The Dino-Aspie Ex-Café (for Those 40+... or feeling creaky)

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this is almost as good as "where's waldo?"

Krex - I was very moved by what you said above, and you said it beautifully. The evaporating ocean metaphor gave me chills. Ground control to Major Krex. Wow. There is a powerful connection going on there between you and your parents and the physical distance between you is probably responsible for strong emotional connection. It really is a spiritual connection then, that you have with them and they with you. Isn't that the superiority of mind over matter? The MBE thing. Whatever it is, it's beautiful, Krex. It's love. In the end, what is there but those ties that bind us to the significant others in our lives...and to each other. It sure as hell isn't money or matter. Take your protein pills and put your helmet on.

chuck did you ever talk about ritaline and add in the cafe? and if so, any idea when? (not exactly, but just like very long ago, last year, a few months ago or something)

Another sad topic

Krex, I was rereading your post from a few pages back regarding the impending death of your parents. If this is a sad concept for you, I have compassion.

Sometimes if we do not have children, then the death of our parents is like the last link severed. Do you have nieces and nephews, or god children? Or any other family members that are supportive? I have only my son and daughters. I am not a grandmother yet.

It is one thing not to be social, and it is another thing to not have people remember you after your own journey on this earth is finished.

It's easy to find Chuck...

In the front, there's a guy with a picture on one side and a guy with a gun at the other end.
Now, the three guys in white shirts at the front... start with the one furthest from the guy with the gun.
Behind him, there's a guy. Go from him, along that row, past the guy holding the "1071" red on yellow thing, to the next guy.
Go back one from him and move along the row to the guy behind the guy you went past first after the first guy on the first row you looked at (the one behind the white-shirted guy nearest the picture holding guy).
Behind him, there's a black guy. Go past the black guy standing next to him, and along to the end of that row, then go back one, and along to the other end of that row.
Forward three, and along to the one holding the shield.
Go back one from him, then to the taller guy next to him.
Back one again, and go towards the centre of the picture, not just one guy, but to the second guy.
Chuck's standing in front of him.

See... easy.

Getting dizzy....Got any bonine Chuck?

We all did look the same, especially after a day in the dirt. Couldn't tell who was who. My name was 68. That's as individual as they wanted us to be in bootcamp. Exactly the same, just a different number. Out of boot they wanted us to all be individuals who could think and operate by and for ourselves, although we trained as teams of 4 men, each with a different specialty, but generalists who essentially knew how to do at least a little of what the other team members did. Back when I was in, over half the platoon was made up of prisoners who had been given the option to join the marines, or finish their jail time. Now you can't get into the marines if you have a criminal record of any sort. We were a motley crew, but I actually learned an awful lot about people, life, friendship, and the value of humor from those yahoos. We were tight. My fireteam won the General Harry Schmidt Trophy in 1977 - best unit in the US Marine Corps Reserve. General Miller flew in from Washington to present our award.

Best wishes to the new 1071.

Do you have a question about Ritalin, Lemon?

Laurie and I both have ADD, so we probably discussed it here - I know we discussed it between ourselves, but I don't know if we talked about it in the cafe' in a serious way. I'll be glad to answer any questions you have.
(are you ADD too? )

...sorry richie! had to take it myself!

The marines are a branch of the Navy. [Marines joke and say, "Yes, we are a department of the Navy - the men's department." Sailors joke about us being jarheads (empty headed). (None of us has been smart enough to figure out why).] All branches of service have a 5 star General - except the marines. The highest ranking marine is a 4 star General, so all the other branches of service outrank us. But we do answer to and report directly to the Navy. The marines may very well be phased out one day. The Navy has Seals as their Special OPs Unit. The main difference operationally is that Marines train on land (jungles, swamps, deserts, mountains - all-terrain), in the ocean, and air jumps, while the Navy sails to Hawaii and takes vacations.

I'll gladly answer questions about women with ADD if you need, Lemon. And I did take Ritalin for awhile.

I agree. One of short white guys. Behind the short white guy who stands forth from the left on the first complete row of green uniformed prisoner/idjuts.

But thank you for your service to the country.

i have no idea whether i have add, i guess it would show, but do not know what exactly would show...
no it is for someone else, we were talking about the medication, and i wondered what it exactly does?

It's supposed to help calm you down, by making you less hyper and such.

In my case, it just made me worse.

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I think we do all want to be remembered by someone, somewhere. I wonder sometimes which is the harder. It seems to me that not having strong emotional ties to other beings would reduce the amount of sorrow and anxiety one would have to experience over their loss or their suffering. It is extremely unbearable to watch loved ones, especially children, suffer and not be able to relieve their suffering. Distancing ourselves from others would eliminate or reduce that suffering both for ourselves and for them. We might even be willing to sacrifice joy in order to avoid the pain of losing it. No relationships, no suffering. There is some kind of trade off going on here, no matter which way you look at it.

I was able to take my mother's death in stride. All of my crying for her was done while she was alive. I wanted her life to be joyful, fulfilled, meaningful. I wanted a real and true relationship with her but it never happened. My attachment to my mother was and still is very strong and deep but I did not feel grief when she died because I was all grieved out in advance. The grief leaked out, it eked out gradually over the years so that when she died it felt like there was no real loss, or that her death was anticlimactic.

My father's death came as a shock. It was sudden and hopefully, painless. He died at 83 cooking his dinner. The Italian sausage was still cooking in the skillet and his beer was cold and still had a head when my nephew found him dead on the kitchen floor. That's the way to go. I freaked out and I'll never forget the uncontrollable wails that shot out of me from the depths of my soul when I saw his dead body. The freak-out and the sorrow were genuine but very brief.

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