But...in amerika isn't the old ladies you bought ice cream for the same ones who steal your wallet, and the car you paid through the tollway the one who rear ends you half an hour later?

keeping your feet on the ground is to fully enjoy the experience of something which is real, where being whisked away by something is to escape into a situation which isn't real.

Presuming you're on the right side of that equation, all the best for your serendipitous relationship :)

A lot of classical Faustian horrors are based upon the premise that civilised behaviour is a social construct, therefore too much self discovery can lead to the kind of religious experience an atheist really doesn't like to have.
It's an interesting counterpoint to the idea of self hypnotic reprogramming, ie. are there mental health risks?

FYI those saying "you'll only find what you expect to find"
I'm an intellectual, naturally I expected alien contact and rehearsed the first contact speech and everything, I was really looking forward to it, but damn if it isn't like all I did was wander into a cheap nightclub on footy night and thought, seriously, I avoided sports bars for this? o_O

...for those about to say, "oh you're so superficial"
I gave up looking for brains or personality when I got on the internet...and came to just the right place! :D

I'm looking for fatties and uggos in my area and good looking women who'll never reply, and came to just the right place! :D

The ego is like a crowd of one cheering you on o_O

They're threatened by any show of autonomy, especially whimsical autonomy. They need a reason for why you do/choose things to feel comfortable about any sudden decisions you have every right to make for yourself.

And having to explain your reasons to make someone new feel more comfortable about your self-autonomy eventually becomes having to explain yourself upon demand, which in turn eventually becomes being ordered around like a toy boy.

To spot in a crowd, these are people which live and breathe subservient to a presumed authority in every area, as if apolegetic for their very existence. Socially they feel any crowd is a greater authority (eg. "no don't, people are watching"), or any proprietary is a greater authority (eg. "my house, my rules," is their rule of thumb for any establishment or premises, regardless if lawful rights say something completely different). Within an authoritive environment, such as a classroom or a workplace they willingly submit to bullying and dictatorship, with pandering to any figure of authority as the moral guideline beyond any true moral or lawful guidelines (eg. the boss is always right, workers are slaves).

Typically such people have been raised in authoritarian households by parents unqualified to express the degree of authority they presume towards their children, such as making their career decisions for them, selecting their hobbies and interests for them, and essentially living vicariously through their children as property, without any respect for their individuality or humanist rights as unique and separate beings. They learn a mismatch of word association, responsibility means do what you're told, goodness mean submission, love is about doing things you don't like.

They basically get wired wrong. They live far below their potential and it's only in a relationship the elastic snaps and they go the opposite extreme. Subservient to the world all too often means ruling your own household with an iron fist and irrational expressions of self loathing, justified with false accusations and presumptions of fantastic wrongdoing, and so the cycle starts over again with their own children.

So right at the beginning the way you spot them is when a person displays as an autonomous, responsible, self governing individual, this takes them way outside their comfort zone. They become stressed, start with confused or threatened glances, progress to glares, proceed to demanding explanations, express their desire to become a control freak over you to free themselves from their own feelings of subservience to others.

My thoughts on preomonition are: if you have to wait until you're asleep to start processing what's going on around you, you're behind the curve, not ahead of it.

eg. your friend regularly drink-drives but you put it out of your mind so it doesn't affect the friendship, then you have a dream of him dying in a car accident and a week later he dies. "I saw this in a dream!" you say.
Whereas if you took more notice of your senses whilst you're awake, you'd notice a drink-driver is likely to have an accident and might've said something since you're not putting it out of your mind, somewhat before they die in a car accident.
The accomplishment is less proud, but more result.

Ever wonder why psychics are never exactly the brightest sparks in all the other areas of their lives? And don't exactly accomplish anything as a psychic?

People all have the same gifts. Keeping ahead of them is more mundane, boring even, but far more skilled in terms of results.

all I'm saying is if you put some rubber band around the base of my privates and stick your fingers where the sun don't shine you're getting slapped and I'm gonna go out and get drunk and try to make sense of it all because some of you just don't, don't make any sense.

Oh I'd marry a christian chick after like a day to get into her pants if she was hot, because a hot chick is worth it.



I'm so stereotypical :(

To help your methodology of faith to work for you best, I suggest simply that you take it all at a relaxing pace, take each step slowly, be in no hurry, and give yourself time to interpret your feelings of faith based insight for each direction you take and each decision you might have to make along the way.
In other words just don't be rushed into any decisions along the way, always give yourself time to contemplate each step or opportunity as you travel so you can give yourself time to let faith based insight work for you.
No rushed decisions, no sudden changes in your plans, those are the ways that you can be caught off guard and not have time to know better.

coriander tastes like soapy dishwater, it drives them all wacko.

In your single photo you look disappointed, and your only profile description is "Hi" which is lazy and full of contempt.

These two red flags alone mean you're tired of men and want provision from them.




I could put it in more street language, if you're street. I don't think you are but it goes like this. Around some people you'll be around if we hook up, if you can't think snap quick on keeping a step ahead you're going to get yourself raped and me killed. But if you could, some pretty impressive people would go wow when you walked by.
ie. you're just not up to what you want. Not nearly. Americans learn everything off the television and they're just not equipped for the real world.
You're like that.

Write some **** about yourself. Write it like you mean it. Lie.

I really like your picture, you look very honest, friendly, and quite attractive. It's a terrific combination. My thought was I'd love to have dinner with you and hold your hand as we talk and get to know each other. It's a very nice impression to give.
Your photos are excellent.

I'm thoughtfully reserved about ************* because if you have to think about something while people are talking that one puts a little smile on my face and I've no idea what they're talking about.

do you actually know what passive-aggressive means?

O_O


seriously, if you only read it in a magazine article, you're thinking of some accorded person's fantasy of how impoverished people function.

Passive-aggressive means I'm too timid to disagree but when your instructions don't play out well I blame you for my following them. There are many possible reasons for this. They could be an idiot, but you could be the idiot instead. It works the same either way.

blablabla I want someone I want not someone I might be suited to o_O

a cat is a little predator, when one hasn't eaten for the whole day and you put really good food down for it, like a human-quality mix of canadian pink salmon, some english mackeral and a sardine, all finely chopped, smothered with a prepared broth of prawns, kipper and juicy fish soup, warmed and mixed with a side of dry food... (yeah this is like the daily ritual, I love my kittybaby)

...and she goes, bugger the food, and just wants to jump on your lap instead and purr and rub on you, and look at you right in the eyes and meow rather complicated meows I have no idea what the bloody hell she's talking about but she seems to really mean it whatever it is...

well, that's love. It's a simple love, the kind of love that's just love that is the love that just is. And she's coolies and we're coolies and she thinks I'm coolies, I really get that impression, so that makes me feel like she's so coolies, we're all coolies.

I like that.

Be much better with a girlfriend. So I imagine that's what love is.

...and I just realized what I said was about a billion quintillion miles above the heads of anybody likely to be around here :/