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Talking To Mice

 
Maybe it doesn’t happen in grand style.
Maybe it happens when you find yourself crying all the time, at the table, at the pool, in the car, in public, at the grocery store, even in your dreams.
And maybe you realize it when you find yourself sitting on the floor talking to a mouse.
Shut up. He and I are very close.
Quintesse Quintesse 51-55, F 13 Responses Aug 16, 2012

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God, this was a bad time. Slipping away was an understatement. It was the beginning of four months of absolute hell. Think dull knife penetrating and being turned...Forget dirt. There was a lot of...blood. (I have a flair for the dramatic) But if you're gong to present me with a metaphor I'm going to run with it.

For me, that's not slipping away, that is trying to take hold and deal with something. It's a dirty job, but you have to do it. You have to get dirty to get through. My problem is Im a bit stained but not dirty yet. :)

Heavyduty,
Thank you. I tend to be a grasper, but it often leaves me flailing, so I will try to do what you suggest. Thank you for your compassion.

Love is where you find it
feel but do not grasp it
it is everywhere, for you.

While I sympathize with the emotions involved, I love the simplicity of the story. The pace, mood, and wording are perfect. Well done.

It's whiney crap. I went through a distraught, sad phase. I really did have I mouse friend though. He's gone now, however, hit the road. He was a good friend to me for a while though. Thank you though for the compliment. .

Oh dear..... thinking of you.....whatever tethers you to the day....whatever works to get through those horrible times....and they are kinda cute, those little mice....

heheheeeee<br />
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I know that this informs about a very serious matter, but your ex<x>pression is the stuff of rich, pure comedy.<br />
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Love you Miss Q<br />
b

Your talking to a mouse, Quin. I talk to myself. Out. Loud. <br />
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So I have been told ..........<br />
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Anyway - you two are buddies now. Not a problem. No slipping away going on here :D

Quintesse, I would really like to give you a hug now. It would not help much, but perhaps you could feel you are not alone.

If only I could take the pressure off you! I'm feeling pretty much the same at the moment.<br />
(((Hugs)))

Hey friends are friends right? What's his name? I know you so don't tell me you haven't named him yet.

It happened to me when I found myself trying to gather some $30.00 per pill medication off a the pharmacy parking lot several years ago and than again a couple years ago while finding myself unable to cry anymore. One expects the men in the little whites coats to come but they never do. For you, what feels like insanity is really the only genuine response to living honestly in this world. Things will get better - Ok they may get worst before that and honeslty they may get better and than a whole lot worse again - But someone like you is going to keep on meeting life in a genuine place and that - my friend is why not everyone talks to mice. Not everyone is that brave. Most of them stick their head in the sand and sing a tune of "as if"...

:-)<br />
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♥<br />
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(hug)