Storm Trooper guy seems to be Han Solo under the helmet. Here he is taking a preliminary bath, as he was caked with mud. Right now, he's in the dishwasher.
D got a poster up. I think it works.
Considering what, in an ideal world that I controlled, I would want. And I keep coming up with, nothing. To be left alone, as far as the genetic kin are concerned. Maybe if I could rewind time and make them get to know me... but even then, only an genuine response would be satisfying, for good or ill. If I can't be loved, or hated, for who I really am, I'd prefer to be let be. I'm not one for wishing. Real love beats any fantasy. Honest friends leave dreams fading into wisps in the night. A whole life, myself as best I can be today, with clear eyes and plain truth, awake and kind. I can't change them, no one can make anyone do anything, and resting one's entire happiness in anyone else's hands, dependent on their behaviour, assures resentment and disappointment. I can't be that for anyone, no one can be that for me.
D and I share our happiness, we have bendy straws.
4 comments:
The poster definitely works!
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If people don't want you as you really are, then it isn't you they are wanting. So it isn't your problem.
Rou,
If you look at it full size, you can actually see it quite clearly.
Joan,
Hey.
gz,
Well said. SEP.
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