Apparently I attract the wrong ones.

Perhaps you are possibly right! I better go sit down and have a refreshment. I'm thinking I miss the taste of a Bacardi Breezer right about now...I've had them before.

Ah, someone who kinda gets what I'm saying. Nice to know I'm not completely nuts!

At least you could go buy a 75' sport-fisher motor yacht that you never had.

Pretty sure you can't buy love, or so they say...

It's natural to miss things you've had that you no longer have...loved ones that have passed, nostalgic places or things that you remember, etc. But how do you miss what you haven't had, what you've never actually experienced?

Craving doesn't really work either. I crave filet mignon because I know how fantastic it is! If I want it, I can have it.

I think I miss the idea of being in love, of what I believe it would feel like although I can't actually know since I've never experienced it first hand. Just seems like one of those vicious cycle things...can't miss what I haven't had but yet not having had it makes me feel like I miss it! Holy crap...I just made myself dizzy!

Well since I'm not thrilled about the idea of killing anyone Derekkye, I suppose it won't hurt to clarify.

Soufie nailed it. I always knew she was one smart cookie!

Love, or more accurately being IN LOVE with a man in the romantic sense. I've loved family and friends but that's different. I've loved a man but not had the feelings returned. I've felt loved by a man but I didn't share the same feelings for him. I've never loved a man that I felt loved by. I often feel like I've missed out on something special. I feel a sense of sadness when I think about what it might be like...

Having said that, I'm not apt to think it's something I want and I definitely can't place it in the need column. I truly believe I'm the lone wolf type, not meant to experience it. That leaves me 'missing', for lack of a better word, what I haven't had and that just seems so incredulous to me.

Clear as mud, right?! Now you know and I saved a life. Sweet!

And this is exactly why I am perplexed about this!

This makes the most sense to me...that I miss the idea of what I think it would have been like to have had what I didn't. And it doesn't really matter to what I am referencing...

I suppose it's a product of our imaginations...not necessarily a yearning but a feeling of being without that can account for missing what we haven't had.

Not sure I agree totally here. There was a case long ago, think it was somewhere in Russia if I recall correctly, where babies were placed in an orphanage and severely neglected. They were never held or touched. If your theory is correct than they would have been happy to be touched when they were finally discovered. This isn't what happened. They actually freaked out at first, flailing and crying as if in pain. They clearly didn't want to be touched. It wasn't until they had learned that it felt good that they then craved it.

Which leads me to believe Ms. Harmony is correct, that you can't miss what you've never had. If you've never tasted coffee, you can't miss having it in the morning. Wanting something, needing something, is different than missing something. Funny thing is that I don't seem to want or need what I think I'm missing. I dunno...

Is it possible to miss something that you've never had?

As I approach the two year anniversary of my Dad's death, I miss him like crazy. I loved him dearly, and he loved me. I completely understand missing him.

I miss swimming in Lake Champlain. I have many fond memories of North Beach where I grew up. I miss running into old friends there, even seeing the spot where I gashed my foot wide open one summer. I get how I can miss that place.

What I don't understand is how I can miss something I've never experienced, yet somehow I seem to even though that doesn't seem to make sense, logically speaking. Just makes me wonder...

Nothing! I've learned to treasure each moment, everything I'm blessed to have, all the people in my life past and present. You just never know when the show will be over so I find cause to celebrate life each day, to enjoy watching the grass sway in the wind, or to feel the sunshine on my face. Little things make such a huge difference...

My apology...

Would it be mean to say "Gotcha!"?

People who say they will do something and then don't.

There was a day when your word was as good as money in the bank.

Mounds...'cause sometimes I feel like a nut (yesterday I was the Almond Joy!) ...but sometimes I don't, like today.


And then there's the whole dark on the outside but sweetness within thing!

Only every guy I've loved and cared for. I will admit the number is rather miniscule. If that wasn't the case, I'd still be loving and caring for them, wouldn't I?

It's like trying to get to know an image you see in a kaleidoscope. I'm ever-changing, ever evolving, not the same person I was two minutes ago. Or ten years ago. Or who'll I'll be next week. Experiences change you every second of every day. So although some traits remain the same, nobody can ever really "know" me except me!

Yes, I have some odd logic going on in this brain of mine, which is precisely why I've spent most of my life 'alone'. It's complicated, I'm complicated, six of one, half a dozen of the other.

Depends. A rattlesnake is approachable by the brave who don't fear snakes. Others see one and run screaming in terror. Suppose it's kinda like that.



To talk to me? Absolutely. I get chatted up at the red light by the homeless guys with the signs all the time. Complete strangers share their life story with me sitting on a bar stool over drinks. I've always been more of a listener than a talker.

Get to know me? Not in this lifetime. Probably not in the next either if one exists. Nobody will ever really KNOW me. Too complicated for that to occur. Hell I don't even know me half the time!!

Old balls are icky!

Tough choice.

I love both my cats (Sox and Nixon) but I have to say my black lab (Trot) is my favorite. There's just something about the way he goes ballistic when I walk in the door that makes my heart skip a beat. The cats just look at me like "yup, there she is again".

My dog is not only my best friend, he's the love of my life and I can't imagine being without him!

Couldn't figure out how to post it here so just made it my profile picture for now.

Just set up my 7 1/2 ft ESPN pool table in my living room. Decor is all Red Sox memorabilia. Psyched to start practicing again!

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