And I identify with that. In Chinese culture, white is associated with death and white flowers with funerals. Well, one day . . . .
That moment when you spend half your Sunday having a surprisingly civil debate about Iceland's football team on Facebook. Bonus: I am English, the other guy was Polish, and the debate started with him insulting my favourite player.
I used to go "shopping" for flowers for my love interest at a cemetery. The price was always reasonable, and the person never complained about me taking them, but then I was informed there are funeral-flowers and love-flowers and a few of my love interests apparently knew the difference. Good thing there is no difference in engagement rings though. You can go shopping at a cemetery for them as well, but it does take a fair amount of shoveling. (Its tongue-in-cheek humor people)
TMW you are rummaging around in the basement, moving boxes of toys and other kid-related items, and visions of days gone by rise up, and you realize how much you miss those days, and how cold and inert those toys are without the motivating spirit of the kids. Don't let the days slip by, young 'uns out there -- tomorrow comes and leaves before you know it.
That moment when it's still your circus, but only in the sense that you're one of the monkeys that live there.
we think of you more with a sort of elder silverback type vibe... though possibly with more crayonphagey going on
Man, I've told you, I've got a horrible bald spot right in the middle of my back! I'm really sensitive about that, man. Gotta get me some Rogaine and a sponge on a stick to reach....
Iain and Mingo are both ex USMC... as we all know those from the corps find the crayons in the ration packs to be the tastiest element. In the army we actually use them to colour in the books, in the airforce they colour inside the lines... you don't want to know what the Navy do with them
TMW I realize that I distrust people who describe their lives as a series of unsettling events to then realize they don't exactly feel that way . . .
I'll take #6 - TMW you realize you have friends who instead of being concerned about you being upset, are more interested in the contents of why you are upset to use it to distribute guilt and gossip. crossing them off my list of friends, and feeling relieved.
TMW not only do you apparently owe a karmic debt, but it would also seem to be a balloon payment about which you forgot.
TMW you decide to take a shortcut through the woods, followed by the moment your phone reception dies and you get completely lost, inwardly cursing anything that's holy, followed by the moment where you finally take a correct turn out of pure luck and you see this: ... and god showed the way to this idiot.