Random Thoughts... I wanna hear 'em!

I am thinking about steppingstones and their purpose. They help bring us to the other sides of life.

saw an incredibly attractive girl walking through the village, she seemed really at peace,walking at a different pace to everyone else and like she was in a world of her own. its nice when you see someone like that, someone so unaffected by the hustle and bustle of things going on yet still aware of whats happening. she looked happy.

I often wonder, would someone who seems so stress free get along with someone like myself who always is a bag of nerves?

It's the quiet ones that you have to watch out for!

neptune wrote:saw an incredibly attractive girl walking through the village, she seemed really at peace,walking at a different pace to everyone else and like she was in a world of her own. its nice when you see someone like that, someone so unaffected by the hustle and bustle of things going on yet still aware of whats happening. she looked happy.

I often wonder, would someone who seems so stress free get along with someone like myself who always is a bag of nerves?

As the wife of (bipolar/borderline personality disorder/ocd) man I can say yes that happens. There is a cosmic scale where balance is happening-somehow. Unfortunately the happy go lucky girl is also PTSD and other. I am skipping to my own beat- I break for butterflies and stop for cloud crossings and take photos all day of smiles and happy face. Those who know me know I suffer and my smiles come hard-and every smile they see is a blessing. Living with a mentally ill person is not an easy task for a happy person striving to feel loved and protected. He is mean, unable to express the good stuff and always focused on trigger tv. I mean how can a girl stay happy while watching 10 thousand motor cycle crashes and planes explode and people die and ..none of it is happy. It is like tragedy tvland. As a person easily triggered by violence and rape scenes I have no choice in the matters of what appears on the screen. It makes it hard to feel safe, secure, loved or anything to smile about.
Ya skippy happy go lucky girls fall for messed up guys every single day. But when your blinders come off and you see she is probably just as unhappy as she is happy.

Balance happens somehow. I found my first love and father of my son 18 years later and married his crazy ass even though I left him while pregnant because of his suicide attempts while I was preg- 4 times was my limit. I could not bare any more stress or alcohol. I NEVER STOPPED LOVING HIM. and as much as he hurts me-and he does-I will always love him.
we are all messed up-no one is perfect
be open to it ; )

-- Mon Dec 16, 2013 11:20 am --

Worker 11811 wrote:It's the quiet ones that you have to watch out for!

I think the quiet ones take more time observing before saying something totally out of line or stupid, random and off topic.
*wishes I was the quiet type. When I GET QUIET then yes you better watch out..ooo you may be ri ght

I just found out today that there are bumper stickers for your condition. The question is: do you brake for butterflies because you like watching them or because you don't like killing them?

I wanted to make that bumper sticker! I love butterflies and nature-just get lost in the AWE of nature and wouldn't wanna hurt butterflies. Seriously been to driving school so no worries lol

I'm still stepping across those stepping stones I mentioned earlier, but while at it, if I am not too scared to look up and around, I do. Its been nice seeing a butterfly or two spreading their wings in flight while I cross to the other side of life. Butterflies are so peaceful and full of grace and beautiful. I have never seen an angry one. Have you? Though they are all of the above. A swarm of them gracefully crossing my path may cause me to lose my balance.. How can something so beautiful and so graceful cause me to lose my balance, I wonder?

Remaining focus is the key to getting to the other side of my midnights.

Angry no and PRANk butterfly yes. I know of 2! One is on my arse and the other one someone elses!
Funny thing wishes people make. "Oh mom when I turn 18 I want a butterfly on my butt." Now seeing how I have more ink than half the prison population how could I say no? Well I could have my way and she could have her way-but twisted like I am and my humor is.
I did not let her see the stencil for the butterfly that was applied to our cheeks.
I laugh to this day about our cheeky humor
FLYING STICKS OF BUTTER with butterfly wings
just so funny and cute lmao

Bginagin wrote:I have never seen an angry one. Have you?

I've seen caterpillars rear up at me defensively, but I don't know if that's anger or fear or something in between or none of the above. It's hard to get the caterpillar's perspective.

Interestingly enough, when a caterpillar makes its cocoon to turn into a butterfly, it literally dissolves its own body then rebuilds it from scratch.

If you were to cut open a cocoon, part way through the metamorphosis, you would probably find nothing but a ball of gelatinous goo.

Self annihilation and rebirth.

A strange irony. I think there might be a life lesson for me, there.
Transcendentalism at its finest.

What do you think?