Bet it felt good to get out on the road.
Bet it felt good to get out on the road.
OMG That's amazing!
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I know, right?! It was a very good feeling though I was shaking like a leaf lol
The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.
How do you feel about doing it? Are you tired?
Do a little of something that makes you happy every day!
Shattered, but relieved
The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.
So pleased for you love. Rest tonight please...
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Paula (15-03-21)
Aaaarrrrrrggggghhh. I’ve been telling Si for months he needs reading glasses (he’s 50 and even kids are commenting on it) but his stupid male pride won’t let him go for an eye test. He has never had an eye test despite me nagging for years! So, recently, he’s always tired and often, at the end of the day, feeling headachy and sick. Classic signs he needs glasses. Yet again, I’ve told him to make an appointment, yet again he told me to stop nagging him. Ffs go to the opticians, or at least stop whining that you feel ill, every single night!
The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.
Bloody men huh?!
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I *might* have lost my sh!t this evening. On the dog walk earlier I brought up the opticians again. He brushed me off, again. So I told him I was just trying to help him and I don’t know why he’s being so ing pig headed. Tonight, I asked him, for about the 10th time, to look at some rugs for the living room. For the 10th time he brushed me off. So I lost it. The man is as ing stubborn as a mule, and I’m totally fed up with being ignored. The rugs is one thing, they’re just rugs, but his eyes? So goddamn important!
The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.
OO have you calmed down yet? Has he given in? Why won't he go to the opticians? Is he scared?
Do a little of something that makes you happy every day!