Were I went, they give you wine. It's worth it.
They don't need to be rubbin on my neck.
They don't need to be rubbin on my neck.
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Kids and their crazy haircuts.Mornin' Tet
Shoot, I'd be getting there like five hours before my appointment.Were I went, they give you wine...
Kids and their crazy haircuts.
You might be a melancholy temperament.Definitely no talking. I can't do small talk. It's pointless. Ask me a small talk question and you'll get a 10 min soliloquy on something way deeper. I can't small talk. I can't banter.
Definitely no talking. I can't do small talk. It's pointless. Ask me a small talk question and you'll get a 10 min soliloquy on something way deeper. I can't small talk. I can't banter.
Oh I am definitely a melancholy temperament. Got the dr's word on this. For certain. I think you mentioned this a long time ago to me - pre-breakdown. I bet you saw that coming!You might be a melancholy temperament.
all the Charlies Angels used it
I might have mentioned to you as I sometimes bring up the subject of temperaments with members who post certain things. I've been out of some loops and if you mean that you had an actual breakdown I'm sorry for your struggles. I hope things are better now.Oh I am definitely a melancholy temperament. Got the dr's word on this. For certain. I think you mentioned this a long time ago to me - pre-breakdown. I bet you saw that coming!
But Charlies Angels weren't real.You know what I miss? Wella Balsam shampoo. What happened to that? I remember it from the 70s and maybe the 80s. It smelled so good. And all the Charlies Angels used it. And Brooke Shields. It was beautiful girl shampoo.
I might have mentioned to you as I sometimes bring up the subject of temperaments with members who post certain things. I've been out of some loops and if you mean that you had an actual breakdown I'm sorry for your struggles. I hope things are better now.
Yes they were!But Charlies Angels weren't real.
Definitely no talking. I can't do small talk. It's pointless. Ask me a small talk question and you'll get a 10 min soliloquy on something way deeper. I can't small talk. I can't banter.
You might be a melancholy temperament.
Oh I am definitely a melancholy temperament. Got the dr's word on this. For certain. I think you mentioned this a long time ago to me - pre-breakdown. I bet you saw that coming!
I've had a few hard stretches myself. Melancholies', like you and me, hard stretches are harder than average, though.
This reminds me of a proverb: He whose house is burning, thinks all the world's aglow. His neighbor eating dinner may never even know.
I felt like everything I posted was about my breakdown for the past year. I think I even started a thread about it. But yes, actual breakdown. Much better now. Life can be hard. Too hard sometimes. Meds, therapy, the Ogre. I had some very strong arms holding me up.
I can't banter.
I've discovered that I love so much and so fiercely that I worry myself into oblivion when something happens to someone I love. Self be damned - I'll fast and fret until I come unglued trying to rationalize and fix and control things that I can't fix or control. I'm learning detachment.I've had a few hard stretches myself. Melancholies', like you and me, hard stretches are harder than average, though.
Do I banter? I'm so thrilled. That is a skill I didn't know I had. I'm surprising myself!Yes, you can! Here at least!
(Still have some Pope-air, if you want me to send)
According to my belief temperament is inborn and therefore can be changed only to the extent a temperament's weaknesses and bad habits are dealt with. One of the melancholy's weaknesses is to take the weight of the world on his/her shoulders. They worry about things they have no power over. Some in psychological circles might refer to this type of thinking as neurotic. If that's accurate then I say melancholies suffer from that and other neuroses more than people with other temperaments do; that is, neurotic melancholies are the most neurotic.I've discovered that I love so much and so fiercely that I worry myself into oblivion when something happens to someone I love. Self be damned - I'll fast and fret until I come unglued trying to rationalize and fix and control things that I can't fix or control. I'm learning detachment.