of "Bridge to Terabithia" once when I was home sick. Do you need to ask me if I cried? You don't. I'm crying remembering.
I've taken sick days (as an adult and not too long ago) to watch Leave it to Beaver.
Jimmy Fallon does an amazing JIm Morrison
Right down to the package, evidently.
As someone who has lost multiple family members to cancer, and also has other family members in remission, I can 100% agree with this statement.
Life is very much like a rip-tide, isn't it? You just let it take you out toward your destruction until it ultimately loses interest in you, at which point you can use what strength you have left to try to ride normal waves back to the gentle sands of the beach. Sometimes, you don't have it left in you and you never make it back. Sometimes, the life you thought was yours when the current took you out has moved on. But, sometimes, your life is still there for you, waiting. And if you're very, very lucky, you still have enough gas in your tank to love that life back, so you lay down on the warm sand and feel that salt and hear those kids playing and gulls crying and you have a churro and a Coke.
This is not based on a true story.
Pretty much the theme of many of Buffett's more introspective songs. Well done.Life is very much like a rip-tide, isn't it? You just let it take you out toward your destruction until it ultimately loses interest in you, at which point you can use what strength you have left to try to ride normal waves back to the gentle sands of the beach. Sometimes, you don't have it left in you and you never make it back. Sometimes, the life you thought was yours when the current took you out has moved on. But, sometimes, your life is still there for you, waiting. And if you're very, very lucky, you still have enough gas in your tank to love that life back, so you lay down on the warm sand and feel that salt and hear those kids playing and gulls crying and you have a churro and a Coke.
This is not based on a true story.
If you ever get caught in a rip tide don't immediately swim towards shore, but rather, swim parallel to shore until you're out of the current.
Been there done that. Once at age 13, had to be rescued by a heroic swimmer. Again at age 59, when I remembered what to do after going out to fetch a frisbee, right in front of flapping red warning flags.
I feel that. Hang in there, some days are longer than others. You're going to be OK. You'll have to hug yourself on my behalf, but hang in there.I've been having a few health issues and this past weekend hit me hard. I ended up taking yesterday off and thought I was feeling better today. 8am meeting was fine. Then I stopped in to chat with a coworker and as she's describing some random detail of her weekend, I catch tears rolling down my face. Who KNOWS!?? Meds building up; detoxing from other meds; sometimes an allergic reaction of mine; apparently I'm more stressed than I thought.
Thankfully, she quickly closed the door and just let me cry. I didn't explain except to say -- I just don't feel well ...
(and I have a 630 meeting tonight)
Thanks. I really am okay and I have no idea exactly why it hit me just standing there talking about nothing... I guess I needed to get it out of my system, right?
Oh no. I'm sorry.I've been having a few health issues and this past weekend hit me hard. I ended up taking yesterday off and thought I was feeling better today. 8am meeting was fine. Then I stopped in to chat with a coworker and as she's describing some random detail of her weekend, I catch tears rolling down my face. Who KNOWS!?? Meds building up; detoxing from other meds; sometimes an allergic reaction of mine; apparently I'm more stressed than I thought.
Thankfully, she quickly closed the door and just let me cry. I didn't explain except to say -- I just don't feel well ...
(and I have a 630 meeting tonight)
I am calling your old guidance counselor and telling them what you just implied/admitted to! Don't be surprised when they demand your diploma back, Missy!!!
Sometimes it just needs out.
We are just human shaped bags of emotions pretending that we don't need each other, or we already knew that, or that we're not scared, and most definitely that we are totally OK. Most of the time, we are - or we will be soon. Like after we cry for a minute. Sometimes, it just needs to come out.
sorry Maister but old guidance counselors are lost as we are and have no idea how to get out of these woods. Mine could not see past the end of his desk.
Mine wanted to send me to culinary/hotel management school!
I'm not even sure I had a guidance counselor. That explains so much!
Some grudges don't budge.
At least you didn't break down on camera...
That must have been a remarkable wrong she committed in that guidance counselor's eyes. It strikes me as downright vengeful to try to limit a young person's potential like that at such an early stage of one's life. Essentially that counselor was arguing 'don't give this person the opportunity to improve themselves. They're beyond all hope! They need to PAY for their transgressions in such a way that it can be felt their whole life!'
It was a wonder to us, for sure.
Welcome to the club. You'll find out that all the stupid crap you pulled when you were young comes back and bites you in the posterior.
Truth - particularly diet, & drinking
Also, after 50, you can sleep at any moment. Watch, I'll fall asleep right now.....I stopped typing, listened to my fan and it lulled me to sleep in like 15 seconds. I sleep at stop lights, on my lunch break, here at my desk if I stop working for a minute, when my wife is talking and talking and talking....etc. Sleepy sleepy sleepy. Yaaaawwwnn.
They bring all their equipment on the bus
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