swbluto wrote:Thanks to a tip from my neighbor, I now have 2 rather large windows and an exterior door for $80. That's pretty much the projected cost for a single new door from home depot!
He didn't shoot at you or anything?
I have two neighbors. One is an elderly gentlemen whom I have pretty friendly relations with, and the other is a bunch of illegal 20-somethings engaged in drug manufacture and distribution. After I called the cops on them after threatened me with pistol fire one night, they've calmed down quite a bt. I'm still pretty cautious at night. ("Don't walk the streets at night", they are keen to hone in on you being outside, and make efforts to get uncomfortably close and scare you. I'd guess they're often out making drugs in the woods, and they are trying to scare you away so you don't interfere. The paranoid side of me thinks "They're trying to kill me!", especially with that i'm-going-to-kill-you face that one meth addict passerby had.)
Mirroring this guy at https://www.quora.com/Do-you-feel-safe- ... e-you-live
, it'd be pretty safe if my neighbors weren't drug dealers. Not too many neighbors here.
Trying to score, lol. I don't think that's really what I'm trying to do... but... maybe something along those lines.
I wouldn't mind finding the love of my life. But, I'd feel a lot better about my prospects if I didn't get the impression such a thing is a 16 year old girl due to biological-fertility-age reasons. The whole idea of "soul mates" seems like it'd be nice if the ideal was true and for a long while, I thought so, but it's hard to deny the reality that I've noticed almost exclusively the young girls are the ones making me hot. Experience seems to be showing me that much in a way past experience hasn't. (Because my past adult environments were almost entirely comprised of 20+ year old females. I thought there was something wrong with me since I didn't have crushes anymore like I did in highschool, but nope, all the girls just got too old. I did actually have a crush on a particular adult with a juvenile mind, but she turned into a money-grubbing pseudo-prostitute so that turned me off.)
https://www.huffingtonpost.com/meimei-f ... 70841.html
10 Signs You’ve Found “The One”
- Lust abounds!
- Any sense of the oh-so-common discomfort is a pretty immediate way to tell you haven't found the one. Everything should just flow with no discernible disruption.
Your Hearts Say Yes
You Feel Like You’ve Won the Lottery
- You've come across the most beautiful/intelligent/sexy/whatever-qualifier even if they may or may not really be and they're yours. Lucky you!
And I still obviously miss dearly the HEB chick. Weep reading this, lol.
However, the journey here wasn’t straightforward, the jungle path not always clear. Kiran and I met in January 2008 on a beach in Costa Rica and discovered an instant, close friendship. I knew within minutes of speaking with him that he was The One. Yet still it took me three years to embrace my intuition fully. Three years for us to connect romantically.
Strange, I wonder if that's because the guy didn't put the romantic nonverbal moves on her? And why he didn't is another discussion... perhaps he doesn't know of them, perhaps the sudden-surge-of-lust opportunity never arose, maybe he's not a horndog, whoknows. Perhaps.... he was holding himself back. Now that's a pretty common malady among males that many seek drugs or alcohol as a solution.
Reading about those wine-imbibing bold-eyed guys in that one guy's poem, I get the impression it often needs alcohol whereas all that was needed in my case was a strong case of FOMO and fear of leaving the "what ifs" unanswered. And a sense of entitlement might've had something to do with it, and I was certainly aggressive in a way most aren't. Maybe a little bit more territorial than normal due to possessing territory and wealth and having had recent (temporary) successes defending the territory around my property.
You know, it's pretty funny reading this...
Because when I was much younger, I'd dream of my dream girl and I definitely imagined someone with an optimistic carefree personality,the kind of personality that seems associated with living a (successful, as in not civil war and food is plentiful) tribal island life. And sure enough, these love birds met on a beach... yes.. makes me wonder if it took a beach to bring out that carefree personality that attracted them. Because, most definitely, the HEB chick had that carefree personality that seems far more common in highschoolers than American adults. Seems like the monetary demands of American adult life (For the adults striving to meet the standard of living or surpassing it) has a repressive quality to it in terms of the subjugation often involved in achieving it.
Seems like this is a common enough phenomenon. Just happened today where I typed "Weep"
Grandiloquent pretense, lol. I actually did far more often back in the day to shore up my otherwise tattered self-esteem, supposedly. Though I believe I was trying to merely expand my vocabulary for the purposes of taking the GRE, and practice made perfect and I knew it would take many many months to achieve meaningful increases that would affect GRE scores.
And, right now (11:53 p.m.), it's 68F and I saw a mosquito flying onto my pant leg in the direct sunlight. Did not see them earlier today when it was 59F, so I've stopped working outside for now. These cold mornings are rare opportunities to work mosquito free outside and they luckily are becoming more common.
Saw this in the comments. So, I believe mental abuse would be far more injurious than actual physical violence because I would think a man should be able to keep a wife's hands off of him. I could be naive in this matter, but I would think if you're aggressive and threatening enough in retaliation/warnings, I don't think most women would bother touching you. Granted, I'd think that might indicate an unstable relationship if it gets to that point, which is bad news (or good news if it leads to the terminus of a bad thing)...
Anyway, that's what I kind of wondered about the HEB chick, if she was being abusive. Because, she did hint of that abusiveness earlier (which I found incredibly hot, compelled me to make a move), so I suppose it's not implausible her abusive streak didn't stop.
Anyway, I do like my dogs with a little bit of tenacity/attitude, so my natural preference for a bitch might be unsurprising. It's fun being challenged.
https://books.google.com/books?id=OpKSD ... es&f=false
Lots of good insight, I think, about why bitches are fun.
So this guy online is complaining about his abusive wife which he finally ended. I'm wondering if he didn't find that interesting enough? I tend to think the unchallenging girls are kind of boring and they don't really excite me (The "nice girl" who aren't bitches. The female equivalent to "the nice guy" who isn't a jerk.).
Anyway, as to my personal health.
When I was chatting with that girl, I was getting anxiety and insecurity. One time, I woke up with a panic attack which was unsettling. The second time I woke up the next morning, I woke up with a discombobulated feeling in my head like I wasn't quite there and a tight feeling in my chest. That freaked me out, because I knew immediately what was happening; impaired bloodflow in the heart reducing left ventricular output reducing cerebral bloodflow causing diminished concsiousness. Not good news. Luckily, it resolved within about 8 seconds. For those 8 seconds, I literally thought there was a serious risk those were going to be my last moments as I would've been rendered unconscious, freaky as hell.
Then I noticed something today while using the auger this morning. I was getting subgrade anxiety afterwards. And, penile circulation was unusually impaired. Oh, look... reduced bloodflow to the brain (anxiety), reduced bloodflow to the penis, implying diminished LV output. My guess is that the cortisol caused by working out caused vasoconstriction which was reducing coronary artery bloodflow, likely diminishing cardiac output. Could be likely due to arthersclerosis and/or microvascular causes (Shrunken coronary arteries). I then peaked, which caused the anxiety to disappear, likely because the oxytocin released counteracted the cortisol and relaxed the bloodvessels, restoring coronary artery bloodflow, restoring LV function and cerebral bloodflow, eliminating anxiety.
So, seems like I have some kind of coronary artery issues of some type. And... yeah... I'm trying to get regular sprint practice in because I'm under the impression it might help expand the arteries.
All the most recent sprints I've been doing seem to cause some kind of chest discomfort. It's not severe discomfort, but it's potentially concerning because it's vague but definitely noticeable. My mind is hoping it's just gastric reflux, since I can find symptoms suggesting that (like burping immediately after the sprints)
So those nocturnal panic attacks a year ago being possible harbingers of heart troubles to come... might've been right on the dot. It just seemed unlikely because they often had a surreal quality to them that didn't seem like "simple anxiety" or "straightforward heart issues"; often enough, had a weird story behind it that drove the events as they unfolded for the 30-60 minutes that they did.
And that soothsayer on WrongPlanet suggesting that certain kinds of people usually die at age 32.
What the heck...
I felt like I was reading my prognosis but I thought I was freaking out about nothing because he was clueless (Even though he certainly didn't act like he was, pretty convincing) or it really didn't apply to /meeee/. Anyway, that was like 5 years ago... back when I really wasn't having huge convincing issues. Anyway, I still don't really believe that guy's soothsaying applies to me, but the signs seem to be getting convincing.