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Leonard, 51 y.o.
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Binx watch a movie with me.
Smothered chicken burritos 🌯
I know what you are going through and feeling.
I deal with anxiety and depression. It's sometimes hard to deal with one or the other. But it's even tougher to deal when both hit at the same time.
Feel free to message me if you ever need someone to talk to. I'll respond when I can. Keep your head up stay positive and don't let others bring you down.
I deal with anxiety and depression. It's sometimes hard to deal with one or the other. But it's even tougher to deal when both hit at the same time.
Feel free to message me if you ever need someone to talk to. I'll respond when I can. Keep your head up stay positive and don't let others bring you down.
What's your favorite Anime movie and why
Grilled teriyaki chicken
I've been on this site since 2013. It's hard to believe that 20 years have passed. Now I may leave it.
I've realized that the older I've become, the more this site has changed. It seems more and more fake profiles have been appearing. 😒
So many people judge others by where they live or what country they're from. Or the color of his/her skin. And since COVID we're pointing blame, instead of taking care of our own problems. And owning up to our own mistakes.
We've become a society that believes only one skin color matters or what sexual orientation deserves more attention..
All lives matter, whether you're; rich, poor, young, old, have a certain disability.
EVERY LIFE MATTERS!!!
I've realized that the older I've become, the more this site has changed. It seems more and more fake profiles have been appearing. 😒
So many people judge others by where they live or what country they're from. Or the color of his/her skin. And since COVID we're pointing blame, instead of taking care of our own problems. And owning up to our own mistakes.
We've become a society that believes only one skin color matters or what sexual orientation deserves more attention..
All lives matter, whether you're; rich, poor, young, old, have a certain disability.
EVERY LIFE MATTERS!!!
Almost 2 years since you've gone to a better place. I miss you so much Dorian Gray!!
Man's Search For Himself
In the day-to-day experience of most of us, the fear of being alone may not crop up in intense form very often. We generally have methods of "keeping lonely thoughts away", and our anxiety may appear only in occasional dreams of fright which we try to forget as soon as possible in the morning. But these differences in intensity of the fear of loneliness, and the relative success of our defenses against it, do not change the central issue. Our fear of loneliness may not be shown by anxiety as such, but by subtle thoughts which pop up to remind us, when we discover we were not invited to so-and-so's party, that someone else likes us even if the person in question doesn't, or to tell us that we were successful or popular in such-and-such other time in the past. Often this reassuring prices sis so automatic that we are not aware of it in itself, but only of the ensuing comfort to our self-esteem. If we as citizens of the middle twentieth century look honestly into ourselves, that is, look below our customary pretenses, do we not find this fear of isolation as an almost constant companion, despite its many masquerades?
The fear of being alone derives much of its terror from our anxiety lest we lose our awareness of ourselves. If people contemplate being alone for longish periods of time, without anyone to talk to or any radio to eject noise into the air, they generally are afraid that they would be at "loose ends", would lose the boundaries for themselves, would have nothing to bump up against, nothing by which to orient themselves. It is interesting that they sometimes say that if they were alone for long, they wouldn't be able to work or play in order to get tired; and so they wouldn't be able to sleep.
And then, though they generally cannot explain this, they would lose the distinction between wakefulness and sleep, just as they lose the distinction between the subjective self and the objective world around them.
Every human being gets much of his sense of his own reality out of what others say to him and think about him. But many modern people have gone so far in their dependence on others for their feeling of reality that they are afraid that without it they would lose the sense of their own existence. They feel they would be "dispersed", like water flowing every which way on the sand. Many people are like blind men feeling their way along life only by means of touching a succession of other people.
The self is always born and grows in interpersonal relationships. But no "ego" moves on into responsible selfhood if it remains chiefly the reflection of the social context around it. In our particular world in which conformity is the great destroyer of selfhood....in our society in which fitting the "pattern" tends to be accepted as the norm, and being, "well liked" is the alleged ticket to salvation - what needs to be emphasized is not only the admitted fact that we are to some extent created by each other but also our capacity to experience, and create ourselves.
............and the story goes on.....................................
A poem I wrote when I was about 19 or 20
In the day-to-day experience of most of us, the fear of being alone may not crop up in intense form very often. We generally have methods of "keeping lonely thoughts away", and our anxiety may appear only in occasional dreams of fright which we try to forget as soon as possible in the morning. But these differences in intensity of the fear of loneliness, and the relative success of our defenses against it, do not change the central issue. Our fear of loneliness may not be shown by anxiety as such, but by subtle thoughts which pop up to remind us, when we discover we were not invited to so-and-so's party, that someone else likes us even if the person in question doesn't, or to tell us that we were successful or popular in such-and-such other time in the past. Often this reassuring prices sis so automatic that we are not aware of it in itself, but only of the ensuing comfort to our self-esteem. If we as citizens of the middle twentieth century look honestly into ourselves, that is, look below our customary pretenses, do we not find this fear of isolation as an almost constant companion, despite its many masquerades?
The fear of being alone derives much of its terror from our anxiety lest we lose our awareness of ourselves. If people contemplate being alone for longish periods of time, without anyone to talk to or any radio to eject noise into the air, they generally are afraid that they would be at "loose ends", would lose the boundaries for themselves, would have nothing to bump up against, nothing by which to orient themselves. It is interesting that they sometimes say that if they were alone for long, they wouldn't be able to work or play in order to get tired; and so they wouldn't be able to sleep.
And then, though they generally cannot explain this, they would lose the distinction between wakefulness and sleep, just as they lose the distinction between the subjective self and the objective world around them.
Every human being gets much of his sense of his own reality out of what others say to him and think about him. But many modern people have gone so far in their dependence on others for their feeling of reality that they are afraid that without it they would lose the sense of their own existence. They feel they would be "dispersed", like water flowing every which way on the sand. Many people are like blind men feeling their way along life only by means of touching a succession of other people.
The self is always born and grows in interpersonal relationships. But no "ego" moves on into responsible selfhood if it remains chiefly the reflection of the social context around it. In our particular world in which conformity is the great destroyer of selfhood....in our society in which fitting the "pattern" tends to be accepted as the norm, and being, "well liked" is the alleged ticket to salvation - what needs to be emphasized is not only the admitted fact that we are to some extent created by each other but also our capacity to experience, and create ourselves.
............and the story goes on.....................................
A poem I wrote when I was about 19 or 20
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