Couch 113 - Sofa, So Good

I think I would boycott any and all future field trips!!

Or a movie of the week. Or some random detective show guaranteed to scare the pee outa those poor kids.

Hmmm...the one you were meant to be with. The one that, even though you have problems and make mistakes, still loves you regardless. The one who will take care of you when you are sick, and hold you when you cry. The one that makes everything okay even when you know it is not. Things like that, give or take a few.

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I'm on my way!

Actually I have a bottle too.... but I haven't put it in the fridge yet like a dummy. I shall go do that right now so it will be perfect when I get home from work tomorrow!

Just took a shower, and was going to brush my teeth. Now I'm just sitting on the floor of the bathroom in front of the sink. I'm not depressed, but I'm so not right either. Don't know what's wrong with me...
I asked about love because I'm starting to think love is a figment of one's imagination. Wither that, or that I will never find that love. Not like any man would ever take me as a wife. I'm too messed up. And stupid. And selfish. And I can't love. So here I am. Lonely. And alone (There's a difference). And hating my future. Or lack thereof.

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Anyone wanna get drunk with me? I don't wanna feel. Oh, that's right. I don't drink. Or do drugs. Guess it's sleep for me. Or, again, lack thereof. Starting to see a pattern here. It's not staying asleep, but falling asleep. It's complicated. Like everything else. Sorry, couch. I seem to post on here a lot. I know there's no limit, but you must all get tired of it.

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Wine relocated to fridge. Yes!

So I had a dream about t last night - in the dream she and I are in a building waiting for the 'down' elevator. She's gonna pee her pants, another call to go deeper from my psyche and the dream-time...

The one you are willing to do that for, too, after you get to know them. Its about finding somebody who doesnt bore you to death or make you want to gouge your own eyes out after fifteen minutes is the first hurdle, then fifteen weeks.

Then I would say that I do not believe in the idea of "the one." First, if there was a "one," the probability of meeting him or her in a world with five or six billion people is micro-nano-infinitesimal. Second, I think people get too hung up on the idea of "the one." (See: McBeal, Ally.). Third, the whole idea of "the one" goes back to an ancient Greek philosophical joke.

But if you're asking can partners truly love each other and do the things you say for each other, then yes, there is true love.

Eta: saw your next post after I wrote. Think of all the people you know with serious flaws who have partners. Yes, there are people out there who can love you and whom you can love. You just have to look for them. (Says the almost-twice-divorced woman!)

Wish I knew what to say to help, DF.
I don't get tired of you. Not at all. Post as much as you need to!

Good enough for me.

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Just being here is enough. Honestly, this is the only place I feel safe enough to say these things outside of therapy. You guys help a lot.

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I know of one, really. My parents. And they aren't doing so well. Other than that, the only married people I know are teachers. Not so good.

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Hey, the more you post, the closer we get to the next Couch, the closer we get to another punny Couch name!

So true! Thanks.

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Wonder what the next Couch name will be...

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I have made it through another hour and a half of mind-numbing nothingness. Another 9 and half hours til I can go to bed.

I loved Ally McBeal. Was my favorite show for awhile when it first came out. I also used to love Herman's Head. Anybody else remember that one?

I may go the library and return my "lost books"

I think the next couch should be called The Sofa King Amazing Couch.

This reminds me of a Shel Silverstein poem:

*clears throat, strikes proper pose for reciting poetry*

What do I do? What do I do?
My library book is 42 years overdue.
I'll admit that it's mine,
But I can't pay the fine.
What do I do? What do I do?

Love it! Yes, what shall I do, indeed?

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Ooh! Poetry recital! Here's one of my favorites from Robert Frost:

Never ask of money spent
where the spender thinks it went.
Nobody was ever meant
to remember or invent
what he did with every cent.

I need help looking for symbolic meanings. I was looking at the picture I drew about my brother and there are helices everywhere in it. I tried googling "helix symbolism" but all that came up was that Heroes stuff.

Sigh. Love the poetry recitals!

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