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 On Other People's Grammar:   I so often fall short of my own grammatical goals, Inevitably, I'll publish this with errors, and go back and correct later, or not. Sometimes I want others to know it happens to me too, so I leave it. It's just that it often comes up between friends on the Autism Spectrum. Accuracy in grammar appears, to my experience, to be a shared interest among

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  Thoughts on Hope.I recently watched a video from Alain de Botton's, "The School of Life" on getting out of a despairing mood. It suggested hope as can come from imagination as a possible route.         I've painted and written, yet I don't see myself as containing a font of imagination. I follow such a pattern in painting that I wondered if I possesses 

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Last Night's Simple Dream     It's a silly thing, I suppose - sharing something like a dream with no meaning and no reason other than that it was...it was just nice. It wasn't deep, and there's no plot. There's no moral to the story, and nothing to work out. No problems to solve, and nothing that memorable, except, it was nice.   I'd hosted a small party of about 20 people for an

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Thoughts on Mourning: (Mel Brooks after Carl Reiner's death.)  Thoughts.... I'm worried about Mel Brooks. He was married to that ridiculously pretty lady, and it hurt him when she died. Anne Bancroft, that was her name. They seemed so in love. Carl Reiner sort of made it bearable for him. They did an old Black and White bit together. I saw an interview, and the two of them talked like an

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Just so you know, I love you.  That's right, I love you.  I love you, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.  I love you like you are and how ever you'll be tomorrow.  You don't have to do what i do for me to love you.  You don't have to like what I like, feel what I feel, eat what I eat, dance like I dance, believe what I believe, create how I create,

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Disclaimer:     I need to tell you, I stopped selling years ago due to how stressful it was for me to deal with discussing finances with people. A huge chunk of it was self worth issues. The ways I did best weren't as direct, but not facing it wasn't really good for me either. I waffle. I never made enough to survive off of art, but I did make enough to buy supplies...sometimes. I

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    Despite being single, I've experienced ongoing relationship growth including the awareness that with or without a significant other, I've had the same problems. I've gone through the good and the bad all by myself. the difference is I know that I get total credit and blame. I have responsibility and ownership for how I feel, and I've felt the same things. I've felt 100% loved

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Years ago, I attended an open drawing studio.  I brought my sketch pad, some pencils and a kneaded eraser. I am oddly, approachable, or moreso than I'm usually comfortable with. I was more concerned this time about the comfort of the middleaged woman sitting in a white robe waiting for time to start drawing. I'm not good at chit-chat, but I seem to be able to leave my insecurity aside when

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Thoughts on Introversion One reason I love Winter is this morning when I went outside, the neighbor's dog was out for a few minutes, and the neighbor was *not. That means peace. When I heard the dog, I sighed as I was sure my decadent solitude would be interrupted, but there was no need. It was a completely beautiful morning with a bonus dog. Perfect. Far from shyness, introversion, as I

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How I have read, pondered! I've even meditated and researched! I have layers of useless information that could make a stone move itself downstream to escape. The years I have dedicated to deep thinking and wondering where my socks were! A person might think my sacrifice would be right up there with Joan of Arc. I imagined myself  deserving of a paragraph in the annals of Philosophy.

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       Why can't we have all night cafes with old books and a lazily plucking guitarist smelling of tobacco and Bukowski's poetry with a  hat like Tom Waits and callused fingers, maybe one who never quite stands up straight?    He might, but effort's a costly thing when not for the purposes of pleasure, and the night, only lasts so long. (snap-quiet-snap)

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    I guess things got to me, every day things and people. Maybe I've become cynical as people seem to have traded policies for real connections and caps lock for a caring hand. Some days I can't seem to be more than cordial, and some days, I'm just tired, tired of superficial conversations and sources and...nothing that touches the soul.    I forget sometimes to be still,

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I don't recommend English or any other language, not as a first or second form of communication, but more as form of torture. I'm 50 years old. It's my first language, and still I stumble. Try tap dancing instead. You may stub a toe, but it's less painful than dislodging it from the mouth. I once thought the forlorn sentence, "Never the twain shall meet," meant that I would

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I didn't want to bother her. She and two others were standing, waiting at the entrances to their checkout lanes, but I'd already turned in the direction of her aisle, before I noticed she looked a little labored to be standing, and she'd done caught me with the dreaded.....eye contact.. I was stuck.     She turned to go the short way to her register to meet me, but someone was

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What's it all for?    I haven't published a blog post in ages, and my apologies. I've written a lot, but it was mostly for my own growth, and far too self centered to torture another with. I've asked myself the same old questions that I come to time and again, and each time the answers seem to get a little simpler, and a little clearer.     I was scrolling through posts

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I'm a great introvert. You never hear an extrovert saying, "I'm a terrible extrovert," yet I all too often hear, "I'm a terrible introvert." Self judgement can be pretty cruel. I don't talk a lot, but I am a great listener, because I can be still and not have to fill the air with meaningless sound. Conversation isn't a performance, nor a competitive sport. It's a real opportunity to connect, and

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"Might not be finished." (Gratuitous, "I told you so!" ahead)   Narrator, Alistaire Sook suggests in this Telegraph UK Video that JMW Turner's work, "Norham Castle, Sunrise," might not be a finished painting. I nearly fell out of my chair laughing. Why?                          Because I TOLD YOU SO! :D       &

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The article link I'll post was most moving. Far from a list of how men are wrong, or how women are just nuts, this is extremely insightful! Man or woman, I'd encourage anyone to read it.  Here's "Why Women Aren't Crazy." by Yashir Ali  from, "The Good Men Project" Click Here! (Like you mean it.)    Refreshing! This man, Yashir Ali,  is being, "emotionally naked,"

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Summer:      Last night I went outside to enjoy the night air which was a lot like being slapped with a hefty slice of bologna that had laid in the floor after a bloated dog licked it and walked away.      I saw the familiar site of a small green blinking light. A few blinks, and it hesitated then a few more, and I smiled at childhood memories of catching fireflies

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I'm not sure why leaving my house should turn into a neighborhood event, but it does every Spring. Oh, I leave my house all of the time, but once the weather warms, the locals become restless, and begin to socialize the unsuspecting. "It begs the question." What an annoying cliche (as if one were more annoying than the next). I'm bothered by statements that end in a lilt. She was one of three

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From time to time, I get a little nostalgic. I have some lady friends who feel it sometimes too.  I thought it might be time to revisit the ghost of romance past, just to freshen my memory. I also thought it would be a fun idea to do it loosely to the tune of, Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance." <--link  Sing-A-Long! :) (I'm just enjoying (haha!) the memories. For those who want

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I'm not seeing a fundamental difference between men who watch sports and women who watch soap operas. I've done both, and I'm done with both. I did the soaps for a year or two early in life, but my reaction was to get so bored that it motivated me to shut the tv off, and put it in a closet. I've watched sports, because it was there (and I couldn't escape).     Men get emo one way or

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I just came across a blog called, "Wealthy and Loved" that beautifully written. I'd like to direct you to a specific post called, "10 Ways to Love an Introvert"  http://wealthyandloved.com/2012/08/08/how-to-love-an-introvert/    I'd add to number 5 that it's our responsibility as introverts to ask for what we want and need, as difficult as the practice may be, it's well worth the

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Super Frugal and Wicked Fun! :)   I found a blog with the most fun DIY tips. One of these was making homemade body wash or hand soap.     The author, used Ivory soap, but my skin doesn't like Ivory (It burns/dries too much). I'd bought a $1 bar of Tone at a Dollar Tree months ago, and decided the play time alone was worth giving it a go. My recipe turned out differently from

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I'm a Leo, and as any Leo worth their Solar Flares and hairball problems, we know, we are often total screw ups. I know my shortcomings and strengths, and for that reason, I do not argue with any sign...EVER.  Reasons I Never Argue with Your Sign: Aries: It doesn't matter what the argument is about. You will win. The rest of us are simultaneously annoyed and comforted by that

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