tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post1358037838021913637..comments2023-11-03T05:20:30.265-07:00Comments on Whopping Cornbread: There's never nothingNorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16507644743409364179noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-13793579817340447952009-03-29T17:22:00.000-07:002009-03-29T17:22:00.000-07:00I can relate to this because I like to stay hidden...I can relate to this because I like to stay hidden 99% of the time and choose when I want to pop out of my hole.Dani In NChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15032707452740200776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-9587965094822989492009-03-27T21:40:00.000-07:002009-03-27T21:40:00.000-07:00I think this revelation of yourself is important. ...I think this revelation of yourself is important. It sounds important. Keep thinking about it.<BR/><BR/>Trying to read in order. Now back above to part II.JCKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04582581376724478366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-27056199823006310322009-03-20T10:14:00.000-07:002009-03-20T10:14:00.000-07:00I'm thinking maybe I need a therapist--stoner or o...I'm thinking maybe I need a therapist--stoner or otherwise.<BR/><BR/>I actually think your networking for the future sounds pretty good, but then again I'm a pragmatic extrovert.Jenn @ Juggling Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14455967210924573398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-22453799722777181782009-03-19T21:19:00.000-07:002009-03-19T21:19:00.000-07:00I get that, too. I mean, I get the reveal-ability ...I get that, too. I mean, I get the reveal-ability cloak. <BR/><BR/>How about this. While I was growing up, I wore glasses, and I always had this feeling like *I* was behind my glasses. My clothes might be sticking out the bottom, but *I* was not visible to anyone.<BR/><BR/>Then I got a Big Important Job and got married and? I got contacts.<BR/><BR/>Then I became a mom & went back to glasses and that feeling of semi-invisiblity!<BR/><BR/>Wait -- this is your blog, not mine. Sorry. <BR/><BR/>DO NOT WORRY about work. Really. Worrying about work is an east coast thing. You're on the west coast now, and out here they say, "It's all good, dude." It's all good.Jennifer (ponderosa)https://www.blogger.com/profile/17712875613623664156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-38287987569892136432009-03-19T13:45:00.000-07:002009-03-19T13:45:00.000-07:00Maybe a stoner therapist would have greater insigh...Maybe a stoner therapist would have greater insight. It's worth a try. Or would be...if I was still going to one.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-464042154573715242009-03-19T12:32:00.000-07:002009-03-19T12:32:00.000-07:00There is a big difference between being invisible ...There is a big difference between being invisible and disappearing. What would be the good of having an invisibility cloak if it didn't mean anything when you took it off?<BR/><BR/>And thanks for stopping by Chicken Mecca. I'm a big fan of yours - both here and Bean Pot (which is SO up my philosophical alley). I started reading when someone mentioned you awhile back. Jonniker, maybe?Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05628196820168673056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-75675876057998647022009-03-18T19:34:00.000-07:002009-03-18T19:34:00.000-07:00I don't suppose you have your therapist's number h...I don't suppose you have your therapist's number handy, do you?Taniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09886049581948361060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-44305498091147073892009-03-18T19:28:00.000-07:002009-03-18T19:28:00.000-07:00There's never nothing. One to remember. I had a th...There's never nothing. One to remember. <BR/>I had a therapist who told me there aren't right and wrong choices, just different options.lapofluxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00092693467117246809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-10914563794121351102009-03-18T09:48:00.000-07:002009-03-18T09:48:00.000-07:00I'm the same! And sometimes I forget I don't have ...I'm the same! And sometimes I forget I don't have my invisibility cloak on and sit and stare at people like I think they can't see me. Until they stare back...<BR/><BR/>As for work v. Stay home with kids...<BR/><BR/>22 years ago I took the leap and quit to raise my kids full time. I'll never regret. But I thought I'd never get the chance to go back. 5 years ago I took another leap and went back to work--for the same company! And that's been great too. Who would have known?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-14203325779434310302009-03-18T08:49:00.000-07:002009-03-18T08:49:00.000-07:00there is never nothing... there is always somethin...there is never nothing... there is always something... Deep when you ponder it. <BR/>really, your proclamation here makes complete sense. Honestly... I think it boils down to control... I struggle with control. Maybe it actually doesn't boil down to control at all, it mearely implies control to me because I struggle with control... <BR/><BR/>oye.Mistyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09505420894898738638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-66070969139450471442009-03-18T08:11:00.000-07:002009-03-18T08:11:00.000-07:00So, there's always something? I like that, as it i...So, there's always something? I like that, as it is my experience that there is. Just when I think that everything is mellow and easy, there is something again. I'll be darned if it doesn't turn out that way every time.Irenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05043376053971475659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-44093317064043258582009-03-18T07:43:00.000-07:002009-03-18T07:43:00.000-07:00There's never nothing. How much do I love that?There's never nothing. How much do I love that?Angie McCullaghhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13338130265872869124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-54419566087830429782009-03-18T07:18:00.000-07:002009-03-18T07:18:00.000-07:00I so want that cloak.I so want that cloak.smalltownmehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10857871195417461235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-20457294858996096552009-03-18T05:24:00.000-07:002009-03-18T05:24:00.000-07:00I get that. As a dyed-in-the-wool introvert, I've...I get that. As a dyed-in-the-wool introvert, I've had days where I'd love to wander amongst society and observe but not be approached or talked to. Actually, most days, if I'm being truthful. My husband has always been quite good at the networking thing, whereas I have to summon false cheer to even attempt it.jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01074805816407286017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9043527093315561242.post-81692994219120515622009-03-18T04:53:00.000-07:002009-03-18T04:53:00.000-07:00There is never nothing? Hummm. I must ponder on t...There is never nothing? Hummm. I must ponder on this. My therapist – who by the way has never advised me to smoke pot, though that probably really does have fewer risky side effects than anti-depressants, far more holistic?- anyway my therapist said at my last session…”so what I am hearing is that you want to feel and hear from people that what you do has value.” To which I burst into tears and said. “yes.” That is simple isn’t it?Mary Alicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08923591889426758103noreply@blogger.com