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The Art of Driving Your EX... Crazy ðŪâ
The Art of Driving Your EX... Crazy ðŪâ I'm in a contemplative mood, slouched in my darkened living room, wondering â trapped with my obsessive clocks as they all tap *variant beats. I can feel myself drifting towards a desert, filled with parched and faded memories: Where is that oasis? Where is that vivid recollection, the one I can taste and touch, as if I'm there? I found one of those... the other day, in of ALL places â an old and weathered cardboard box. My mother had proudly kept the inventory of everything I'd ever produced in school and shoved it in a box. I opened that crinkled corrugated cube for the first time the other night and stumbled upon a story I'd written in grade 11. Holding that yellowed parchment â penned in legible handwriting that was supposedly mine â brought me back to the VERY moment I was asked to stand up in class and read it. That English course bored me. I'd been wallowing through it, dosing off during the lecture, when Mrs. Robinson (no relation to the real one) called my name, asked me to stand and commanded me to read my assignment; 300 words on â 'Emotions.' I presumed she wanted to embarrass me, thinking I hadn't completed it. I hemmed and hawed, not because I hadn't done it, but because I wasn't sure if it was 'cool' or appropriate to share with my classmates. I protested she requested, I objected, she insisted â she won. I cleared my throat and began to read. I had a dream about you last night. I was walking through the door when I saw you standing next to him. He was taller than me; his hands clutched your waist tighter than I would have. Was he already afraid to lose you? I didn't think you'd notice me â I was draped beneath black shadows. You stared back and smiled, the way you do when you're about to prove something. I knew, as your fingers gently ruffled through his hair, it was a performance. When your lips parted, at first, I thought it was to say a word; stupid me. It was to meet his hungry mouth. You never kiss with your eyes wide open. You made sure I fell into them as they slowly closed while he pressed himself against you. I could smell your scent from where I stood. I would have asked him how you tasted; I'd forgotten. I shouldn't have walked into that place. I watched as you wiped your glistening lips with the tip of a finger; a silver thread from his tongue had lingered. Was there a word you were hiding, one you wanted to share, a secret we could hold? Then why were you glaring? Should I call you later? Was that a sign? I should never have stayed in that space. Your friends told me that you'd be there. I took a chance and hoped I wouldn't find you; then I prayed I would. Why didn't they save us from ourselves? My stomach was a twisted knot; you were deep inside my head. I had a dream about you last night. It felt so real. My sheets still smell of you, barely now. Damn, I hate you, but I fucking miss you more than ever. I looked up at the class and shyly sat down. I had written that story for a girl I was dating or should say â had dated. Diane was sitting up front, near the windows, by then, covering her mouth with her hands in shock. All her friends turned and looked at me. The whole class knew. High school drama; whatcha gonna do, huh? Mrs. Robinson NEVER asked me to read ANY of my assignments out loud again. That memory still resonates. I imagine all of us have nicks and scrapes from a bruised heart. I looked at my yellowed paper, folded it, then placed it in the box and pushed that box back under my bed. Why would I continue to relive my cryptic past? I'm devoted to managing my tangled present. And here I am now... slouched in my darkened living room, wondering â if it's possible to synchronize my untamed clocks, so they ALL 'TICK-tok' at the same fucking time. ........................... *Variant: Although the clocks were all ticking in an asynchronous manner, each one had a different tone and sound; hence â 'variant'. .............................. ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O |
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What was the best or most lasting advice you EVER got from your high school teacher? ðĪ ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Mrs. Robinson (my English teacher) was an elderly lady from England â a real 'prim and proper' sweet woman â and she suggested I go into English or Journalism at University. ðķ I ignored her advice and went into Business. I think about her words once in a blue moon. ðĪ My life would have been COMPLETELY different.âð ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Part of this reminds me of something I have hanging in my office. It's a 'Motivational' pic that shows a skier about to jump off a piste and it says; 'You always miss 100% of the opportunities you don't take'. How did that poet once say it: "Tis better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all".
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Funny, I have zero memories of my high school teachers dispensing advice. There were a couple of them who were fantastic teachers who I remember to this day. I'm afraid that the rest were hardly what you'd call thought-provoking.
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Pity Paul, you should have taken her advice - hey, you're a great writer! (Um .... and forgive me if I have it wrong, but sure you are writing about you this time)? Anyway, whatever - I burst out laughing when you said, "Mrs Robinson never asked me to read any of my assignment out loud again"! ..... And always 'hold onto all those sexy thoughts'! (Remember if you feel like taking part in some sexy fun then click here!) Come on Some Sketch Fun And Now How About 39Me39 Watching 39You39 If you39d like that Please Comment - So if you would like - click here as well!
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3/23/2021 1:11 pm |
The best advice I was given, was to finish what I started! Too bad, i didn't listen. Dude, you should share more blogs with us, you damn good in expression yourself through words. You have a talent! PS, you should be creative and create a character and make a sit-com abouth the character.++++
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Hey Paul, ........Ahhhhhh Memories!.........Sometimes Iâm glad that thereâs ones I Canât remember!.......... Sinfully Yours, backpocket13
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Thanks. Happy to oblige. ââð ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Part of this reminds me of something I have hanging in my office. It's a 'Motivational' pic that shows a skier about to jump off a piste and it says; 'You always miss 100% of the opportunities you don't take'. How did that poet once say it: "Tis better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all". I don't know about you but I did a lot of losing, back in the day. lol ð ðŪ Didn't we all? Or was that just me? ðĪ ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Funny, I have zero memories of my high school teachers dispensing advice. There were a couple of them who were fantastic teachers who I remember to this day. I'm afraid that the rest were hardly what you'd call thought-provoking. But there was this one wood shop professor who's advice I'll never forget: Watch your fingers, the saw doesn't give a shit if it's cutting bone or wood; it's on a mission! ð ð Whenever I power up a saw, I recall his playful grin as he spoke. ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Hmmm... Good advice to follow. And it's true, all these years later â who knew? ðĪ lol ð You musta been a spunky gal, back in the day ; always getting into trouble, or quiet and thoughtful? ðĪ ââð ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Pity Paul, you should have taken her advice - hey, you're a great writer! (Um .... and forgive me if I have it wrong, but sure you are writing about you this time)? Anyway, whatever - I burst out laughing when you said, "Mrs Robinson never asked me to read any of my assignment out loud again"! Writing about moi? Ya recognized that kid with the curly hair? ðĪ lol ð ðŪ Yep... Were you getting into trouble in highschool or were you keeping your blouse buttoned? ââð ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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The best advice I was given, was to finish what I started! Too bad, i didn't listen. Dude, you should share more blogs with us, you damn good in expression yourself through words. You have a talent! PS, you should be creative and create a character and make a sit-com abouth the character.++++ I'm filing and piling them up Who knows â one day? ðĪ lol ð You, musta been a handful, back in the day! ðŪââ ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Hey Paul, ........Ahhhhhh Memories!.........Sometimes Iâm glad that thereâs ones I Canât remember!.......... Sinfully Yours, backpocket13 I had no fear of ANY consequences. I imagine you'd be hanging out with the kids at the 'side door'. ðķ Yep... Some recollections should just stay blurred, right? ðŪ ðââ ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Hello Paul, Thank you for this awesome blog post..I can just see you standing there in all your teenage glory reading this sexy class assignment..How could the lovely Diane resist you ?? Happy Wed Hugs, Ana6
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I would love to have been sitting in that classroom while you read. The clocks need to tick tock together.
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Hello Paul, Thank you for this awesome blog post..I can just see you standing there in all your teenage glory reading this sexy class assignment..How could the lovely Diane resist you ?? Happy Wed Hugs, Ana6 How? Easy, she went for the quarterback of the football ð team. She was hot though. I wonder how she looks today and how her life is turning out. ðĪââ ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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I would love to have been sitting in that classroom while you read. The clocks need to tick tock together. I have WAY too many clocks, spread out throughout my home and if I sit in the right spot - I can hear many of them ticking at different beats. It's like listening to a drummer trying out a wild rhythm. ðŪâââð ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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3/24/2021 3:42 am |
I have a loud ticking clock, I turn on a fan at bedtime to cover that, and other small noises.
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I have a loud ticking clock, I turn on a fan at bedtime to cover that, and other small noises. ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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The best advice.... Came from my high school principal. He said it doesn't matter what I come from, I can spend the rest of my life making it better.
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The best advice.... Came from my high school principal. He said it doesn't matter what I come from, I can spend the rest of my life making it better. I don't know if what to make of that â if he'd shared that with me. I guess, ya did, right? You're smiling and you're bubbly and making it. âââ Am I wrong, or were his words rather harsh? Hey, it's what it was. I can only imagine YOU in high school. TROUBLE! ðð·ð· ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Hmmm... and Wow. I don't know if what to make of that â if he'd shared that with me. I guess, ya did, right? You're smiling and you're bubbly and making it. âââ Am I wrong, or were his words rather harsh? Hey, it's what it was. I can only imagine YOU in high school. TROUBLE! ðð·ð·
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It's a long story.... But I'd finally revealed to the school that my mom hadn't been home in over a week and my brother and I were struggling. We were both in his office, he'd called my grandparents and asked them if they could drive up north and remove us from a bad situation. It was either that or foster care. Actually, I can't even imagine. My brother and I could manage a week or two without our parents, but THAT was all fun and games. Well, ya turned out ok; or at least you're faking it pretty good! ð ð ââðđ ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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The nuns that taught me was always dishing out advice and discipline,maybe why i rebelled when i was young
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