i'm not suicidal just fed up.. i did think of suicide (briefly), but as there is no painless way and it's not something i would willingly do just in case things would have been better the day after.
i do have a slight grain of hope.. money problems.....problems at home (that's another matter with a son up court for something he is adamant he didn't do.
first offence but the pigs police and the cps have got charges made.
Hey, punk -- my question also, but I realized it was an involuntary thing on my part. Waking up, that is.
The posts I've read here have been helpful to me, particularly those mentioning getting exercise and being with people.
I've written sad poetry on JWD/JWN for years; it's helped, but I've had enough of sadness. Despite things I've done and accomplished, I can relate 100% to your sentiments.
We just keep going . . .
Others need us, we need them. . . .
Love,
CoCo
the year is 1969. faithful followers of the watchtower society are gearing up for the imminent end of the system of things just as they had been for the previous ninety years.
a young witness named andrew is trying to decide what to do with his life.
andrew is a smart kid and he has an entire lifetime ahead of him.
bad art
this here is very educational.. http://www.funtrivia.com/tournament/jwd-trivia-quiz-75350.html.
come on, y'all.. sylvia.
You're welcome, Syl!
Alliteration only? Not sure of the rules.
CoCo
this here is very educational.. http://www.funtrivia.com/tournament/jwd-trivia-quiz-75350.html.
come on, y'all.. sylvia.
A smirk can kill a new idea, a sneer can crush a heart, but a backward snub is buns.
Ovid, loosely . . .
roebuck, gnu, dall
this here is very educational.. http://www.funtrivia.com/tournament/jwd-trivia-quiz-75350.html.
come on, y'all.. sylvia.
Renata's ribald, racy repartee ranked right alongside rollicking Rupert's risque rogueries.
continual, continuous, constant
so as not to hijack logcon's thread about crazy things jw's have said to householders, i'd like to start one about just plain old odd jw's.. for example, i knew this dear, dear senior brother who would carry a small bag of peanuts in one pocket of his suit coat and a small plastic bag of brown sugar in the other.. during that time, we would stay out all day long because the territory was extensive.. can't you just picture that precious soul alternately tossing a few peanuts/crumbs of sugar into his mouth as he schlepped from house to trailer, from trailer to house?.
the householders would usually offer us water, lemonade, kool-aid, or soda pops, so no problem with finding something to quench our thirsts.. those were the days!.
sylvia.
Hi Syl:
Maybe not eccentric but a CO's dress code rules for sisters: Must wear hose but not knee-high boots. I was counseled on wearing a corduroy jacket. Perhaps this is more the arena of wacky rules.
CC
for dear snowbird and any others who occasion upon strange fiction [?
] .... [inspired by six feet under].
ruthann awoke to the soft pad, pad padding of snowflakes falling en masse, gauzily observable, outside her curtainless bedroom window.
Thank you, Syl! I guess you knew where to look!
Love,
CoCo
In the OP I reread what had been the stated inspiration [Six Feet Under] for this tale. Ironic that I should begin watching the series anew last night, at which time, by coincidence, I recalled having written this story. I absolutely could not find the thread's location in my topics started box. Nor did I recall what had been its prompting -- SFU.
dear friends,.
much of what we do on a daily basis is routine and of no particular, earth-shaking importance.
however, after reviewing letters of family going back to wwii, it is fascinating to read what dad was doing on board the aircraft carrier in the pacific on any old day, what mom was cooking on her ever-steaming range, how i was dealing with the roller coaster of emotion at bethel [mom saved all my letters], how nana wrote that she would not study with the witnesses [per my request] but 'here are some mittens i knitted for you when you canvass new york with your magazines.
You are dear, Sylvia.
Thank you for your support at a very difficult time for all kith and kin.
Love,
CoCo
dear friends,.
much of what we do on a daily basis is routine and of no particular, earth-shaking importance.
however, after reviewing letters of family going back to wwii, it is fascinating to read what dad was doing on board the aircraft carrier in the pacific on any old day, what mom was cooking on her ever-steaming range, how i was dealing with the roller coaster of emotion at bethel [mom saved all my letters], how nana wrote that she would not study with the witnesses [per my request] but 'here are some mittens i knitted for you when you canvass new york with your magazines.
A sad day's start, saying goodbye to a dear childhood friend.
We will grow old -- die -- in this system of things . . .
You can say I love you over the phone, but cannot give that all-important hug. . . .
this tired, lonely man has been snared, but i protest little .
she holds me tenderly in her tightening but welcome thrall.
i cave willingly -- oh, so willingly -- to her amatory attentions.
You always state it so clearly, so eloquently, rip!
THANKS!
CoCo est Content
