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[chalice]

[megabyteme]

[...]you're practically a hermit, living as you are in a place where you can't even articulate your desire to unblock your colon to a store clerk.

Poetry.

[megabyteme]

[...]you're practically a hermit, living as you are in a place where you can't even articulate your desire to unblock your colon to a store clerk.

Poetry.

[mjmacky]

What I get from the last three sentences is that you're practically a hermit, living as you are in a place where you can't even articulate your desire to unblock your colon to a store clerk.
Less mindful of habits and more hamstrung by circumstance.

It seems like you're more fixed than you were previously when you were with the Serbian female.
Dating fuck-ups are an anecdotary bedrock of functioning society participants.

===

I almost replied to the first part with a soliloquy about how I always did the hunting down thing after a relationship ended. Every time.
I didn't though and here's another of those annoying stage scenes:

mary: This is what I do when a relationship ends [tells story].
manker: fuck that, here's what I do when a relationship ends [tells story].
mary <thinks>: Who gives a fuck what you do, this was supposed to be about me right now, not you a hundred years ago.
manker <thinks>: hmmz, she's silent, must want me to expound.
manker: There was this one girl ... .
mary <thinks>: I'm going to stab this guy in the fucking face at next summer's FST get-together.

I wouldn't even want to articulate that situation when in need to someone in English.

I'm no stranger to the hermit lifestyle, but I'm living differently over here. I spend most of nonworking hours out and about.

To your point, it's the story genre altogether that doesn't interest me, even my own. Let's make a suicide pact, where if either of us discusses our post-relationship exploits, Meg must commit suicide.

Also, I'm not equating the delay of my healing celibacy with a dating fuck-up. The relationship was enriching, and I have no regrets. The desire for a self-centered lifestyle was just too strong to sustain it. Mostly, I didn't want to compromise being able to make seat-of-the-pants decisions during and after a transoceanic relocation by feeling responsible for another human being. I'm saying she was a good woman with an unappealing addiction to certainty.

On the last note, I'm still going to stab you, but that's only because stabbing is wholesome fun.

[mjmacky]

What I get from the last three sentences is that you're practically a hermit, living as you are in a place where you can't even articulate your desire to unblock your colon to a store clerk.
Less mindful of habits and more hamstrung by circumstance.

It seems like you're more fixed than you were previously when you were with the Serbian female.
Dating fuck-ups are an anecdotary bedrock of functioning society participants.

===

I almost replied to the first part with a soliloquy about how I always did the hunting down thing after a relationship ended. Every time.
I didn't though and here's another of those annoying stage scenes:

mary: This is what I do when a relationship ends [tells story].
manker: fuck that, here's what I do when a relationship ends [tells story].
mary <thinks>: Who gives a fuck what you do, this was supposed to be about me right now, not you a hundred years ago.
manker <thinks>: hmmz, she's silent, must want me to expound.
manker: There was this one girl ... .
mary <thinks>: I'm going to stab this guy in the fucking face at next summer's FST get-together.

I wouldn't even want to articulate that situation when in need to someone in English.

I'm no stranger to the hermit lifestyle, but I'm living differently over here. I spend most of nonworking hours out and about.

To your point, it's the story genre altogether that doesn't interest me, even my own. Let's make a suicide pact, where if either of us discusses our post-relationship exploits, Meg must commit suicide.

Also, I'm not equating the delay of my healing celibacy with a dating fuck-up. The relationship was enriching, and I have no regrets. The desire for a self-centered lifestyle was just too strong to sustain it. Mostly, I didn't want to compromise being able to make seat-of-the-pants decisions during and after a transoceanic relocation by feeling responsible for another human being. I'm saying she was a good woman with an unappealing addiction to certainty.

On the last note, I'm still going to stab you, but that's only because stabbing is wholesome fun.

[mjmacky]

Also, manker, could you do me a huge favor? For a few days, could you stick to being either completely right or completely wrong? The muddled region you keep playing in is exhausting.

[mjmacky]

Also, manker, could you do me a huge favor? For a few days, could you stick to being either completely right or completely wrong? The muddled region you keep playing in is exhausting.

[manker]

Also, manker, could you do me a huge favor? For a few days, could you stick to being either completely right or completely wrong? The muddled region you keep playing in is exhausting.

Look, mate. It's who I am, it's what I do; I delve into the grey, push the envelope, I possess both bun and penny, and I frequently have cake whilst sated.
It's the kind of thing that stems from years of being in the self-same daredevil profession.

You can ask anyone ... well, except Shay. That wouldn't be an ideal idea.
I'm pretty sure she thinks I work for Heinz

[manker]

Also, manker, could you do me a huge favor? For a few days, could you stick to being either completely right or completely wrong? The muddled region you keep playing in is exhausting.

Look, mate. It's who I am, it's what I do; I delve into the grey, push the envelope, I possess both bun and penny, and I frequently have cake whilst sated.
It's the kind of thing that stems from years of being in the self-same daredevil profession.

You can ask anyone ... well, except Shay. That wouldn't be an ideal idea.
I'm pretty sure she thinks I work for Heinz

[manker]

What I get from the last three sentences is that you're practically a hermit, living as you are in a place where you can't even articulate your desire to unblock your colon to a store clerk.
Less mindful of habits and more hamstrung by circumstance.

It seems like you're more fixed than you were previously when you were with the Serbian female.
Dating fuck-ups are an anecdotary bedrock of functioning society participants.

===

I almost replied to the first part with a soliloquy about how I always did the hunting down thing after a relationship ended. Every time.
I didn't though and here's another of those annoying stage scenes:

mary: This is what I do when a relationship ends [tells story].
manker: fuck that, here's what I do when a relationship ends [tells story].
mary <thinks>: Who gives a fuck what you do, this was supposed to be about me right now, not you a hundred years ago.
manker <thinks>: hmmz, she's silent, must want me to expound.
manker: There was this one girl ... .
mary <thinks>: I'm going to stab this guy in the fucking face at next summer's FST get-together.

That's not an annoying stage scene, it's a minute, n'est ce pas.

How the fuck would I know, I'm not a poet nor a homosexual.
Tautology above.