theprisoner wrote:
At risk of sounding Narcissistic. If I knew how handsome I'd look. I woulda grew out my hair, years ago. I look like a rockstar in need of a band. Difference is night and day.
I'm reminded of Kurt Cobain RIo Di Janerio When he was recording In Utero January 1993. Nirvana was my first musical obsession.
I've been to Aberdeen, Washington. No Cobain stuff but I knew about his house and the park. I basically just drove thru it. I did pause at the Star Wars store because I previously thought I had a friend.
I've learned you have to turn the hurt around inside your head. You reverse it basically. You are at your lowest point when you think you can't take any more, just reverse it and think about what else could be worst. You think about putting your self into a situation so bad, you will pray to be back at your present moment. So it hurts when you you see a common bond with a lost friend, for me it is a pain that hits you like drugs (cocaine flame in the blood stream), stop and think about a "what if" a horrible accident, cancer, or whatever ...were to overtake your life. Put yourself there and think about you would feel and how you would be wishing to be at the present.
All my loves start with being a friend, it f*****g hurts when I lose a friend.
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