Today I am officially lonely

wings

So I plan to post on this site for the next few days until I make you all SICK of me.

That is my first idea, maybe I'll get better. I don't get lonely easy, often, hardly ever...okay never. But today I am lonely. You guys are it. Sorry for the burden. I want lots of PM's.....I am probably just setting myself up for rejection, but I DON'T CARE!. I need you right now, so step up. ARUGggghhhH!!!!! SILT!!!!!!! F#CK!!!!!DAMN!!!!!

I need INTERACTION with you....I will post on every current thread that I can possibly think of something to say, so be prepared for some stupid responses. And, on that note, please post stupid responses to this stupid thread. Stupid responses welcome.

Okay.....so.....my dad died Monday night. My mom had another stroke yesterday, and she can't talk anymore. My sister won't talk to me because I asked my daughter (the looser) to come home and help me with the kids. I was losing IT before this happened, now I'm toast.

If you are willing, please tell me something about yourself, I really need friends right now, much more than sympathy.

wings (of the "stick a fork in me I'm done" class)

Rooster

Try playing Halo. It's a lot of fun!

snowbird

(((((((Wings))))))).

Been there. A little time to yourself. A lot of chamomile tea.

You are valued and loved. Never forget that.

Sylvia

worldtraveller

How about some seriously twisted humour? Jeez, you need some friends right now. You have found some here!! Now about that sick humour?

worldtraveller

Too late!!

Fart Football

An old married couple no sooner hit the pillows
when the old man passes gas and says, "Seven Points."

His wife rolls over and says, "What in the world was that?"
The old man replied, "It's fart football."

A few minutes later his wife lets one go and says "Touchdown, tie score."

After about five minutes the old man lets another one go and says,
"Aha. I'm ahead 14 to 7."

Not to be outdone the wife rips out another one and says,
"Touchdown, tie score."

Five seconds go by and she lets out a little squeaker and says,
"Field goal, I lead 17 to 14." Now the pressure is on the old man.

He refuses to get beaten by a woman, so he strains real hard.
Since defeat is totally unacceptable, he gives it everything he's got,
and accidentally poops in the bed.

The wife says, "What the hell was that?"

The old man says, "Half time, switch sides."

wings

Now about that sick humour?

sick humor welcome

FlyingHighNow

Hey Wings, Flyin' here. How does one get to 10,000 posts in less than five years at JWD? Being lonely and doing what you described. Where are you? I think I shall go look and then PM you.

worldtraveller

You asked for it
"On a Valentines day Stella and Eunice are in the kitchen preparing vegetables and gossiping when Eunice looks out of the window. She sees her husband, Bernie, coming up the walkway with a big bouquet of Valentine roses.

Eunice turns to Stella and says, 'Oh, no! He's bringing roses. That means the whole weekend I'll be on my back with my legs up in the air.'

Stella replies, 'What's the matter? Don't you have a vase?'"

Nathan Natas

Hi Wings. I'm sorry for the losses and difficulties you've been facing recently. Do you mind if I tell you a story?

A dervish who had traveled long and hard through the desert finally came to civilization after a long journey. The village was called Sandy Hills, and it was dry and hot. Except for the hay feed and some shrubs, not much greenery was to be found. Cattle were the main means of livelihood for the people of Sandy Hills- had the condition of the soil been different, they might have been able to engage in agriculture as well. The dervish politely asked a passerby if there was someplace where he could find fool and lodging for the night. "Well," said the man, scratching his head, "we don't have such a place in our village, but I am sure Shakir would be happy to provide for you tonight." Then the man gave directions to the ranch owned by Shakir, whose name means "one who thanks the Lord constantly."

On his way to the ranch, the dervish stopped by a small group of old men who were smoking pipes, to reconfirm his directions. From them, he found out that Shakir was the richest man in the area. One of the men said Shakir owned more than a thousand cattle - "And this is more than the wealth of Haddad, who lives in the neighboring village."

A short while later, the dervish was standing in front of Shakir's home, admiring it. As it turned out, Shakir was a very hospitable and kind person. He insisted that the dervish stay a couple of days in his house. Shakir's wife and daughters were just as kind and considerate as he was and provided the dervish with the best. At the end of his stay, they even supplied him with plenty of food and water for his journey.

On his way back into the desert, the dervish could not help puzzling over Shakir's last words at the time of farewell. The dervish had said, "Thank God that you are well off."
"But, dervish," Shakir had replied, "don't be fooled by appearances, for this too shall pass."

During his years on the Sufi path, the dervish had come to understand that anything he heard or saw during his journey offered a lesson to be learned and thus was worthy of contemplation. In fact, that was the reason he had undertaken the journey in the first place -to learn more. The words of Shakir occupied his thoughts and he was not sure if he fully understood their import.

As he sat under the shade of a single tree to pray and meditate, he recalled from his Sufi training that if he kept silent and did not rush to any conclusions, he would eventually find the answer. For he had been taught to be silent and not ask questions; when it was time for him to be enlightened, he would be. Therefore, he shut the door on his thoughts and drowned his soul in a deep meditative state.

And so he passed five more years of traveling to different lands, meeting new people, and learning from his experiences along the way. Every adventure offered a new lesson to be learned. Meanwhile, as Sufi custom required, he remained quiet, concentrating on the instructions of his heart.

One day, the dervish found himself returning to Sandy Hills, the same village at which he had stopped a few years before. He remembered his friend Shakir and asked after him. "He lives in the neighboring village, ten miles from here. He now works for Haddad," a villager answered. The surprised dervish remembered that Haddad was another wealthy man in the region. Happy at the prospect of seeing Shakir again, he rushed toward the neighboring village.

At Haddad's marvelous home, the dervish was welcomed by Shakir, who looked much older now and was dressed in rags. "What happened to you?" the dervish wanted to know. Shakir replied that a flood three years previously had left him with no cattle, and no house. So he and his family had become servants of Haddad, who had survived the flood and now enjoyed the status of the wealthiest man in that area. This turn of fortune, however, had not changed the kind and friendly manner of Shakir and his family. They graciously took care of the dervish in their cottage for a couple of days, and gave him food and water before he left.
As he was leaving, the dervish said, "I am so sorry for what has happened to you and your family. I know that God has a reason for what He does."

"Oh, but remember, this too shall pass."

Shakir's voice kept echoing in the dervish's ears. The man's smiling face and calm spirit never left his mind. "What in the world does he mean by that statement this time?" The dervish now knew that Shakir's final words on his previous visit had anticipated the changes that had occurred. But this time, he wondered what could justify such an optimistic remark. So, again, he let it pass, preferring to wait for the answer.Months and years passed, and the dervish, who was getting on in years, kept traveling without any thought of retiring. Strangely enough, the pattern of his journeys always brought him back to the village where Shakir lived. This time, it took seven years before he got back to Sandy Hills, and by this time Shakir had become rich again. He now lived in the main building of Haddad's compound instead of the small cottage. "Haddad died a couple of years ago," Shakir explained, "and since he had no heir, he decided to leave me his wealth as a reward for my loyal services."

As the visit drew to a close, the dervish prepared for his greatest journey: he would cross Saudi Arabia for the pilgrimage to Mecca on foot, a long-standing tradition among his colleagues. His farewell with his old friend was no different from the others. Shakir repeated his favorite saying, "This too shall pass."

After the pilgrimage, the dervish traveled to India. Upon returning to his motherland, Persia, he decided to visit Shakir one more time to find out what had become of him. So once again he set out for the village of Sandy Hills. But instead of finding his friend Shakir there, he was shown a modest grave with the inscription "This too shall pass." He was more surprised at this than he had been on any of the occasions when Shakir himself had spoken those words. "Riches come and riches go," thought the dervish to himself, "but how can a tomb change?"

From that time on, the dervish made it a point to visit the tomb of his friend every year when he would spend a few hours meditating at Shakir's abode. However, on one of his visits, he found the cemetery and grave gone, washed away by a flood. Now the old dervish had lost the only traces left of a man who had marked the experiences of his life so exceptionally. The dervish stayed at the ruins of the cemetery for hours, staring at the ground. Finally, he lifted his head to the sky and then, as if discovering a greater meaning, nodded his head as a sign of confirmation and said, "This too shall pass."

When the dervish had finally become too old to travel, he decided to settle down and live the rest of his life in peace and quiet. Years passed by, and the old man spent his time helping those who came to him for advice and sharing his experiences with the young. People came from all over to have the benefit of his wisdom. Eventually his fame spread to the king's great adviser, who happened to be looking for someone with great wisdom.

The fact was, the king desired a ring to be made for him. The ring was to be a special one: it was to carry an inscription such that if the king was sad, he could look at the ring and it would make him happy, and if he was happy, he could look at the ring and it would make him sad.

The best jewelers were hired, and many men and women came forward with suggestions for the ring, but the king liked none of them. So the adviser wrote to the dervish explaining the situation, asking for help, and inviting him to the palace. Without leaving home, the dervish sent back his reply.

A few days later, an emerald ring was made and presented to the king. The king, who had been depressed for days, reluctantly put the ring on his finger and glanced at it with a disappointed sigh. Then he started to smile, and a few moments later, he was laughing loudly. On the ring were inscribed the words, "This too shall pass."

Nathan Natas

A man meets a farmer carrying a pig with a wooden leg. He says to the farmer, "why's that pig got a wooden leg?"
The farmer says "This pig is special. Very special. He saved my life once. Leapt off a cliff, swam five miles through stormy seas, fought off a rabid attack dog and pulled me from a burning building. Like a brother to me now, he is."
"Really! But why's he got a wooden leg?"
"A pig this special, you don't eat him all at once!"

Today I am officially lonely

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