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PrintableTherapy said: Mine means exactly what it says. I am breaking free of old...
Old means conditioning and patterns that I endured throughout my childhood from mainly my parents. These ways of living are painful and ones that I have continued to use, even though they are outdated and I no longer need them. I have had a lot of personal therapy. Through this therapy, I have had confirmed a belief that I have held small for a lot of years. That life can be better. That I can *feel* happier. But I have to do something to feel happier. And that is use various ways that I have learnt to learn about myself. Self nuturing, daily communication with myself in a journal. I am with the very nature of myself + I feel alive here. Again, by being with the nature of myself, I mean exactly what I say. I believe feeling good and living a simple yet fulfilling life, to be the fundamental part of living to my potential. All of the conditioning in life, sits 'on top' of this natural way of living and has stopped me from just 'being'. Recently, I have experienced being with this part of myself more. Hence, my signature. At last! Someone's seriously answered my question with concrete examples. Thanks Therapy. | |
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Excellent response, Therapy...and wonderful to know...  | |
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Do I REALLY have to explain my signature? | |
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ConsciousContact said: At last! Someone's seriously answered my question with concrete examples. Thanks Therapy. You are welcome, friend 8) | |
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wellbeyond said: Excellent response, Therapy...and wonderful to know...
8) Thanx man... How are you btw? | |
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CarrieLee said: Do I REALLY have to explain my signature?
No my dear. That is not wisdom, that is perfection. | |
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Therapy said: wellbeyond said: Excellent response, Therapy...and wonderful to know...
8) Thanx man... How are you btw? Overall, doin' good, Therapy...  Hope you're doing the same...  | |
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CarrieLee said: Do I REALLY have to explain my signature?
Best P.org Signature Award: CarrieCee...(claps, whistles, confetti...) | |
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mine is an answer india aire gave as to why she was single. i loved using that response when people asked me why i was still single at 30-something. | |
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My signature says everything about me. "Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut." Ernest Hemingway | |
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CONSCIOUSCONTACT? here is ur answer 
If u dare to read it all... Suicide is nothing but a short cut to the other side. Long time ago, in the subway, in Paris, as always, it was so crowed, full of strangers coming from a nowhere, heading head down straight to their other nowhere, indifferent to each other. The screaming of the steel wheels on the steel rails were covering the sound of this woman, sobbing quietly, looking out the window into the tunnel’s doom. Somehow I noticed her, hunched, she was rocked gently by the wagon, like a baby in a cosy cradle. She probably was 10 years younger than she looked, this is how bad she did look. Not sure if any one else noticed this crushed person, in this corner of this seat, in this train. But I did, and like everyone else I didn’t even care that she was bleeding tears, in front of a few dozen other humans, stranger to stranger, I simply ignored her. Then after few minutes, I started starring at her, for no other reason than an ill instinct, the scavenger's one, like the drivers slowing down, glancing at a wreck scene on the highway, eyes hungry for shattered glass, shattered lives, red blood and blue lights. I wanted to be a witness of this human decomposition. I felt like a kid, cruel, mean and cold, poking with a stick a wounded bird to make flop his broken wings in the dust and maybe hear them crack. Then, suddenly, inside something flipped, I felt overwhelmed, flooded with a guilty feeling, as if we had a thought connection, without any eye contact, without any words, just my heart started beating at her pace. Pains from the past started attacking my soul from all over, fears of the future surrounding me like hyenas on the hunt. I knew what she was thinking, I felt what she was wanting...NOTHING... Simply NOTHING. Seems as if wanting nothing was the doorstep to happiness, but here, now, it was the doorstep to loneliness, to sheer distress. Conquering emptiness. We all felt this vacuum sucking our soul in, we all felt this ackwardingly captivating vertigo, the call of Death whispering in our ears, sipping on our soul, pigging on our hopes, until not even a crumb was left over to pick up and taste life’s flavour. Somehow, the cruel kid in me, got a soul whoopin' from the child within me, and all of us. With the most sincere smile I walked up to the bench she was sitting, ( she never noticed me coming, cutting my way through those stiff harms, the sighted blinds and cold hearted warm bodies) I sat in front of her, a little nervous and with the innocence of a kiddo, I bluntly asked, "are U okay, ma’am?" backed it all up with a smile, and somehow, few hours later, in a "café" we were sharing our thoughts, and she thanked me for getting her sidetracked from what she was about to do... She bought herself a one-way ticket to wherever it is we believe, and a smile got get out of the tunnel into the daylight and we traded the dark thoughts for a couple black coffees. When I got home, I wrote: Smile away, you might save someone’s life today! Born 2 smile | |
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Mine is about some little piece of history that occured somewhere in cyberspace. I therefore decided 2 promote myself as an "original", even though I am clearly the 3rd one in line... 
How's that 4 irony? |
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moderatorI am Gandalf.So I need say no more.I am no cheap conjurer of tricks,I am your friend. | |
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My current signature is like me... totally misunderstood!
In fact, I just explained to Goey that the USA does not really want to bomb him. I added a translation for extra clarity. | |
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just what it say's [This message was edited Wed Feb 12 18:16:44 PST 2003 by LatinaAngel4u] | |
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My signature is simply a humerous take on a certain recent J-Lo song and is intended 2 make me seem like a half-witted, doofuss.
I think it succeeds rather well. "...because no-one gets there alone." - "...I like the floor. It's the only thing that seems real." | |
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SupaFunkyOrgangrinderSexy said: Well, I use my aggressively gay abilities to convert and coerce straight men into having sex with me and doing things they don't want to do.
Try it, it works!! 
*applies industrial strength tape to behind* | |
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i come into contact with a lot of dumb-asses every single day... it depresses and aggravates me... there is no dumb-ass vaccine, but i wish there were...
plus, i like jimmy buffett...  Mr. Ellis Dee-licious, the Official NPGigolo 
Candy Dulfer is my boo...  | |
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No words of wisdom, just a phrase. But i have had customers on my job say that(my sig) to me, that or Mr. Telephone Man(which i can't stand to hear anymore)
No wiser for the edit [This message was edited Wed Feb 12 19:00:37 PST 2003 by SuperC] | |
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Smiley said: CONSCIOUSCONTACT? here is ur answer
If u dare to read it all... Suicide is nothing but a short cut to the other side. Long time ago, in the subway, in Paris, as always, it was so crowed, full of strangers coming from a nowhere, heading head down straight to their other nowhere, indifferent to each other. The screaming of the steel wheels on the steel rails were covering the sound of this woman, sobbing quietly, looking out the window into the tunnel’s doom. Somehow I noticed her, hunched, she was rocked gently by the wagon, like a baby in a cosy cradle. She probably was 10 years younger than she looked, this is how bad she did look. Not sure if any one else noticed this crushed person, in this corner of this seat, in this train. But I did, and like everyone else I didn’t even care that she was bleeding tears, in front of a few dozen other humans, stranger to stranger, I simply ignored her. Then after few minutes, I started starring at her, for no other reason than an ill instinct, the scavenger's one, like the drivers slowing down, glancing at a wreck scene on the highway, eyes hungry for shattered glass, shattered lives, red blood and blue lights. I wanted to be a witness of this human decomposition. I felt like a kid, cruel, mean and cold, poking with a stick a wounded bird to make flop his broken wings in the dust and maybe hear them crack. Then, suddenly, inside something flipped, I felt overwhelmed, flooded with a guilty feeling, as if we had a thought connection, without any eye contact, without any words, just my heart started beating at her pace. Pains from the past started attacking my soul from all over, fears of the future surrounding me like hyenas on the hunt. I knew what she was thinking, I felt what she was wanting...NOTHING... Simply NOTHING. Seems as if wanting nothing was the doorstep to happiness, but here, now, it was the doorstep to loneliness, to sheer distress. Conquering emptiness. We all felt this vacuum sucking our soul in, we all felt this ackwardingly captivating vertigo, the call of Death whispering in our ears, sipping on our soul, pigging on our hopes, until not even a crumb was left over to pick up and taste life’s flavour. Somehow, the cruel kid in me, got a soul whoopin' from the child within me, and all of us. With the most sincere smile I walked up to the bench she was sitting, ( she never noticed me coming, cutting my way through those stiff harms, the sighted blinds and cold hearted warm bodies) I sat in front of her, a little nervous and with the innocence of a kiddo, I bluntly asked, "are U okay, ma’am?" backed it all up with a smile, and somehow, few hours later, in a "café" we were sharing our thoughts, and she thanked me for getting her sidetracked from what she was about to do... She bought herself a one-way ticket to wherever it is we believe, and a smile got get out of the tunnel into the daylight and we traded the dark thoughts for a couple black coffees. When I got home, I wrote: Smile away, you might save someone’s life today! That was the most powerful and useful thing that occured today!... Thank You | |
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The wisdom in my sig is SO obvious...  I never met you, but I LOVE you & I will forever!! Thank you for being YOU - my little Princey, the best to EVER do it | |
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Muse2noPharaoh said: Smiley said: CONSCIOUSCONTACT? here is ur answer
If u dare to read it all... Suicide is nothing but a short cut to the other side. Long time ago, in the subway, in Paris, as always, it was so crowed, full of strangers coming from a nowhere, heading head down straight to their other nowhere, indifferent to each other. The screaming of the steel wheels on the steel rails were covering the sound of this woman, sobbing quietly, looking out the window into the tunnel’s doom. Somehow I noticed her, hunched, she was rocked gently by the wagon, like a baby in a cosy cradle. She probably was 10 years younger than she looked, this is how bad she did look. Not sure if any one else noticed this crushed person, in this corner of this seat, in this train. But I did, and like everyone else I didn’t even care that she was bleeding tears, in front of a few dozen other humans, stranger to stranger, I simply ignored her. Then after few minutes, I started starring at her, for no other reason than an ill instinct, the scavenger's one, like the drivers slowing down, glancing at a wreck scene on the highway, eyes hungry for shattered glass, shattered lives, red blood and blue lights. I wanted to be a witness of this human decomposition. I felt like a kid, cruel, mean and cold, poking with a stick a wounded bird to make flop his broken wings in the dust and maybe hear them crack. Then, suddenly, inside something flipped, I felt overwhelmed, flooded with a guilty feeling, as if we had a thought connection, without any eye contact, without any words, just my heart started beating at her pace. Pains from the past started attacking my soul from all over, fears of the future surrounding me like hyenas on the hunt. I knew what she was thinking, I felt what she was wanting...NOTHING... Simply NOTHING. Seems as if wanting nothing was the doorstep to happiness, but here, now, it was the doorstep to loneliness, to sheer distress. Conquering emptiness. We all felt this vacuum sucking our soul in, we all felt this ackwardingly captivating vertigo, the call of Death whispering in our ears, sipping on our soul, pigging on our hopes, until not even a crumb was left over to pick up and taste life’s flavour. Somehow, the cruel kid in me, got a soul whoopin' from the child within me, and all of us. With the most sincere smile I walked up to the bench she was sitting, ( she never noticed me coming, cutting my way through those stiff harms, the sighted blinds and cold hearted warm bodies) I sat in front of her, a little nervous and with the innocence of a kiddo, I bluntly asked, "are U okay, ma’am?" backed it all up with a smile, and somehow, few hours later, in a "café" we were sharing our thoughts, and she thanked me for getting her sidetracked from what she was about to do... She bought herself a one-way ticket to wherever it is we believe, and a smile got get out of the tunnel into the daylight and we traded the dark thoughts for a couple black coffees. When I got home, I wrote: Smile away, you might save someone’s life today! That was the most powerful and useful thing that occured today!... Thank You Indeed! Great story. If only we were all so helpful. | |
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IceNine said: F...
omg,rofl! FFF... FFFU... FFFUUU... FFF FFF FFF FUCK YOU. Think twice, speak once, or say no word at all | |
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Want me to explain mine? It looks simple , but there's a story(book) behind it, about how the TRC mugs changed my life. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
....and remember: Members get to hear it last  | |
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Are you local? | |
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Mine's a double! Arsene Wenger
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Muse2noPharaoh, Aerogram thank U both for taking the time to read it. To answer a couple Orgers questions, "yes" I wrote it, and "yes" this is just about how it happened. At least this is how I translated my emotions and perceptions into words. May all of U have a great day. JKJ . Born 2 smile | |
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Wool really does bother me... itchy... very itchy... | |
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I'm proud of my heritage.  My name is BISCUIT...and I am funky!  | |
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JimmyNothing said: Mine's a double! Arsene Wenger
Bolux | |
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