But, funny story. I talked with a friend in the uni today and mentioned Hollaback Israel. A student walked by, caught the name of the site, and immediately turned around and asked if we're from the site. I raised my hand and nodded. And then, she started: "you've changed the world. No, really. You have no idea", and kept talking for 5 minutes on how the site helped her to show other men women's perspective and how her baby sister is now shouting and and shaming anyone who dares to holler at her.
Shir, you are so awesome. Seriously.
I heard those guys changed their names to Crushing Disappointments.
Shir, maybe watch some TV/film/video that includes unobtainable rather than immoral crushes?
Too much horseradish on my sandwich! Aieeeee!
Shir, you have my sympathy but no wisdom.
Feh. The restaurant I'd been hoping to order a wood oven pizza from closed their kitchen five minutes before I called. They're not reopening until tomorrow. The hell? Were they expecting their revenue to be down because of people staying in for the Superbowl.
t / first world problems
I love you too, y'all.
I heard those guys changed their names to Crushing Disappointments.
From your keyboard to the Gods' ears, and if I may add, without the two of us dragging our hormones and his DW into a very serious mistake. I don't think I'll ever do that, nothing ever happened, but I really don't want to put myself to the test. And all this Grr Arrging is kind of counter productive.
Shir, maybe watch some TV/film/video that includes unobtainable rather than immoral crushes?
Any recommendations?
A friend suggested something neat: since it's a purely physical attraction, to eat something I hate everytime I see him, so that my body will connect between him and the bad flavour.
I told her I'll try it, but if it'll make me to eat a lot of anise candies in vain and still feeling attracted to him, I might shoot her.
And yes, I really do want to shoot my own hormones for this thing. We don't deserve this.
From your keyboard to the Gods' ears, and if I may add, without the two of us dragging our hormones and his DW into a very serious mistake. I don't think I'll ever do that, nothing ever happened, but I really don't want to put myself to the test. And all this Grr Arrging is kind of counter productive.
Oh Shir, I totally understand what this is like. Honestly. I've been on both sides of the infidelity fence and I can't endorse either one.
I LOVE your friend's suggestion. Aversion therapy is useful, especially when dealing with a physical impulse.
Every. Time. you find yourself obsessing know that what you REALLY want is NOT breaking your moral code, or acquiring a memory that will follow you for a very long time (believe me, I know whereof I speak).
Shout to yourself, What do I really want?! I want to feel GOOD! Then find something else that makes you feel good.
Or come here and we'll talk you out of your tree.
I told her I'll try it, but if it'll make me to eat a lot of anise candies in vain and still feeling attracted to him, I might shoot her.
Oh, that's funny.
Have you ever seen My So-Called Life?
First World Problem: I bought jeans at Value Village (thrift store) yesterday (because I am a larger size than heretofore encompasses in my wardrobe, sadly) and one pair I bought was artistically pee-distressed with cute little almost holey but not patches. And after washing them and putting them on, one of those distressed patches is now just a hole. A big hole. Hrmph.
