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Every man has his tale of woe. Right now, I'm in the middle of mine. it's your standard "I love her, she just wants to be friends, and I have to watch as she falls for some other guy" story. I'm not quite ready to go into more detail just yet, but I was hoping maybe some of you had your own stories. you know how misery loves company and all. any takers?
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not again. leave the bed as it is and dont lift the silt. that subject (or so many of them ) mist my vision.
i always implode
i always implode
looks like I'm the only one with the testicular fortitude to go first
I've got lot's of these stories, sometimes 2 or 3 happening at the same time. but since I'm saving all my big posts for topics no one will ever read, I'll just start with a simple one.
the following story is true. the names have been changed to protect the guilty.
ok, so there I was, in zambia, building an orphanage. yeah, I konw, I'm a hell of a guy. anyway, I was there for only a few weeks but it was enough time to have my heart broken in the worst way imaginable.
you see, my church has a sister church in england, and they do a lot of work in zambia, a country that has been suffering in extreme poverty for decades, and is now in the middle of the aids epidemic. so, I went with a team from both churches and built an orphanage. and while I was there I met a girl named rachel. she had been there for six months with four other people from england training to be missionaries. every night, after we had finished working, they would stop by. we talked, played games, ate and played with fire (my greatest influence on the trip)
so, one night, early in the trip, I was talking to rachel, telling her about my home planet, and she's laughing her @$$ off, telling me how weird I am. and then, as we're talking, I notice that I'm getting that weird feeling, the one that only handful of girls on earth are able to cause. my heart was beating faster and time was slowing to a crawl. I knew that I was about to fall for her, and there wasnt a damn thing I could do about it. I was'nt looking for a new girl, I already had 2 potential girlfriends at home I was working on. but there wasnt anything I could do about it. so I just decided to suck it up and take it like a man.
the next day I noticed something weird. you see, I have psychic powers. ok, let me explain: I get premonitions, flashes of information, dreams that come true, even visions on rare occasions. I dont know how to explain it, so I dont even bother trying. I dont know if god's talking to me, if I really am psychic, if I have some sort of over active subconcious, or if it's all just a series of coincidences that defy the odds over and over again. hell maybe I'm just crazy, I mean, more than I already know I am. anyway, the next day, my psychic powers were working over time. if something was gonna fall, I was ready and waiting to catch it. if someone had an announcement, I already knew what they were gonna say. that night we played a game that can be described as a cross between rock paper scissors and red rover, and I predicted every decision the other team would make, 17 rounds in a row. I have no idea what caused this, but it lasted for the rest of the trip.
as the weeks went by, rachel and I spent a lot of time together. we bonded and it was hard because I knew we were going to be going home to different countries. sure, we had each others email addresses, and she would visit every couple of months with others from her church, but a real relationship was a bit unrealistic. still, my feelings couldnt be denied. it wasnt love, but it was the beginings of love. that point where it's more than just an infatuation, but not quite true love.
finally, the day came for me to leave, and I had to say good bye to rachel. it was hard, and we were both feeling it. we shared one final embrace, and then I left for the long trip back to the states. when I got back, I spent 3 days unwinding and adjusting to the jet lag. and on that third day, I got some of the worst news of my life. rachel and her friends had stopped in south africa on the way back, and went swimming in the ocean. rachel had drowned. it took days for the news to sink in. she was dead. and I couldnt help but wonder why I hadnt seen it coming. if I could guess lottery numbers and see things weeks before they would happen, why couldnt I have been able to see this. why couldnt I have stopped this. she was dead, and I couldnt help but feel like it was my fault.
even though it's been years, she still haunts me. everytime my powers show up, I remember that they werent there when I needed them the most.
so that's my little tale of woe. it's probably not exactly what you were looking for, but then again, it's usually good to see how much worse things could be.
I've got lot's of these stories, sometimes 2 or 3 happening at the same time. but since I'm saving all my big posts for topics no one will ever read, I'll just start with a simple one.
the following story is true. the names have been changed to protect the guilty.
ok, so there I was, in zambia, building an orphanage. yeah, I konw, I'm a hell of a guy. anyway, I was there for only a few weeks but it was enough time to have my heart broken in the worst way imaginable.
you see, my church has a sister church in england, and they do a lot of work in zambia, a country that has been suffering in extreme poverty for decades, and is now in the middle of the aids epidemic. so, I went with a team from both churches and built an orphanage. and while I was there I met a girl named rachel. she had been there for six months with four other people from england training to be missionaries. every night, after we had finished working, they would stop by. we talked, played games, ate and played with fire (my greatest influence on the trip)
so, one night, early in the trip, I was talking to rachel, telling her about my home planet, and she's laughing her @$$ off, telling me how weird I am. and then, as we're talking, I notice that I'm getting that weird feeling, the one that only handful of girls on earth are able to cause. my heart was beating faster and time was slowing to a crawl. I knew that I was about to fall for her, and there wasnt a damn thing I could do about it. I was'nt looking for a new girl, I already had 2 potential girlfriends at home I was working on. but there wasnt anything I could do about it. so I just decided to suck it up and take it like a man.
the next day I noticed something weird. you see, I have psychic powers. ok, let me explain: I get premonitions, flashes of information, dreams that come true, even visions on rare occasions. I dont know how to explain it, so I dont even bother trying. I dont know if god's talking to me, if I really am psychic, if I have some sort of over active subconcious, or if it's all just a series of coincidences that defy the odds over and over again. hell maybe I'm just crazy, I mean, more than I already know I am. anyway, the next day, my psychic powers were working over time. if something was gonna fall, I was ready and waiting to catch it. if someone had an announcement, I already knew what they were gonna say. that night we played a game that can be described as a cross between rock paper scissors and red rover, and I predicted every decision the other team would make, 17 rounds in a row. I have no idea what caused this, but it lasted for the rest of the trip.
as the weeks went by, rachel and I spent a lot of time together. we bonded and it was hard because I knew we were going to be going home to different countries. sure, we had each others email addresses, and she would visit every couple of months with others from her church, but a real relationship was a bit unrealistic. still, my feelings couldnt be denied. it wasnt love, but it was the beginings of love. that point where it's more than just an infatuation, but not quite true love.
finally, the day came for me to leave, and I had to say good bye to rachel. it was hard, and we were both feeling it. we shared one final embrace, and then I left for the long trip back to the states. when I got back, I spent 3 days unwinding and adjusting to the jet lag. and on that third day, I got some of the worst news of my life. rachel and her friends had stopped in south africa on the way back, and went swimming in the ocean. rachel had drowned. it took days for the news to sink in. she was dead. and I couldnt help but wonder why I hadnt seen it coming. if I could guess lottery numbers and see things weeks before they would happen, why couldnt I have been able to see this. why couldnt I have stopped this. she was dead, and I couldnt help but feel like it was my fault.
even though it's been years, she still haunts me. everytime my powers show up, I remember that they werent there when I needed them the most.
so that's my little tale of woe. it's probably not exactly what you were looking for, but then again, it's usually good to see how much worse things could be.
Ohh and this one time, at band camp...
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