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Originally Posted by TSNAPCRACKLEPOP (Post 5122547)

i would like to chime in on the "no childhood memories" that sounds like it needs investigating. regression therapy?

Dude... you guys have obviously never smoked and PNW weed.

;)

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Originally Posted by Superman (Post 5122532)

In a PM today, I shared with Todd that I NEED silence. Two days minimum. For this reason mostly, I backpack. Alone. I don't do it enough, but three days of silence......no talking.......place me back at my center. Seriously. After two days, I am just starting to relax. Our lives have WAY too much noise and clutter and stress.

Honestly... I live by the ocean and try to get down there at least once a week for an hour or two.

Works for me.

Backpacking? Too hard core!

no point in direction
it's coming no matter what
say goodnight sweet prince
your fight was gallant
your methods flawed
your heart tragic
don't be afraid to cry
before you know it will pass
everyone will remember you
until they drop the rose and walk past

mercy is trying to visit
but the barricades are strong
dreams made of heat in your heart
waiting for darkness to come
and steel quickly
wishing for arms to hold
passing it off as fancy
but desperate
for tenderness
and mercy

you had a good run
and thought that living was
running to keep up
and keep tabs

may grace be with you
because mercy is scarce
but i fear you'll feel neither
you were taught to win
but never learned to fail
pick it up on the fly
or during the fall
find a way home

mercy dear mary
slaughtered before waking
closing doors and bolting ways
swinging remains reminding
of lives that spun out
pirouette and pratfall
packing boxes
cleaned out after you're gone

living in seven time
but it's an eightfold world
you tap your feet
but mercy doesn't feel the beat
the end of the sky
shivering hues and streaks
you loved the texture
until you could really feel it
now it's too much
mercy come
the mourners are singing
mercy save
your broken soul
mercy love
your analog pulse
before it is quiet

dragged by your feet
to do it again
until it's really wrong
you're on your knees
mercy wheels
turning again

Oh people, look around you
The signs are everywhere
You've left it for somebody other than you
To be the one to care
You're lost inside your houses
There's no time to find you now
Your walls are burning and your towers are turning
I'm going to leave you here and try to get down to the sea somehow

The road is filled with homeless souls
Every woman, child and man
Who have no idea where they will go
But they'll help you if they can
Now everyone must have some thought
That's going to pull them through somehow
Well the fires are raging hotter and hotter
But the sisters of the sun are going to rock me on the water now

Rock me on the water
Sister will you soothe my fevered brow
Rock me on the water
I'll get down to the sea somehow

Oh people, look among you
It's there your hope must lie
There's a sea bird above you
Gliding in one place like Jesus in the sky
We all must do the best we can
And then hang on to that Gospel plow
When my life is over, I'm going to stand before the Father
But the sisters of the sun are going to rock me on the water now

Rock me on the water
Sister will you soothe my fevered brow
Rock me on the water, maybe I'll remember
Maybe I'll remember how
Rock me on the water
The wind is with me now
So rock me on the water
I'll get down to the sea somehow

In any relationship, there is a period of a series of adjustments. Since I've been married to Cindy for only 35 years, I'll let you know when the adjustment period is over...

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Originally Posted by Superman (Post 5122532)

In a PM today, I shared with Todd that I NEED silence.

Man, I hear that. Or not. :confused:

Seriously, I love my kids but sometimes I just want to puncture my ear drums.

Boys in my family (I'm the youngest of six. Two girls, four boys) were taught (programmed, perhaps?) to be strong and show no fear. Displays of sadness or disappointment were not allowed and were punished. Display anger? Not an option.

At the risk of starting my own journal entry here in someone else's thread, I'd just offer that I think a lot of baby boomer males received similar upbringings and have suffered for it as grown men. I think that attempts to supress certain emotions are difficult and it's just easier to supress them all. When we mastered the art of being emotionless little boys we were praised for being well behaved and having self control. When we matured and attempted to have meaningful relationships with women who expected/needed emotional connections with us, these relationships were doomed from the start.

I'm lucky that my wife was committed to "us" and helped me with an almost forensic exploration of my upbringing. We both understand and accept me more now than ever. That doesn't necessarily stop her from describing my emotional condition as "Spock-like" at times, but when she does I know that's my cue to open up to her.