@AdSi Hello :)
I have read carefully what you have written. Honestly, many answers to your addictions, obsessions are already inside you and in your words. Have you ever wondered who you want to be? I'm not talking about psychology, it's not my field and I don't have the necessary skills. Forgive me I just try to learn and improve myself and why not, if I can be useful .. to be there for real.
We all have demons with whom we fight on a daily basis, getting up in the morning is a challenge, whenever you do you have decided to fight. Addictions probably reveal a lack of something, they are an escape valve .. once you have clarified within yourself, I mean inner cleansing, who knows maybe things will improve.
Personally I don't know anyone with the same story as you and I don't want to make up stories. I have respect for everyone, but Alda Merini is a fixed point, maybe you will find in her the answers you are looking for or new questions, or both ... but go on. If you talk about it it is because you are stronger, unconsciously you know it, by writing you show it. Stay safe
Yes, thank you, I'm fine.
Story of the day: How I managed to dislocate my shoulder because of a pigeon.
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Some people can write poetry. Others can write hella good fictional stories/inspirational pieces. Me? I can just share life experiences in hopes of making someone smile or be less bored.
So this is the story of how I dislocated my shoulder because of a pigeon.
Picture a nice, sunny day, not a cloud in the sky. And it was hot af. Its always hot af. I had my radio turned all the way up, my sunglasses and my stringed bikini on.
Now this is by all my favorite swimsuit. Its yellow and doesnt give weird tanlines. If I wanted to surf, its tight enough that my wetsuit can just go right over it no problem.
Anyways, little did I know the swimsuit would be the death of me. Or at least, part of the death of me.
As I walked towards my porch to overlook the ocean (back when i was 17 and visiting the beach), the birds started swarming. I had an issue with PBJs and birds. I like to feed the animals....which was mistake number two. Now for some odd reason there was a pigeon on the beach.
All the seagulls swarmed but i was genuinely interested why there was a pigeon-looking bird on the beach
As I took a step, the strings of my top got caugt on the stair rail. Damned the broken wood.
Mistake number three was when I swung around to get the tye off. And my PBJ fell from my hands.
When the birds swarmed down, I screamed and clumsy me managed to fall backwards down the stairs.
My top ripped, and Willow became a little ball of crazy spin-profanity-screaming-tangled blob.
When I reached the bottom, the last thing I remember seeing before passing out, is that the pigeon....was not a pigeon but rather, a small blob of peanut butter on my sunglasses.
And that my friends is the story of how I dislocated my shoulder because of a “pigeon” -
@willow off sounds entertaining!😂
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@abby-83
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@willow it’ll get better. Did you make another pb&j?
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WAIT SO HOW SURFING GUNNA BE NOW?!!😱😱😱 oh goodness that’s gunna be hard
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WAIT SO HOW SURFING GUNNA BE NOW?!!😱😱😱 oh goodness that’s gunna be hard
@abby-83 I think this is a past experience & shes fine now.
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@stranger_danger smhhhhh @Willow got meh worries for nun ehhh? I see how it is!😯😂
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@abby-83 ay ay bish Im allllllllll goooooooddddd. This happened when I was 17, as I mentioned in the story
But I havent looked at a PBJ the same 😭😭😭 -
@willow ohhh I isn’t see the 17 part yet lol oops🤷🏻♀️
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You need to visit a veterinarian ASAP.