03-21-2019, 11:34 AM
never stop writing about the silly stuff: family; i really do believe in it. mine is close nit, loyal, funny quick to anger and easy to forgive. i left them 14 years ago but never really left. i see them every year sometimes for months at a time. we all still love each other. unlike many i have good family [ maybe not so good as people but great as family]. we also have an extended family which comprises of some close friends. these people are as important to us as our own bloodline is. when i had heart surgery in the philippines the hospital couldn't get enough of my blood [i needed 20 plus pints] a friend rang up all the local radio station and the u.s and uk embassies to ask them to donate blood for me. it worked they donated more than i needed. family means never being poor [well my family does] when i go home i pay for very little, when family come out here they pay very little. my operation cost me 14,000 pounds
sterling more than i expected. my ex gave me the money which i've since given back. she's my best friend.both her and the kids look after me when i go home. if they need something i look after them. beautiful women? i believe in beautiful people. my step daughter being one of the most beautiful people i ever met. there's not a cruel bone in her body and yes, you are probably mentally ill, i see the signs
i use to believe in beer and drugs and partying but unlike my family they turned on me, the beer became flat, the drugs became dangerous and the parties became too loud. i had a massive heart attack on mother's day and another on fathers day 
now it's wrapped in a Teflon net to stop it popping open. the one constant in my life was family, as a child it was a bad one. beatings, kids homes and lots of other bad stuff. all that shit made me work at it with my own. i did let them down a time or two but they and i were always loved. not like a piece of art, not like a poem or a piece music, not like anything we were all just loved. nothing more nothing less; everything else was gravy. i think talking about yourself and your mental illness could be helpful to others as well as being fun the rest. i take most stuff with a pinch of salt on line so you being a headbanger isn't going to throw me. i always thought people preferred the silly stuff. i do.
sterling more than i expected. my ex gave me the money which i've since given back. she's my best friend.both her and the kids look after me when i go home. if they need something i look after them. beautiful women? i believe in beautiful people. my step daughter being one of the most beautiful people i ever met. there's not a cruel bone in her body and yes, you are probably mentally ill, i see the signs
i use to believe in beer and drugs and partying but unlike my family they turned on me, the beer became flat, the drugs became dangerous and the parties became too loud. i had a massive heart attack on mother's day and another on fathers day now it's wrapped in a Teflon net to stop it popping open. the one constant in my life was family, as a child it was a bad one. beatings, kids homes and lots of other bad stuff. all that shit made me work at it with my own. i did let them down a time or two but they and i were always loved. not like a piece of art, not like a poem or a piece music, not like anything we were all just loved. nothing more nothing less; everything else was gravy. i think talking about yourself and your mental illness could be helpful to others as well as being fun the rest. i take most stuff with a pinch of salt on line so you being a headbanger isn't going to throw me. i always thought people preferred the silly stuff. i do. (03-21-2019, 07:26 AM)rowens Wrote: I believe in family. And I believe in beautiful women. My family have told me not to write about them. Beautiful women, well, they don't talk to me, but other people tell me that it's not a good idea to write about women. . . . I've also been told not to write about mental illness. And I said, Wait a minute, aint I supposed to be mentally ill myself? . . . But apparently I have to consider other mentally ill people's feelings. . . . So I apologize in advance, apparently I'm only allowed to write about myself. No, scratch that, a man told me Saturday that he was offended by me writing about myself.
And no, I don't believe in family. But I don't really have a choice in the matter.
Somebody told me today that I should stop writing the silly stuff I write about and write about something serious that people can agree on, like the environment.