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These times call for extra consideration of others' feelings and needs. I'm really sorry you were ignored and disrespected in this way, sweetheart. You are too precious to be mistreated. 
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7/25/2020 9:30 pm |
Yes we have to say we just joined this site and we are very disappointed. It's very difficult to even have half a decent conversation. You could have thought with covid more people would be using sites like this. We offer zoom to chat about any thing but never had any takers guess a lot of fake profiles on here 
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tgd
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"conversations" such as that are one of the reasons I don't have much contact with my family anymore. I know just what its like to deal with bullshit like that... "Hell is other people"
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You are a fantastic person...don't sweat the assholes, they aren't changing
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sub I don;t think I can add much except to say, books have been written on the importance of listening! I hope venting here has helped! It seems like you are taking the right steps t deal with it and I hope your day and mood have improved A warm hug.... A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing. George Bernard Shaw Jenny
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7/25/2020 11:40 pm |
Trying times make us either stronger or fall apart
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It is horrible when you don't feel listened to. You did say "in hindsight the person called me to have a different conversation". If the person in question called you then maybe they felt they were not being listened to? Maybe both of you have got your wires crossed? I don't know what took place, but just something to think about which might help sorting it out. Wishing you all the best and hope you sort this out and get back to where you need to be with said person. Curved Air: You, you're only what you think you might be, I am only what you think I am
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Sad to hear this. But I know you will keep your dignity and will rise above the transgressions. Tomorrow is another day. The Sun will still be there and when evening comes there still will be a moon. "One Big Sky Covers Us All Equally"
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<<< has shovel, will travel.
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I'm so sorry you experienced such a shitty display of the human connection, these days it seems it's Universal. I've bitten my tongue so many times in the last few months, its become numb. You deserve better. If you need someone to talk to, I'm here. Hugs to you my friend. Better days are coming.x0x0 "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Not Long Ago, in a country far, far way, lived beautiful Princess Nouveau.. Her import was of such magnitude that when she spoke, the villagers stopped and listened to her every word. Usually, they stopped and listened because they knew the words would be filled with joy, often erotic, always wise and worthy of attention, as it would somehow enhance their own lives. Even when the words lacked the customary joy, they listened as this truly was the noble cycle of life at work. The villagers reveled and bragged about the fine qualities of Princess Nouveau, for no other realm could match the magnificence of their Princess. Any attempt to describe the attributes of Miss Nouveau would always end in defeat. The authors would write on and on using every positive adjective at their disposal, and yet, they would never reach the moment where her exquisite charms would finally be exposed. "Beauty" perfectly describes the Princess. Yet, you realize that in communication each word is not understood in the same way by the writer and the reader. Just how "beautiful" is Miss Nouveau, one might ask? And so begins the wordsmiths dilemma. There is a photo of a half earth rising above the moon's horizon, taken on Christmas eve, 1968, by one of the first earthlings to touch the moon's surface. The picture is beautiful. It is more beautiful because you know it is taken on such a solemn, lovely occasion. And to those who remember the planetary awe of such an achievement by mankind, and were fortunate enough to participate in an ever so minimal way as simply being there to witness, it holds a special meaning of "beauty". There may even be a reader of these words who understands THAT beauty in a similar fashion to the author. But to the vast majority, the beauty I express, is still incomplete in their understanding. Perhaps If I compare to Marilyn Monroe, or a picture of the Ouray, mountains, or a meandering stream that culminates in a waterfall, the reader begins to understand "beauty". But the Princess encapsulates Beauty because of the invisible. And that invisible is most easily described as "love" and "kindness" and "friendship" and "generosity" and "availability". And each noun would be accompanied by thousands of adjectives, but the the concept of beauty begins to be understood, yet remains elusive, as each of the villagers has a different array of experiences that define their word "beauty". This Princess of which I speak exudes love. But the dilemma reappears. Now, love must be defined. and the plethora of adjectives will still be incomplete as each must be compared to something the reader understands. Most relate easily to a mother's love. They know it in a way that is almost perfection. Yet, as the mother's love nears perfection, it loses its value. For who wants love that is not earned, or deserved, other than those who never had it? To them, unearned love is the most precious of commodities while to those who were ravished with free love they find it a mere commodity, expected simply because they exist. The contradictions of love perhaps most elegantly describe the presence of miscommunication. The differing perspectives, especially at a given moment when perceptions are highly influenced by unique and threatening events, can pollute the most loving of beings and the most powerful of relationships. The full story of the Princess is far more exciting than the small chapter where her beloved friend took her presence in their life for granted. But like so many chapters in that story, it again has a moral to the tale worth remembering. While the villagers received far more from the Princess than they ever could fully repay, whenever the Princess was in any form of despair the villagers rallied to her aid. There was true affection for their Princess because she dispensed vast amounts of true affection to her parishioners, without any expectation for remuneration. She dispensed love for the shear joy of loving. Love is not a currency, it is a seed. You dispense it freely without concern that you may run empty. For the seed always germinates. The plant always flowers. And though months have passed and you might believe that love has not garnered a result, the night IS always darkest just before the dawn. The flowers bloom; The love returns in force far beyond the single seed. And the seeds of love are resown. If there be a sad tale in the story of Princess Nouveau, it is simply that the villagers likely will never gain the intense affection that they give to their Princess. But the true moral of the story: love freely, love generously and the seeds will flower to multitudinal generations of returned love.
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I had a very similar experience with a best friend this week.....i admit I just hung up the phone. Yes, it finally resolved itself but with understanding and patience. Life as we knew it is gone and we must all adjust to our "new" normal.....I have no doubt such a beautiful soul as yourself will gracefully move forward.
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Oh My Sexy Souls Sister ... For You A BIG AFFECTIONATE HUG ....
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Frustrating yes, and it may be best to just disengage for a while. Save you the stress. They may not be aware of their actions and clearly not the result, though that is NOT an excuse. Take some time to recenter and enjoy the outdoors. perhaps it is time to reconnect with the Universe. Sending  Ars longa, vita brevis - Art is long, life is short  
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I missed this at the time of posting. I do hope things have resolved amicably but in a way that your caller is very aware of the hurt caused and has expressed contrition.
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This has been probably the worst time Ican never remember about Communication Breakdowns. I was in a physician's office recently for a pre-op physical. I've been going to that practice for 30 years. On the way out I asked if I could have a mask and I was sort of reaching for it. The nurse screamed at me. Normally she is a sweetheart so I'll give her the benefit of the doubt of having a crappy day, week, Spring and Summer. Howling at the moon and mal ad osteo.
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True!
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