Red Mosquito

tragabigzanda wrote:What’s your first clear memory? Not something that’s been reinforced by photos or stories told by your family, but the first memory you have independent of any supporting material?

Peeps wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:What’s your first clear memory? Not something that’s been reinforced by photos or stories told by your family, but the first memory you have independent of any supporting material?

i have two and they are too close in time for me to know which was first

was maybe 3 or 4 and i remember running across the street to ron laplants house

or

making cupcakes with my moms father

wease wrote:

Peeps wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:What’s your first clear memory? Not something that’s been reinforced by photos or stories told by your family, but the first memory you have independent of any supporting material?

i have two and they are too close in time for me to know which was first

was maybe 3 or 4 and i remember running across the street to ron laplants house

or

making cupcakes with my moms father

How is Ron these days?

epilogue wrote:

wease wrote:

Peeps wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:What’s your first clear memory? Not something that’s been reinforced by photos or stories told by your family, but the first memory you have independent of any supporting material?

i have two and they are too close in time for me to know which was first

was maybe 3 or 4 and i remember running across the street to ron laplants house

or

making cupcakes with my moms father

How is Ron these days?

That guy died, wease

Peeps wrote:

epilogue wrote:

wease wrote:

Peeps wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:What’s your first clear memory? Not something that’s been reinforced by photos or stories told by your family, but the first memory you have independent of any supporting material?

i have two and they are too close in time for me to know which was first

was maybe 3 or 4 and i remember running across the street to ron laplants house

or

making cupcakes with my moms father

How is Ron these days?

That guy died, wease

oddly enough about 3 weeks ago he reached out to me via FB. he is doing well

epilogue wrote:

Peeps wrote:

epilogue wrote:

wease wrote:

Peeps wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:What’s your first clear memory? Not something that’s been reinforced by photos or stories told by your family, but the first memory you have independent of any supporting material?

i have two and they are too close in time for me to know which was first

was maybe 3 or 4 and i remember running across the street to ron laplants house

or

making cupcakes with my moms father

How is Ron these days?

That guy died, wease

oddly enough about 3 weeks ago he reached out to me via FB. he is doing well

Ron is Jesus

Peeps wrote:

epilogue wrote:

wease wrote:

Peeps wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:What’s your first clear memory? Not something that’s been reinforced by photos or stories told by your family, but the first memory you have independent of any supporting material?

i have two and they are too close in time for me to know which was first

was maybe 3 or 4 and i remember running across the street to ron laplants house

or

making cupcakes with my moms father

How is Ron these days?

That guy died, wease

oddly enough about 3 weeks ago he reached out to me via FB. he is doing well

epilogue wrote:

Peeps wrote:

epilogue wrote:

wease wrote:

Peeps wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:What’s your first clear memory? Not something that’s been reinforced by photos or stories told by your family, but the first memory you have independent of any supporting material?

i have two and they are too close in time for me to know which was first

was maybe 3 or 4 and i remember running across the street to ron laplants house

or

making cupcakes with my moms father

How is Ron these days?

That guy died, wease

oddly enough about 3 weeks ago he reached out to me via FB. he is doing well

Ron is Jesus

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:

tree_ wrote:I have kind of an avoidant personality and I'm a procrastinator. Do you guys have a way of convincing yourself to do things you don't want to do? Do you psyche yourself up? Force your mind to frame things in a different way to make them more motivating?

If there’s something I don’t want to do, I’d rather have it behind me than in front of me, limiting my psyche and capacity for joy

dad wrote:What's one self-care thing you do at least daily?

Mine would be making coffee.

Jorge wrote:Help me figure something out

- I bought a concert ticket for a friend, with the understanding that we would go to the show together and she would pay it back.
- A few days before the show, we went out to a nice dinner together. My half of the bill was more or less the cost of the ticket, so she called it settled.
- The concert was canceled due to weather. I was able to attend the make-up date the following day, but my friend couldn't due to work. I received a refund for her unused ticket.

Should I send her the refunded money of her ticket? Or are we good?

epilogue wrote:

Jorge wrote:Help me figure something out

- I bought a concert ticket for a friend, with the understanding that we would go to the show together and she would pay it back.
- A few days before the show, we went out to a nice dinner together. My half of the bill was more or less the cost of the ticket, so she called it settled.
- The concert was canceled due to weather. I was able to attend the make-up date the following day, but my friend couldn't due to work. I received a refund for her unused ticket.

Should I send her the refunded money of her ticket? Or are we good?

Wait, so she covered your half of the dinner bill, which was about the cost of the ticket? So you didn't pay that?

Jorge wrote:

epilogue wrote:

Jorge wrote:Help me figure something out

- I bought a concert ticket for a friend, with the understanding that we would go to the show together and she would pay it back.
- A few days before the show, we went out to a nice dinner together. My half of the bill was more or less the cost of the ticket, so she called it settled.
- The concert was canceled due to weather. I was able to attend the make-up date the following day, but my friend couldn't due to work. I received a refund for her unused ticket.

Should I send her the refunded money of her ticket? Or are we good?

Wait, so she covered your half of the dinner bill, which was about the cost of the ticket? So you didn't pay that?

Exactly, sorry, should've been more clear. She said "let me just pay for dinner, since your half costs about the same as the ticket"