How's this for pressure and lack of privacy: when I was in Marine Corps boot camp (1970) we had a completely open head (bathroom) with about 6 commodes along the side of a quanset hut available for several hundred men, and sitting on a commode in front of a long line of other recruits who are screaming at you to hurry up so they can take a dump. I've got to admit, in retrospect it was comical to see how others go about doing their business.
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MEN ONLY- Freezing up at the Urinal!
by Funchback inwomen are invited to read this but they most certainly won't be able to relate.
i know there have to be a lot of men out there who can't pee while in a crowded public restroom (bathroom).
personally, the more people who surround me while i'm standing at the urinal, the more difficult it is for me to pee.
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Hello, New Here . . .
by Puppie inhello, i am new to this forum.
my eyes are open.
do you care to comment?.
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Welcome Puppie. Keep your eyes open as well as your mind. And Corvin, what a great story on finding one again who was so important to you. I just love stories like that.
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It's my birthday.
by poppers ini had an interesting experience.
as i was dating a check i suddenly realized it was my birthday today.
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To Seeitallclearly now - LOL!! - it just it me, so THAT'S why I'm still single! Thanks for your insight.
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It's my birthday.
by poppers ini had an interesting experience.
as i was dating a check i suddenly realized it was my birthday today.
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I had an interesting experience. As I was dating a check I suddenly realized it was my birthday today.
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What truths have you come to embrace?
by Steve Lowry inby this i mean, what general basic truths or principles have you acquired in your life that you can use to better understand human behavior as it unfolds before you?
(it doesn?t have to necessarily be human behavior.
here are two i have learned:.
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- I am not who I think I am.
- I cannot tell you what I am, I can only tell you what I am not.
- Words to describe what I truly am would include "boundless, pure, eternal, and that which can never be harmed".
- Now is all there is - to rehash the past or fantasize about the future is to miss the opportunity to discover what I truly am.
- Experiencing the world without a conceptual framework to distort it is to live in freedom and peace.
- No one can tell me what "truth" is, especially churches, philosophers, and gurus - it must be discovered for myself, moment by moment.
- There is no "inner" and "outer" - there is only "what is".
- Freedom, truth, and peace are closer to me than my very breath.
- To see my true nature in all people/things is to live life anchored in love.- There is nothing I need when living life from my true nature.
- I am.
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Bad Stuff you did in High School
by Nosferatu infor those of you who weren't good jws, or weren't raised in the troof, what kind of bad things did you do in high school?.
one thing that i did sticks out in my mind above all the crap i did.
there was this one kid who was marked as the loser.
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I was more of an invisible participant in this episode but I am proud to say that the incident has become legend. I apologize for its length - it was originally written and posted at my high school alumni site:
Nancy,
Great to see your contributions to the Message Board. Yes indeed, I do remember Mrs. Heberlin. You are correct - it was Marty and I who put together the infamous "Mau Mau" tape. The genesis of the story is as follows: first period Social Problems our Senior year (1969) and somehow the topic of pen pals came up. Suddenly Marty raises his hand and in his best Tommy Smothers imitation he starts to talk about "George", his Mau Mau pen pal.
Now, Mrs. Heberlin hated Marty but she was so happy to see him participating in class that she started asking him questions. By this time of year we had discovered just how gullible she was (early in the year Marty had her convinced that Telly Savalas had invented the telephone!). Marty sensed another opportunity to snooker her so he started spinning this incredible tale about "George", all the while making it more and more outrageous.
"How do you communicate with each other, Marty?" Thinking quickly on his feet Marty answers, "By cassette tape." Her curiosity piqued she enquired about how George learned English, to which Marty answered, "He learned English at the local Peace Corps center." All the while she kept saying how "fascinating" it all was.
At lunch I came up with the idea of making one of George's "letters" and bringing it to school to share in class with Mrs. Heberlin. Marty wasn't too sure she would fall for it, but I figured she had swallowed so much bait by then that a little more might make her completely comatose, a rather interesting prospect to me. So that night I brought my bongo drums and a tape recorder to the Holiday Station where we both worked and we proceeded to engineer the tape.
We discovered that the clear plastic wrap that shirts were sold in made a perfect sounding "rainstorm" when crinkled up right next to the microphone. We used the bongo drums to tap loud and alternately soft sounds while continuing the rainstorm sound effects, all this liberally sprinkled with crackling explosions of "thunder", courtesy of Marty mouthing the sound close to the microphone. This "letter" continued for 20 minutes.
Along with the tape we tore out pictures from National Geographic Magazine which we felt matched Marty's story. Now I don't remember if we actually did this (and if any of my classmates remember please let me know) but there was talk of taking dice and breaking them up and then passing the pieces off as elephant tusk. If Mrs. Heberlin were to ask about the black dots the answer Marty would provide is that they were cavities.
We brought the tape to school (the next day?) and played it in class and passed around the pictures (and tusk?). Of course the whole class knew what was going on and it was a terrific exercise in self control for us students not to completely lose control of ourselves. But Mrs. Heberlin was absolutely enthralled.
When she asked about the meaning of the drumming Marty's imagination came shining through once again. "A big storm is coming and George's tribe is signaling to the tribe nearby that it is coming their way, and they are answering back." Mrs. Heberlin, "What does George's tribe do during storms, Marty?" to which he replies, "When it's a really big storm like this one, they all go down to the local Peace Corps center and wait it out. Then after the storm they take their grass huts down and hang them up on the clothes lines at the Peace Corps center and let them dry out."
This was all just too interesting for our class alone so Mrs. H. asked Marty if he would be willing to bring it in for the afternoon class to hear as well. Of course Marty was only too happy to accomodate her request, so he got to pull another coat of wool over her eyes in the same day. Naturally, word got out to the other class and we all looked forward to another Oscar winning performance from Marty, and of course he rose to the occasion.
Hey, thanks for the reminder, Nancy. It was fun getting the story in print. And please people, don't think too badly of us. I'm a teacher myself and I've had my share of stunts pulled on me. What goes around comes around. -
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The need to be right
by donkey inas humans we are programmed to survive (whether this is by natural selection or a creator is a separate discussion).
as such we are predisposed to find our comfort zones.
one of the primary mechanisms for this is seeking validation or justification that we are right.. once we feel we are right then we are able to hunker down in that position and we are then able to seek and observe things that support our position, very often ignoring any conflicting contra-indicators or discounting them as irrelevant.
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I like your line of thinking Donkey. Ask yourself, "Who is this that needs to be right?" Try to find that entity which needs to have answers, to be right all the time, to defend itself against those who have opposing viewpoints. If you investigate carefully you will find no such entity, only a bundle of thoughts/ideas/concepts which one identifies with. Drop all such thoughts and be "naked" with what is and see what happens. To live life in such a way is to see everything fresh and new, as if for the first time with no preconceived notions and predjudices to cloud perception. It also means to be comfortable in not knowing, and allowing the events surrounding you to unfold without resistence or clinging - in short, to live life in freedom.
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What Is YOUR Concept of "God"?
by minimus inis he/she "real"?
are you now unsure of "god's" existence?
do you ever pray to "god", anymore??
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I replied to this thread but it didn't show, so here it is again. Having any concept of God is useless in terms of knowing him because any and all concepts are mind generated, and God is beyond all concepts. See what happens when all concepts are dropped - perhaps what was looked for will be discovered.
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I've discovered something..........
by desib77 inabout myself...... i think i'm a very judgemental person and that really bothers me.
it's only in regard to religon though..... for example, yesterday, after my husband and i had watched the passion, i was all pumped up about religon, so thankful that jesus had died for me and and ready to start trying to better myself.
that evening my husband got really ticked off at someone who had pulled out in front of us almost causing an accident and cussed them out.
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Hey Mark - it's nice to have your posts and your clear eye for clear seeing.
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Unwittingly Employed.
by Blueblades in.
if we placed the watchtower and awake magazines or obtained subscriptions to them especially from the years 1992 -- 2001, we were unwittingly employed by the watchtower society to disseminate "un propaganda" to the public.unwittingly we were deceived in a treachous manner by the watchtower society.they are the guilty ones, not us.. it's saturday morning and my wife and i are enjoying a nice quiet relaxing breakfast together, no longer deceived to go out in the field service propaganda ever again.. blueblades
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Pour yourself another cup of coffee, drink it leisurely, and enjoy your freedom.