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Comment on Y.C.F.U.A.W.D

Doug — Fri, 16 Dec 2011 05:40:11 GMT

Those seven little words always come back. They rip out every ounce of happiness that I'm holing on to. If you know me well you know the words.

If you don't its ok

Just remember that the gifts you give to your children don't always come with a bow.

Comment on There is happiness on the wind today

Mandy — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 22:44:47 GMT

hmm wonder which of all the "fluffy" things you have now it could have been that day that you anticipated? interesting to think about though

Comment on July 8th 2008 - City people just don't have a clue.

Mandy — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 22:42:27 GMT

This is classic Doug!

Comment on Pictures of my Parking Lot Vacation

Mandy — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 22:35:52 GMT

I remember seeing these pictures online. I worried so much about you down there, and you and I were only friends back then. I love you so much.

Comment on Reply to a friends comment

Mandy Face — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 04:04:17 GMT

Nicely depicted.

Comment on Pride

Denny — Tue, 08 Nov 2011 22:12:37 GMT

I question your expertise, Doogie Man. Especially on Christianity. But know this - I don't question your sincerity in wishing to be a better person. I hope you don't question my sincerity of wishing to do the same. You said,
"Humans are

Deceptive

Tricky

Mean

And selfish"

I agree. So does Christianity.

Comment on The Old Days

Mandy — Mon, 07 Nov 2011 13:11:45 GMT

I am proud of you. But I have to say a few things. First of all, there are a few reasons why you cant hide it from me: 1- I have been depressed too, maybe not to that depth but I have dipped into that blackness, that invisible cancer that consumes like the inky black stuff from night mares. 2- I pay attention to you, I care to know you and be your friend first and your wife second. 3- and I think this is the most important on, our souls are connected. not connected like just husband and wife, not just like 2 close friends, something that goes on farther than our own imaginations, something that is from millions of lifetimes before, so strong we couldnt escape it if we wanted to. I feel you even when you try to hide it, and you feel me even when I try to keep it to myself. We are one.

But I wonder something... is it really good to hide your true self from the kids? I mean, not the darkness, but shouldnt they have the chance to know about your disorder and be educated early on it. There are millions of people in the world who deal with PTSD, Depression, Anxiety disorders, Bypolar disorder, Schizophrenia, Dementia, Alzheimer's, and many other illnesses... my main thought here is, we feel that being open and understanding about ourselves is the best and truest way of becoming accepting of ourselves, so they should have the chance to atleast know about it. Then you wouldnt be hiding a part of who you are from them, you would be allowing them to know you need alone time and the time to work through the rough times without exposing them to the entirety of your thoughts and feelings. Maybe it isnt a good idea but who knows, maybe it will help them out one day.

Knowledge is power, and love is second in command. I love you so much Doug, I do I do!!!

Comment on Melbourne Gigolo

Dwain Harper — Sat, 15 Oct 2011 06:56:41 GMT

This is a great blog. Keep the great work and information.

Comment on My Ferris Wheel Theory

Mandy — Thu, 07 Jul 2011 21:43:55 GMT

I remember when you and I talked about this a long time ago. I compare this to the day dream images I would have when I was sad or upset. I would picture myself jumping rope. A couple of different situations would occur. Either the rope would be spinning and I had to jump, and during this situation, I had to jump cus the rope would continue to spin no matter what hitting me in the ankles, and I couldnt allow it to hit my ankles, whipping me and hurting me, and I would he exhausted. Another situation was where I would want the rope to swing up so i could start jumping and it wouldnt. no matter what I did, I could not get it to swing up so I could jump over it. Lastly, I never could get that darn rope to start swinging from front to back to jump backwards. I didnt dream this, it was mental images that I had when I was a teenager. I was so stressed out and these images would come when I would try to relax. It really was distressing and sad.

After my adult years came and many times that tried my integrity and morals, there came a day when it all shifted. I dont recall when or why, or even when I consciously remember the change, but all the sudden I could stop that rope where ever I wanted, even in mid air. I could make it go backward and forward and let it hit my ankles too. It was amazing how I had gained control over the rope. I know that the first time I actually realized this was when you and I had talked about the Ferris Wheel idea of yours. I think I laid in bed that night and thought of the Farris Wheel and struggled with it, and for whatever reason, I saw myself standing there with the jump rope... and after playing with the rope and bending it to my will, the Farris Wheel was no longer an issue.

This is really something people should try. It is pretty neat. And who knows, if we all use it in our daily life, maybe our control over our stability would increase. I have always said you were my therapist.. hmmm. I love you.

Comment on Tomorrow Already

Denny — Fri, 01 Jul 2011 15:10:01 GMT

Life is but a dream, Dougie