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A healthy dose of EGO

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What are 3 traits I love about yourself? describe them in detail.

That’s like the biggest ego massage of a question, what happens if you don’t love yourself, have no redeeming qualities and generally suck? … self-esteem issues, me? No. Of course not.

Kindness
I will find all ways of pleasing someone in as much capacity as possible. Whether it’s giving something back to the homeless or picking up sweets randomly for the kids. Apparently, I do this to a fault. People become accustomed to this treatment and I end up not enjoying it any more which sucks. But before that, it makes me insanely happy to see someone else being happy because of my small gesture. Skin-tingly nice feelings.

Loyalty
From keeping a secret about a boy you like or that suspicious new flower bed in the garden. You can count on me to keep you loyal. I don’t think I have ever jumped ship on anyone and pretty much all my friends will have me fighting in their corners Hell I spent three years of uni looking after my drunken breather and got them home safe each night. Do you want to take on an army? O’ll be stood side by side with you facing impossible odds. Whatever it takes.

Is It bad that I can only think of two traits? The rest in my mind are terrible when I think about them. Negative traits I could talk about in another post.

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Short Story: About similarites

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Christ…

The world is a big and diverse place, but there are also many similarities between people. We all have the same basic needs, such as food, water, and shelter. We all experience emotions, such as love, joy, and sadness. And we all have the capacity for compassion, empathy, and love.

Sometimes, it can be easy to focus on our differences. We might be different in terms of our culture, our religion, or our language. But it’s important to remember that our similarities are just as important.

Short Story: About differences

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OMG these are getting harder and harder.

The world is a big and diverse place, and there are people from all walks of life. We come from different cultures, speak different languages, and have different beliefs. But even though we are different, we all have one thing in common: we are all human beings.

We all have our own unique experiences and perspectives, and these differences can make us interesting and even fascinating. But sometimes, our differences can also lead to conflict. When we don’t understand each other, it can be easy to judge and misunderstand.

But it’s important to remember that our differences are what make us special. They are what make the world a more interesting place. So instead of judging each other, we should try to learn from each other. We should try to understand each other’s perspectives, and we should celebrate our differences.

Short Story: About Pain

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The pain was like a knife twisting in my gut. It was sharp and sudden, and it made me double over. I gasped for breath, and my eyes filled with tears.

I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I had never felt pain like this before. It was like something was tearing me apart from the inside out.

I tried to stand up, but the pain was too much. I fell to the ground, writhing in agony. I could feel the tears streaming down my face, and I could hear my own screams echoing in my ears.

I didn’t know how long I lay there, but it felt like an eternity. The pain eventually subsided, but it left me feeling weak and shaken. I didn’t know what had happened to me, but I knew that I would never forget the pain.

The pain was a physical manifestation of the emotional pain I was feeling. I had been through a lot in my life, and I was carrying a lot of baggage. The pain was a way for my body to release all of that pent-up emotion.

The pain was also a reminder that I was still alive. It was a reminder that I was capable of feeling things, even the bad things.

The pain was a gift. It was a gift that taught me how to appreciate the good times, and how to deal with the bad times.

Short Story: About nature

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The hunter stood in the clearing, his rifle in hand. He had been waiting for hours, but he was patient. He knew that the deer would eventually come.

The sun was setting, and the air was cool and crisp. The hunter could hear the sounds of the forest all around him. The birds were singing, and the leaves were rustling in the wind.

Suddenly, the hunter saw a deer emerge from the trees. It was a beautiful animal, with a sleek coat of brown fur and a pair of large antlers.

The hunter took aim and fired. The deer fell to the ground with a thud. The hunter walked over to the deer and checked to make sure it was dead.

As he stood there, he thought about the beauty of the natural world. He was grateful for the opportunity to experience it, and he knew that he would never forget this moment.

Crappy poem #3

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The sun is shining, the birds are singing,
We’re fishing on the lake with our friends.
There’s no stress, no worries, no cares,
Just the sound of the water and the wind in our hair.

We’re laughing and talking, enjoying the day,
Not a care in the world, just living in the moment.
The fish are biting, the sun is warm,
This is the life, I’m not going to complain.

But then the clouds start to gather,
The wind starts to pick up, And the sky turns dark.

“Don’t worry,” I say to my friends,
“We can make these clouds go away.”

And so we sing and we dance,
And we laugh and we shout,
And the clouds start to disappear.

The sun comes out again,
And the birds start to sing,
And we’re back to enjoying our day.

This is what friendship is all about,
Making the bad times good,
And the good times even better.

So thank you, my friends,
For making this day so special.
I’ll never forget it.

Black dog is chasing me down

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It’s hard. You know it’s hard but I’m not trying to undermine your thoughts. It should be simple and in the minds of most people who have never had an addiction, it is a simple thing. I’m craving vast amounts of alcohol again. I find myself on different websites adding things to the basket but never actually going through with it. Just one last drink I tell myself, pure and utter lies, if I let myself have one then I will want three after that. I guess I just needed a moan. I stopped myself so I do have control over it. Smoking for over 30 years and somehow have switched 100% over to vaping. The addiction doesn’t come close to how hard it was to do that.

I know it’s not a great switch from cig to pipe but it was and is the start of starting a new chapter, Where I am well enough to take the kids out, that the panic attacks will down. Wel. I keep telling myself that, eventually, there will be a day with no reliance on anything. I’ll make a list and do a poll on there to see which direction to which to try first,

A very young me, my Uncle Henk, Oma, and Oma (dutch grandparents) before a fishing session in the lape and canal behind Henks; house. This photo brings back memories especially now that they are both long dead. We would have genuine calls saying hello, hope you are well, and things, It was always brief as Oma doesn’t know any English.

Anyways be awesome to each other.