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ambien girl wrote:

valor75 wrote:its funny.. I was also gonna start talking about deaths, and traumatic experiences, which I fooled myself I came out stronger or at least something learned.. but its all BS.. some things did make me stronger, but also screwed me up at the same time..
all these things only made me alienate myself more from day to day life and from normal experiences...

the only thing positive is, that Im self reliant because all these things.

Valor, I can empathise with you because I had a lot of sh1t that happened to me when I was a child that set me in a rage for years; physical abuse, sexual abuse, etc. It changed when I met my late husband...but I was still awful to him and he deserved none of it. I cringe a little bit when I think about it today. He was very mild mannered and loved me anyway. I can't explain it; when he died, it was as if all of that rage melted. And after some time and some work, I forgave myself.

Maybe Val doesn't need a date, he needs a dead husband.

In 1972, Joe Miller was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Tulsa Junior College.

On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seemed distressed, so Joe approached it very carefully. He got down on one knee, inspected the elephants foot, and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it. As carefully and as gently as he could, Joe worked the wood out with his knife, after which the elephant gingerly put down its foot.

The elephant turned to Joe, and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments. Joe stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled.

Eventually the elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away. Joe never forgot that elephant or the events of that day.

Thirty years later, Joe was walking through the Tulsa Zoo with his family. As they approached the elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Joe and his family were standing. The large bull elephant stared at Joe, lifted its front foot off the ground, then put it down. The elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at Joe.

Remembering the encounter in 1972, Joe could not help wondering if this was the same elephant. Joe summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing, and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the elephant and stared back in wonder. The elephant trumpeted again, then gently wrapped its trunk around one of Joe's legs ........., picked him up, and slammed him against the railing, killing him instantly.



Probably wasn't the same elephant.

Cracks me up every time. No one else seems to find it funny

ow.

oh, and welcome.

good one burk. you owe me a laptop