Don't knock it until you've tried it.
i have tried it, and thank god i was never successful at it. typing that didn't make you feel the slightest bit pathetic?
How can something that has effect on my life be that?
because it's law. the law that makes you and the law you live under.
As you refuse to be diagnosed, all I have done it list the possible causes Lori. It would be unscientific of me to specify one based on the limited information.
would it? would it be unscientific of you? :thumbsup:
your information is a lot more limited than you think it is, and yes it would be unscientific to arbitrarily leave out a known cause.
You do understand that none of this os very compelling don't you? A strange episode, no evidence left, no 3rd party witness, and everyone involved acting strangely?
From what, receiving a phone call? LOL
if you had been through everything i had up to that point, you would have been committed and doused with drugs.
and none of those things my ex-husband had any way of knowing about, and yet he called me up while blacked out from prescription pills and alcohol, and proceeds to tell me all about it in a taunting evil voice. i felt like i had just gotten off the phone with satan himself, and yes, it freaked me the fuck out. i have never been that scared in my life. i didn't know what else to do so i went to my knees to pray (which i very very rarely kneel to pray), and as soon as my knees hit the floor, god bellowed at me, "GET UP!" which startled me enough that i wasn't so scared any more. now i was angry. what my ex said made me feel like something evil was watching me, and so i went downstairs and gathered anything that had to do with what i had been going through and burned it in the fireplace.
But how knows how many you've burned? Maybe you do this more than you remember.
are you serious? :wtf:
first of all, i don't write...ever. i've always hated writing. hated poetry. the only time in my entire life i've ever written anything i didn't have to was during this time. i specifically bought a spiral notebook and the stationery because i felt like i had to write it down. i had an entire notebook full by then, trying to write down everything that was happening to me.
secondly, i never use that fireplace. it's in the basement. in the '70's my home was rental property and there was an apartment down there. now, it's a basement with a random fireplace and toilet in it. the ONLY times i've ever used it are when i burnt the notebook, and one night for a halloween party. i had the entire house opened up, three fires going, and the basement was the designated pot smoking zone. i cleaned the ashes from the notebook, along with the spiral before that party, and i sat and looked at it and remembered.
Again, conveniently no provenance, and a poem sent to person that might not have even existed, which might explain why it was returned. Still nothing compelling here.
Now, before you invoke a supernatural explanation to explain your episode (I know it's too late, but hey) you really should make sure there isn't or wasn't, a mundane explanation. It may be too late now though, again, your actions have destroyed all provenance either way.
nothing about what i went through was mundane. the person that the poem was addressed to does in fact exist, and the address was correct. it was a po box for fan mail, and they receive letters and packages all the time. some letters written in blood (not mine). there was no reason why my package should have been returned unopened, but it did.