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mimetic: anonymous comments meme

I'm sorry, my brain is fried and I'm getting such a kick out of reading other people's anonymous post memes that I need to do it too.

Please respond to this entry anonymously. There is no theme or reason, I am just curious to hear from any and all of you who read this. I would love it if all of you would respond.
Post anything. Post a story, a secret, a confession, a question. Post your fears, loves, lusts or hates. Post the lyrics to a song or the words to a poem. Post whatever you like.
Whatever you reply with, be sure to do so anonymously and honestly. Post as often as you like and check back to see any responses.

I have turned off IP logging. When (and if) I turn it back on, I will update this post to protect anyone who comes to the game late. All comments should be anonymous, I will screen all posts with user names as soon as I see them (and possible repost them as anonymous).

Thanks for playing,kids!

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boyfriends like to be romancing, and give flowers, chocolates, compliments, and attention, but sometimes they need encouragement. it has been frequently pointed out in the past that a relationship is a two way street.
-devil's advocate

Dear Devil's Advocate,

Have you seen Bierce'sDevil's Dictionary?

PS-How would any boyfriends you know like to be romanced?

that's what i thought too.

Bierce'sDevil's Dictionary?
Not familiar with it.
And I have no idea how a boyfriend would like to be romanced.

neither of them are all that healthy, really.

the first one is full of trepidation and being scared and not understanding but really not wanting to understand because knowing means figuring things out and sometimes you just don't want to go there. it's fucking wonderful and thoughts of her flood my head at all hours, even those hours spent sleeping next to her. i missed that feeling a whole lot. it scares me.

the second one... oof! the second one is my contribution to fuck-up-dom. it's multiple years, the last being terrible. it's love and anger and a lack of communication. it's moving to a new place and not wanting to do that because, well, because that would just not be a good idea and it would make things worse. it's not going anywhere and i don't think it ever was (that's a lie, of course, but one i'm willing to think right now).

pretty funny situation, eh?

That Ambrose, he's got it going on.

No bullets. This isn't much a good game to win, either. Damn. Are you on the right meds?

What kind of response do you hopefor???

Damn, me too. Not 208.5, but a number equally unpleasant which I don't even like to type. My subconcious is a nasty fucker, it hates me in all sorts of creative and unpleasant ways.

Hey! A happy comment! I didn't think I'd see any when I clicked the link.

I agree that ravaging does sound dismally one-sided, stamina for such ventures aside

(the curmudgeon in me adds that 'till dawn doesn't have a starting time and therefore might actually be a brief installment of ravagingas one could start at, say, quarter to dawn...)

If I had a penis, you'd have trouble getting my hands off of it. And that's the truth.

Worth finding,online or in print. That Ambrose, as said below, has got it going on.
You'd better believe he'd know how to romance a two-way street.

just the chance to say what's really on my mind while remaining anonymous.
the thin veil that is my daily life is tattered. i need to do something positive, but then i realize how miserable i am. it just doesn't seem worth it.
wrong forum, perhaps.

It's snowing today, and it's cold, but we sang Advent music at Choir practice and I'm excited for Christmas.

I usually feel this way when everyone hangs out by the door of the T(subway).

Goddamn, me too, why stand in the doorway when the train isn't even nearly full?

Ugh.

aaah, i thought it was "mem", like rhyming with zen and fem. that really made no sense, though, so it's nice to be told what the heck is going on with these words i don't understand.

anyone care to enlighten me further?

ooohhhh, that's so awful! i'm very sorry. when i was a wee lass and my mom still put my sockies on my feet for me it would drive me absolutely insane when the toe seams weren't lined up properly. i'd sit there and fidget and try to fix them but usually i just exhausted myself with frustration.

so many despairing voices! i will try to find a positive one.

i am horribly stressed due to end-of-the-semester madness, but i refuse to drop off the brink. i will remain firmly planted here, just at the edge, but not in danger. confident in the fact that everything is secretly ok and that in a few days time life will be blissfully happy once again, despite the snowdrifts piling up on my front porch and the icy wind blowing up my pant legs.

sitting all day like his makes me fidgety and earlier this evening i hopped madly around the living room and kitchen, then picked up the cat and spun around in circles.

Well ya gotta figet with it.

I mean, it's longer than it is wide, and often gets uncomfortable, at all sorts of silly angles. Plus there is itching down there, yo.

Playing with it is maybe less necessary.

i worry that i used up my completely happy allotment at a poor time. it's not that i'm not prepared to be very happy doing other things with my life. it's just that i don't know how to recapture the sense of magic from another time. some of it was college...being able to have all that freedom and things feeling so possible...most of it was this person whose life kept getting tied up with mine in a way that made me feel wide awake & thrilled all the time. after i moved & started working, and that person & i didn't get along anymore, i still felt the magic..it was more diffuse, but it was there. things still happened in my life that thrilled me...those unbelievable things that would make most people go 'huh' or 'so what' that made me feel like i had gotten very lucky in being assigned a creative life script writer who liked me lots.
things don't feel like that & haven't in a while. and i miss it. there are so many things that i need to do and work on and plan to have the kind of life i want, & i'm working hard on them. i want that feeling back to though. i don't think it was all circumstantial. it felt like i wasn't on my right path & that that's when i got seperated from that feeling. i hope it comes back now.

I'm with ya bro.

I am very lonely.
But I am getting used to it.

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