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Originally Posted by bpcyclist
Uh oh, I fear I have managed to somehow miscommunicate in a very major, major way. So very sorry, BirdDancer. I was certainly not suggesting in any way that you whine, have ever whined, or anything of the kind. My experience of you could not be more polar than that. When I got to the end of my post, I , in my mind, did not ever remember it was a response to you, as embarrassing as that may be for me. I was attempting to make a tiny bit of humor, actually, which was quite clearly rather poorly considered and yet more poorly executed. One of the things about living in perhaps the second most liberal city in America, is that everyone asssumes you are an Antifa member and run around rioting and choosing anarchy, or something, because you live in Portland. We PDX residents hear this almost every day now, not infrequently, from our president. I admit that I get tired of hearing that over and over, as it does not represent my personal world construct at all. I am very liberal in a number of social, domestic arenas, and quite conservative, extremely consrvative, actually, on foreign policy matters, for example. There is no party for folks like me. It does not exist. Obviously, none of this has the slightest bit to do with any aspect of you, and I made no effort to make that plain, which was weak and lousy writing on my part Not good. Sorry. For the record, you are an absolute treasure to me. Beyond a treasure. You help me every single day and have nothing but gratitude and admiration for you and what you do.
There is really not a lot more to be said on that particular topic. So very sorry. i need to be more attentive and self-aware. It is a struggle, clearly, sometimes. Please forgive me.
Yeah, the Neurontin, I was on it for years. Oddly enough, I am doing much better after having stopped it. Way better than I was. I don't understand neuropathy or how it acts at all. It is just a great big mystery to me. I will also add that I do not believe it helped my mood stability or anxiety, either. As far as I could tell, it did nothing fo rme, which is why I never tried the Lyrica.
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Hi bpcyclist. I'm sorry I didn't get your joke. My thinking is not so clear today. Thinking issues/disorders are not that uncommon for me, in my bipolar disorder, nor is hypomanic/manic irritability. Or, maybe I wouldn't have gotten the joke in the best of times. Brain and cultural differences abound. I'm sure many here would find some central NJ humor a bit odd/off/offensive, on occasion. Even within my sphere, jokes aren't always apparent or interpreted as funny. I very much appreciate you, too, as you have clearly noticed. Trying to joke through forum exchanges is far more difficult than joking face-to-face. Even then, there are still misinterpretations. However, I love jokes and humor, in general. Frankly, I have tried to be funny here, many times, without desired reaction. No fault of others, just the barrier of the web. The barrier between brain and brain, sometimes clouded even more by mental chaos and pain.
My husband and I will get up extra early tomorrow morning to go to the beach. It will be our first time at the shore this year. Last year we went only once. They are only allowing 60% usual capacity, which is good. Did you ever visit Island Beach State Park when you were in my general neck of the woods? It's a lovely place. There is one road that goes down its length. On one side is a long beautiful beach on the Atlantic Ocean. The other side is the Barnegat Bay. Lots of wonderful native wildlife and plant life As you drive down the road, there is a sign that reads "Feeding Fox Forbidden". If you even dare, you are charged a fine. When I was a very little girl, we would sail in the bay to the edge of that park. There it was a bit shallow and a great place to go clamming, though I wasn't tall enough to clam back then. I floated on the top, in my life preserver, hoping the blue claw crabs stayed away. One time, we decided to swim to the shore and walk down one of the designated paths to cross to the ocean side. It was a lovely memory! I love to be on a sailboat. The sailboat was my paternal grandfather's dream, He named it "The Fantasy". He was a most wonderful man! He's the one whose guitar I now own.
I remember once you asked in the Question thread if anyone has ever sailed a boat. Well, definitely not fully myself, but I do have one photo, no more than 4 years old, where I was alone at the helm, with the wind blowing past my smiling face. and still in possession of the idealism of youth. All those experiences stuck with me. I remember that even my favorite song, put out just a few years later, was "Sailing" by Christopher Cross, which goes as follows:
Well, it's not far down to paradise, at least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away and find tranquility
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see.
Believe me.
It's not far to never-never land, no reason to pretend
And if the wind is right you can find the joy of innocence again
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see.
Believe me.
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free
Fantasy, it gets the best of me
When I'm sailing
All caught up in the reverie, every word is a symphony
Won't you believe me?
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free
Well it's not far back to sanity, at least it's not for me
And if the wind is right you can sail away and find serenity
Oh, the canvas can do miracles, just you wait and see.
Believe me.
Sailing takes me away to where I've always heard it could be
Just a dream and the wind to carry me
And soon I will be free
You know, I used to feel like riding a bike was similar to sailing. Gliding on a surface with the wind blowing past my hair. Heading to some destination that was occasionally known (usually a candy shop or playground), and other times a mystery. I used to daydream a lot while I rode. I lived in a beautiful and peaceful place in my head during those rides. Unlike kids today, I rode all around the town by myself, as young as 7 years old. I wasn't afraid of anything. The world wasn't scary. I felt truly free. Music played. Sometimes I'd swerve my bike as if in a type of dance. I could even do wheelies! I could ride with no hands on the handle bars, sometimes waving them up into the air like a conductor, or extending my dance, or even reaching towards heaven.