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Strangelove
Thanks for caring
posted by
mysteria
on April 11, 2006 at 10:30 PM
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SilverMoon7
Thanks Babes....Say it Beetlejuice style!
posted by
mysteria
on April 11, 2006 at 10:29 PM
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Blanche_DuBois
Life is kinda hectic right now, but then again when isn't it...? Music! Now that's a great idea...How about a little Rage Against The Machine to go along with your suggestions?
Good lookin' out bro...loving the heart in your intentions.
posted by
mysteria
on April 11, 2006 at 10:28 PM
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SL
posted by
magic_moon
on April 10, 2006 at 7:07 PM
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Mysteria,
Oh, the infinite wisdom of bureacracy, they think if you can function well enough to get to the appointment you must not need the help. Ruh? My prescription: headphones, CDs like Coldplay or Massive Attack (very soothing) to screen out traffic, dark glasses (very Greta Garbo), food and possibly light sedation. Bon voyage, sweetie.
posted by
Blanche.
on April 10, 2006 at 5:34 PM
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brettnik
thank you for the support...I much appreciate your thoughtfulness. It is too bad that valium works so well to calm me down.
posted by
mysteria
on April 10, 2006 at 5:30 PM
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iSiSeYeSs
Sigh...I ask why things have to be this way. I feel like I bring all this stress upon myself. I think I feel too much... very tiring
I've often wondered why I abhor the sunshine. I see I am not the only one. It is not that I don't want to go "out there", I just can't do it. My mind has learnt all to well of the pain out there.
My mind chemicals convince me that to tread further than the safety of my own home and mind is not worth the risk. I am bathed in a very convincing chemical cocktail. I suppose I am addicted...
posted by
mysteria
on April 10, 2006 at 5:28 PM
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katray
I wish he would make a house call. Whew! Life is rather a predicament at times. Thanks for the love man...
posted by
mysteria
on April 10, 2006 at 5:17 PM
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Good luck, mysteria...
posted by
SilverMoon7
on April 10, 2006 at 3:18 PM
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You know, when I'm down I get the same type of phobia, only
much less pronounced. sometimes I wish I could go out in a disguise and no one would recognize me and I wouldn't have to be social/interact. I have days like that. I feel for you.
posted by
brettnik
on April 10, 2006 at 1:33 PM
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Mysteria,
Oh the terror of leaving the house.
I know the tyranny of the word "relate". But for what it's worth, I can do so to some extent. I used to put it off for weeks. The notion of stepping out into traffic, people, cursed sunlight....abhorrent. Now I'm sort of torn most of the time. I often feel like a prisoner awaiting parole, but it is unknown "out there." The ubiquitous "they" say it gets better. I've received a clue to that, but no real evidence.
About that poem in your last post: Someone should slip that into one of his speech files. He would read the whole thing and probably not know the difference. And by the way, it is really excellent.
posted by
myrrhage_
on April 10, 2006 at 10:52 AM
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Mysteria
;) to the last line. Maybe somebody could go with you? Do the driving? Good Luck with all of it.
posted by
Katray2
on April 10, 2006 at 10:45 AM
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