Am I crazy, or are they crazy?

[Lostinspace]

The short answer is they're crazy! <img src="/images/boards/smilies/smile.gif" border="0" align="absmiddle">

 

[Morgan7600]

Hi guys,&nbsp; Well, as a writer and a philosophical enigma myself, I have to say that this is by far the most interesting string I have found so far on this forum!&nbsp; I have read all the responses and here's mine!<br><br>Noah :::&nbsp; Thanks for beginning the string and don't be surprised if the responses never end!&nbsp; In my experience, you will get people like me who feel an understanding and kinship with you and the others who will try to "Frazier Crane" you to bits because they don't feel "good" about themselves unless they "help" you like that makes any sense at all!<br><br>Lynx,&nbsp; what you have written here jumped right out at me!&nbsp; A skill worth having in the written world.<br>Remember :::&nbsp; "The pen is sharper than the sword!"&nbsp; has and will always hold so true!<br>Per your response :::&nbsp; I myself am still having a mental wrestling match over the idea of living in a vehicle even though tons of seniors do it and they are not termed "homeless," just full timers!&nbsp; So that being said, if you live in a 35 foot behemoth called a "Manor Lodge," and I live in my Lance Camper on the back of my 2005 F-250 Super Duty pickup, what's the theoretical difference?<br><br>As for women, I'll keep it short.&nbsp; Take that subject and look at it through "Tim Allen's" eyes!<br>On one hand, it's called "The Battle of The Sexes!"&nbsp; But on the other hand it's... "Women, you can't live <br>with them ................"&nbsp; I am certain that I cannot with all wherewithal claim that I never met a woman with "both oars in the water" but I can tell you that at age 64 and single, that's how it feels!<br>The truth about relationship and marriage is set in stone.&nbsp; Be yourself and openly communicate.&nbsp; <br><br>Darkhematite,&nbsp; You opened up my "Aha" moment!&nbsp; Integrity, sincerity, honesty and trust!&nbsp; The hallmarks of today's politicians!<br>No seriously though, I can not agree more on what you have written here!&nbsp; Wives &amp; lovers come &amp; go but friends are here forever!&nbsp; If I could change one thing about my past, it would be never letting go of communication with those whom I've truly called a friend.&nbsp; I often wonder where they are and how they are doing.&nbsp; Gone forever now.&nbsp; I have in recent years, made several very intentional attempts to make new friends.&nbsp; I found that all were either "too busy" with their own lives to even "grab a beer" or just say one thing and do another when the subject of being friendly is breached!<br><br>I love to write but we're out of time for now...&nbsp; Let's schedule our next session...&nbsp; Let me see now how about next Friday at 3:00 PM?&nbsp; Just joking!<br><br>

 

[arizonatruck]

Some people I have high expectations of them.&nbsp; This is usually because I see some sort of potential or ability to justify expectations.&nbsp; But, with the high expectations I know that they are human and, at times, will let me down.<br><br>The same way goes the other way around.&nbsp; I was upfront and honest with my wife before we got married.&nbsp; Unfortunately, because she was my first girlfriend, wife, etc, I did not know all the things I needed to cover and have been working from the honesty angle since then.&nbsp; Sometimes I have said things in anger, and so has she.&nbsp; But we forgive and move on.<br><br>Some people have the ability to be abstinent their whole life, or at least not tied down.&nbsp; Lord knows that is definitely not me.&nbsp; I guess though, I am a bit of a wanderer.&nbsp; I live adventure.&nbsp; This may stem from my only moving once since I was born, of which I don't remember very well).&nbsp; My wife was the opposite, she moved around the world.

 

[FloridaGuy]

To the OP, you must have some Gypsy blood in you. &nbsp;<br><br>The saying is "when someone shows you who they are, believe them". &nbsp;<br><br>

 

[zemio]

Sounds like the Human Condition to me. This about sums it up for me. <a rel="nofollow" href="" target="_blank"></a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; As part of a creative writing course I did at Uni, I had to sum up my life in 10 words. I fell back on a line from a Joe Walsh(?) song "Still looking for clues at the scene of the crime." Or as a mate of mine puts it " Live, die, rot, forgot.'&nbsp; It ain't so bad.<img src="/images/boards/smilies/biggrin.gif" class="emoticon bbc_img">

 

[investigator77]

Hi Noah; I apologize in advance for the length of this post.&nbsp; Once I get started, I'm on a roll <img class="emoticon bbc_img" src="/images/boards/smilies/comp.gif"><br><br> I came back to this page today after reading it last night, because once again I feel like I'm losing patience with one of my friend/neighbors.&nbsp; She is 72 and kind of relies on me to help her with Internet problems, and other issues.&nbsp; She is a hoarder, and I've given up on trying to help her.&nbsp; I've offered too many times to count, and she keeps making excuses, SO I gave her the phone # of a local help organization that can come in and hopefully provide some assistance with cleaning, and decluttering her home.&nbsp; She keeps everyone away by hoarding.&nbsp; It is a convenient reason for her to not ever have to invite anyone, including me, her own kids, and her&nbsp;grandkids to her place.&nbsp; Then she gets upset that they don't phone her much, or invite her over.&nbsp; She always wants to come over to MY place, because it is uncluttered and comfortable, I make good coffee, and I have better cable (seriously).<br><br>ANYWAY, today I was helping her order something on line from Costco, and was having trouble signing into her account with the password she gave me.&nbsp; When I finally got in, she turned to me and said "well why didn't it take that password <span style="text-decoration: underline;">in the beginning</span>?!!"&nbsp; I must have given her a funny look, because she asked me "what's wrong?"&nbsp; I said that maybe the way I typed in the password the first time was wrong, and that the way she says things can be quite&nbsp;.... confrontational.&nbsp; She said she wasn't asking <strong>me&nbsp;</strong>why it didn't take the password.&nbsp; I said&nbsp;"well I'm the only one here, and you're looking right at me, so <strong>yes</strong>, you were asking me.&nbsp; She apologized and said she would never talk to me that way, but it's not the&nbsp;first time.&nbsp; The funny thing is that <span style="text-decoration: underline;">she</span> thinks she is a laid back person! LOL&nbsp;<br><br>So all of this got me to thinking about your comment "......perhaps I am the only one that thinks all humans are just giant disappointments and not worth getting emotional over... good or bad. It is after all, our expectations that lead to pain. We don't expect a stranger to care, so we aren't hurt when he/she doesn't. ....".<br><br>I've felt like such a loner for most of my life.&nbsp; I felt like I never fit in.&nbsp; I constructed an exterior mask that I showed to the world, and got through college, work, and two marriages, but I still feel like a fraud.&nbsp; Friends never seem to last.&nbsp; Maybe a few months or a few years, but eventually they always leave, or get angry with me, but to be honest most of the&nbsp;time&nbsp;I'm never really sure what went wrong.&nbsp; Maybe I'm too much work, maybe they have their own issues, maybe I'm just not that good at picking friends.&nbsp; At any rate, I feel like I've always been LESS THAN.&nbsp; Like an impostor, who can get along in the world, but on the inside is still this very lonely little girl, who can't understand why her friends are her friends one week, and the next week they're whispering and being little bitches to me.&nbsp; This always confused me very much as a child, and still does to this day.<br><br>I think this is why the RV lifestyle appeals to me.&nbsp; I can have my own little piece of paradise, leave when I want, and not stay long enough to make 'friends' who will just end up disappointing me in the end.&nbsp; I'm quite fine on my own, and can live in my condo for a week without feeling the need to socialize.&nbsp; Not to say I'm a hermit by any means, but I'm OK with my own company.&nbsp; Part of me wonders if I'm running away from my pain, instead of confronting it, but I've been working on it for years and years, and still haven't had an epiphany.&nbsp; That's why I'm dreaming of the day I can sell me place, and hit the road, even if that just means doing the winters in the southern U.S., and the summers in Ontario.&nbsp; 6 months here, 6 months there, and if it doesn't work out I can just change campgrounds.<br><br>The only thing that keeps me from moving forward with my dream is that I have a daughter who is 31 and married, and lives in Toronto.&nbsp; I only see her every couple of months, but I talk with her once a week.&nbsp; I'm afraid that if I take off, that I'll rarely ever see her any more.&nbsp; She's all that I have.&nbsp; Isn't that pathetic?&nbsp; I'm 54 years old and my daughter is the only thing good in my life.&nbsp; I do volunteer, and try to help people, but I feel like a shell of a person.&nbsp; A fake nobody in a celebrity world.&nbsp; I'm jealous that everyone else seems to come before me, with my daughter and her husband.&nbsp; I feel like a commitment that she has to fulfill.&nbsp; I wish she had a bit more time for me, like she used to.&nbsp; I know that she's independent and successful, with a happy marriage, and that was how I raised her to be.&nbsp; I couldn't be more proud of her, and yet I still miss the old days terribly.<br><br>I have to agree with your comment "maybe I just came out of the factory broken".&nbsp; It's good to know that others might understand how I feel.&nbsp; ARe we just the oddballs of the world, or just independent?<br><br><br><br><br>

 

[zemio]

Some words of wisdom from one of the great New Zealand oddballs, Barry Crump.<br><br>Song of the Drifter<br><br>I’ve cut me load and that’s me song, it’s time I hit the track<br>I’ve been round here for far too long and now I’m headin’ back<br>I’m splittin’ from this worn out scene, I’m packin’ up me gear<br>I’m takin’ off for pastures green, I’m snatchin’ it from here.<br>I’ve heard the things they said to me, I’ve bogged meself in stuff<br>I’ve took responsibility and now I’ve had enough<br>So good luck, mate, I’m movin’ on, I’ll leave the place to you<br>And if they ask you where I’ve gone, just tell them I shot through.<br>And if we meet some other place, no stranger will you be<br>I’ll remember name and face, you’ve all been good to me<br>I’ll greet you like a brother, I’ll make you laugh somehow<br>And then one day I’ll drift away just like I’m doin’ now<br><br><br>This from a man who knew a great deal about company, loneliness and traveling on......