Now there's a thought...When you are wrong, be very wrong.
That's my motto.
Hey.
Well, at least you didn't join the 27 club.
Plus, when you do die, you could haunt Bells.
Be afraid Bells, be very afraid... He he he.
Now there's a thought...When you are wrong, be very wrong.
That's my motto.
Hey.
Well, at least you didn't join the 27 club.
Plus, when you do die, you could haunt Bells.
No problem Sarkus.Understood. Apologies if I came across to reactive.
You're right, Gremmie, your loss is greater. You'll be deprived of all the goods of life. I'm sorry that you have to go through this, but you’re not dead yet.
Can I ask you another question? When, when is death bad for you? When will you be deprived of life? When you’re dead?
Trooper said:You're right, Gremmie, your loss is greater. You'll be deprived of all the goods of life. I'm sorry that you have to go through this, but you’re not dead yet.
Can I ask you another question? When, when is death bad for you? When will you be deprived of life? When you’re dead?
Hmmm...first of all, as you said, I'm not dead yet, and in no hurry...
Not really sure what you mean by your question though.
I guess, my only answer could be, when I'm no longer "me", I'm dead.
Exactly, so death can’t be bad for you. The concept of bad has an existence requirement. The process of dying can be bad, but not death itself.
The dead are not alive, and the living will not die.
You will not experience the deprivation of life.
You will not taste death, Gremmie. Only your loved ones will experience the loss.
I hope you stick around for awhile.
Good day to you, Gremmie.
Or alternatively, you could butt out and not diss his family who probably love him very much and are having to go through their own stages of grief watching him go through this. It's not easy to be helpless in the face of an illness like this affecting a loved one. Whatever Gremmie is going through, his own stages of grief, will be mirrored by those who love him and who are watching him go through this. I think commenting on Gremmie's discontent in his life is kind of out of place and exceptionally unfair.I think that Gremmie is very discontent about his life at the moment.
I think that his family are very poor in helping him.
I also think that he would benefit from being with people in the same circumstance as himself.
At the moment, as far as I can see, he is surrounded by family who don't give a shit.
I'm sure that Gremmie will have no problem in telling me that I am wrong about my facts.
My views are my own.
At no point have I said that he "ought" to do something.
I hope that he understands that I am only giving my own opinion as something for him to consider.
I'm not an agony aunt dispensing advice.
I hope I'm not offending you Gremmie.
If so, tell me and I'll remove any comments.
As I told you Gremmie, you never made me angry and I won't argue with you. And if you want to scream at me, be angry at me, abuse me, whatever, then do it until you feel better..Gremmie said:Actually Sarkus, you're pretty much spot on...
Life is what it is... I'm honestly at peace with how things are.
To quote Jim Morrison, No one gets out of here alive...
I have done and seen more things in 50 years, than many could in 100.
I'm not angry, it's my time... I believe it was all predestined.
I don't fear death... It's the dying process, that concerns me.
But, it awaits every last one of us. My advice to all of you... Enjoy every moment... I had words with Bells last night. She knows how to push buttons... When I first came here, I swear I thought she was evil incarnate. At times, I still do...lol
But, in all honesty, I am glad we have interacted.
She's not a bad person, and I wish her well.
As long as I'm on a roll here...
I'm sorry about last night, Bells. Was a bad day for me.
I'm not saying I was entirely wrong, mind you.
It does take 2 to tango... But, for the record, I do respect your moxy...
Okay... Done ranting... Sorry, carry on folks.
Not worried.Now there's a thought...
Be afraid Bells, be very afraid... He he he.
My dad started to have a few hallucinations, which is common during the final stages, seeing dead people, that sort of thing. I didn't intervene, until he had a fearful one, then I just reassured him. My family thought his hallucinations were evidence of an afterlife. They kept trying to wake him up to ask him questions about dead people. They were putting their needs before his. I told them to get a grip or get the fuck out.
...CluelussH... spell-checker, eh, Clueluss! )?
Hells Bells!
I've got Bells on my tail.
Ah clueless, living up to your name I see?
Well at least you found a spell checker and actually managed to post something without a bazillion spelling mistakes. *Golf clap*..
As for the video. Yes, I found my way into the pants of a sexy man. Can't complain.
Having to wait until my son goes back to sleep. He woke up feeling unwell earlier.Bells. You are very tired.
Go. Back. To. Sleeeeeeeep.
Oh no. Kittamaru's here now.I think we have officially killed this thread...?
I think we have officially killed this thread...?