Describe a random encounter with a stranger that stuck out positively to you.
His name is Daniel Gosch, and he was a stranger to our country, our traditions, and me. But this man knows the way around a female body.
My baby sister invited me to share a week with her in Chicago and even used the gigantic museum to seal the deal. I walked away with three envelopes of photos from that place. Of course, that was before you could just point, click, and view, like you can now. And this was also before two kids and limping around as an invalid. In my day, I was hot, sexy, and stupid. I made a lot of really ignorant decisions and some risky ones. A few of them I don’t regret to this day. Daniel Gosch was one of them.
We had wild sex on the train, in the seats, with nothing more than a blanket concealing what we were doing from the rest of the passengers. What we had going for us was the lack of light—it was night. When we made it to Chicago, rather than my kid sister getting me from the train station, I went to “examine” his room first. After granting my approval, I took a cab to my sister’s and we went to the museum. Probably the best trip, to this day, I’ve ever been on. He was hot!
Describe one positive change you have made in your life.
When L❤️Ve is a Debt…
I have always been vocal about my dissatisfaction with the way I was raised. My siblings and I grew up in a household that lacked both financial stability and emotional support. While we did engage in family activities, the underlying emotions were often discordant. The fleeting moments of happiness could not overshadow the prevailing sadness, and even during the joyful times, we felt a sense of indebtedness.
One year, as a 15-year-old, I saved up over $1000 from babysitting all summer with the intention of buying a grandfather clock for my parents. I eagerly awaited the moment to order it from the JCPenney catalog, picturing its chestnut color and the sun and moon rotating with the hands. I was filled with excitement, imagining the recognition I would receive for this significant contribution. However, my parents needed the money to cover a bill and asked to borrow it, promising to repay me.
As Christmas approached, I grew eager to order the clock, only to be given a used 10-speed bike instead. While I was grateful for the gift, my joy faded when my dad revealed it was purchased for $25 at a yard sale, instead of repaying the money I had saved. This revelation made me reflect on my own parenting style, realizing that while I may not have taken money from my children, I may have inadvertently made them feel like they had to earn my love out of guilt.
This realization led me to understand that my children did not choose their circumstances, I chose to bring them into this world on my own, and they should not have to earn my affection. It has taken me this long to recognize that I owe my children a great deal of respect, and that I love them unconditionally. I acknowledge the mistake of perpetuating the cycle of behavior inherited from my parents and have decided to break free from this pattern. I hope I get that chance.
People can give you their description of what LOVE is supposed to look like, but LOVE is as individual as the people who feel it. You can love a sibling, parent, a friend, a spouse, a neighbor, a teacher – – The list goes on, depending on what those people bring into your life. Energy.
Love is energy that comes from within your heart, within your being. Love can spread through words, actions, or even facial expressions, and love is everywhere. The most important thing to keep in mind is the beginning where I said, love comes from inside. In order to feel loved, it needs to be around you. For it to be around you, the energy comes from within ourselves.
If you want to feel love, you need to act in a positive energetic way that creates love that surrounds you. Other people pick up on that, and then it will come back to you.
Most of the time when I speak, people listen. I’m unsure if they’re impressed with my knowledge or casually curious of what peculiar phrase will tumble from my lips. When I figure I’m being classically funny, they either stare in disbelief or tears well in their eyes, presumably with pity. The only time people laugh at the things I say is when sarcastic words blast out of my mouth in an uncontrollable rage.
For me, I’ve come to rationally accept that when an event that’s hilarious happens, I can laugh—but for God’s sake, don’t make me explain it to others. It won’t be funny. And after I badly fail at describing a hilarious incident that “isn’t funny” to anyone else, it ceases being funny for me.
At age 23 or 24, you’ve probably heard me speaking about the retrograde and anterograde amnesia I got to experience. The humorous thing is that after watching so many romantic movies about “damsels in distress” discovering their forever man, I wished I had it too. Believe me, those movies were lying! It’s nothing like that!
The way I had it happen was from a prescription that I shouldn’t have been taking, prescribed by a physician I didn’t know. But, hey! She’s a doctor—she certainly knows what she’s doing when she tells me my mind is screwy, because when she asks how I feel, I say, “okay.” Apparently, I should have broken into a song and dance from Mary Poppins!
Reaction: anterograde and retrograde amnesia.
My entire life, it seems I’ve been working at regaining and retaining my memory so I can function, you know? My memory used to be unbelievably great! I had a mental rolodex with phone numbers, movies, books, and practically anything I wanted to recall later. And I decided I wanted it back. What did I do? I worked at it—HARD! And—I finally did it!
If you’d like to hear me explain in a five minute, one-sided conversation, here you go! Just don’t say I didn’t warn you…
Think about a time you had a foolproof idea and were eager for a friend or family member’s input. Instead of lifting you up, they eagerly expressed all the things that could go awry with your idea and then top it off by telling you how ridiculous you are for even thinking about it.
Can you imagine someone from the 1920’s reaction when hearing about computers you talk into, find directions on, send (e)mail through, and watch images of people speaking to them—all carried in your pocket? Yet, every component that creates the cellphone has had every one of the materials available for centuries!
Nothing is impossible! However, with success comes trials and errors… powered by Hope.
In the chaos of parenthood, a restless soul resides, Juggling tasks and emotions, on a turbulent ride. Yearning for moments of peace and quiet, Yet always on edge, ready for a riot.
Sleepless nights and endless days, Guiding little ones through life’s maze. Worry and wonder, intertwined in a dance, A restless parent, taking a chance.
Balancing love and discipline with care, Nurturing young hearts, always aware. In the whirlwind of parenthood’s storm, A restless parent finds strength to transform.
Superstitions have been a part of human culture for centuries, shaping beliefs and behaviors in ways that can sometimes seem irrational or mysterious. From avoiding black cats to knocking on wood for good luck, superstitions have a way of creeping into our daily lives and influencing our decisions, whether we realize it or not. But what is the true impact of these beliefs on our lives? Can superstitions actually have a role in the shape of our reality?
At the core of superstition is the idea that certain actions or beliefs can influence the outcome of events, often in ways that defy logic or scientific explanation. For example, some people believe that carrying a rabbit’s foot will bring them good luck, while others avoid walking under ladders for fear of bad luck. These beliefs are often passed down through generations, ingrained in cultural traditions and personal rituals, due to past “proofs.”
But what happens when we start to question these beliefs? Can our skepticism actually change the way superstitions affect us? Research suggests that our beliefs play a powerful role in shaping our experiences. In a phenomenon known as the placebo effect, people often experience real improvements in their well-being because they believe a treatment will work, even if it has no real medical benefit. This suggests that our beliefs have the power to influence our reality in profound ways.
So, what does this mean for superstitions? This implies that the power of belief is a force to be reckoned with. If we truly believe that carrying a lucky charm will bring us good fortune, it may actually increase our confidence and positivity, leading to better outcomes in our lives. On the other hand, if we constantly dwell on negative superstitions and fears, we may unknowingly attract negative energy and experiences into our lives.
In the end, life is exactly what you believe. Whether you choose to embrace superstitions or dismiss them as mere superstition, the important thing is to be aware of the influence that beliefs can have on your life. By cultivating a positive mindset, focusing on gratitude and optimism, and letting go of limiting beliefs, you can create a reality that is truly aligned with your deepest desires and aspirations.
So the next time you find yourself hesitating to step on a crack or tossing salt over your shoulder, remember that the power lies within you to shape your own destiny. Life is what you believe, so why not choose to believe in the limitless possibilities that await you?
Although The Matrix is a gymnasium, presumably named after the 1999 blockbuster film, I would shop ata grover store with this name if there actually was a place for purchasing merchandise that was straightforward labels. A spree works be better.
Imagine having a choice between top designer clothes with obvious tags and poor quality, like a BMW built with Volkswagen parts. Is that a thing? And would people be just as happy if the name alone establishes the quality? Yeah, I’m aware that it should…
What if salesmen had a new law in place signifying they were required to take a “vitamin” each day that verifies they’re honest? If they are dishonest, their blood pressure continues rising until their head pops off! All I know is that if those car salesmen spend a great deal of time alone at the bar, there’s a reason they’re being avoided, right? No white shirts allowed!
What would this progression do to sales? Would there be heaps of junk at the junkyard, full of blown-up salesmen’s heads? Or would lot owners begin scouring the market for honest salesmen? Perhaps they’d find that one in a million sociopath who can fool the system and still make bank!
Grown in non-contaminated fields.
My store, The Matrix, only sells food. That’s right! The only store with nothing on the shelves containing GMOs, saccharine, or any other man-made preservatives for screwing up bodies while making a profit. Everything would be made real. And when I use that term, it also means that these “free-range birds” with a one-foot by one-foot area to walk in would also be disallowed. The cattle would be purchased from farmers that had enough grain-covered land to nourish their animals without injections. Yes, my friends, it would be a dystopia, wouldn’t it? And it’s certainly going to cost more. But it’s just being aware of whether you’re choosing the red pill or the blue pill, so at least you have a clear understanding of what you’ve chosen to purchase. Would you shop here?
“You take the blue pill… the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill… you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.” ~ Morpheus, (1999), The Matrix
When personal values and political structures collide, one man cannot serve two gods, even if he’s the United States president. Quite honestly, all that will happen if TikTok is laid upon the chopping block is the country will turn upon itself. With incomes governed by wealthy investors and businesses of political power, the only hope for someone in the United States to survive is entrepreneurship; many of whom originated via social media. By closing off the valve of oxygen, panic will undoubtedly ensue, and an uprising will occur to remain alive.
However, Biden simultaneously discourages post-high school education with the ability of lower-paying jobs not requiring degrees. Is this in answer to all the student loans the government has been squashing? If so, does it not seem as if ignorance is the goal? Because all of this, combined with blacklisting books at rates 33% higher than the previous year, has a mysteriously familiar ring to it, doesn’t it?
And let’s not stop with Biden, because as scary as he is, there’s certainly worse! Remember in school, when others dared to sit facing a mirror in the dark and mutter the words, “Bloody Mary” three times? That’s the negative vibes I get from saying the Republican Party contender, so my better judgment urges my silence here. But that doesn’t mean the Tic Tac popping predator must remain silent quiet to prove my point. Let’s allow him to speak for himself with the few, yet simple, vocabulary words of a third grade bad boy.
Should we entertain the idea of enticing Morpheus into a leadership role within the government? The notion of President Morpheus sparks a new curiosity – what potential lies in store for our children under his guidance?
Mother in the Jungle 
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