A couple boxes of special variety organic canned tomatoes arrived at my P.O. box for me today. Wondered what was in the heavy boxes-Surprise

http://ping.fm/zYCzi Crazy Who Will Win Quinn holiday episode.

http://ping.fm/jZpBs My first Scenic Sunday post, with pix of snowy mountains.

Wish I didn't have to work tonight. Getting really burned out on my job again.

Fiend cat is trying to steal the Brie cheese from my sandwich. This animal knows no shame!

Gay men and heterosexual women have similarly shaped brains, research shows | Science | The Guardian Myself, I am a fabulous gay man trapped in the body of a frumpy heterosexual woman. http://ping.fm/Y3pYg

The waking nightmare of sleep paralysis | Chris French | Science | guardian.co.uk I undergo this with far more frequency than I like. Once in a lifetime would be too much! http://ping.fm/Ndb85

Behcet's Disease A dibilitating, life changing illness. - What are the symptoms? http://ping.fm/IWt33

Lifes Spacings: WARNING http://ping.fm/kFsQq

Rattling Bones Undead Musician Magazine: Buzzin Glows with Holiday Spirit http://ping.fm/J2wzJ

Seeing inside the brain | Science | guardian.co.uk http://ping.fm/ZaEbP

Time to stop wasting time ruminating and get writing. Stores are to be avoided at all costs today. My family will dine on pizza tonight.

I want to change my FB profile name to Blooming Psycho. But they have to approve all name changes. How likely are they to approve that one?

If you live or around Montreal, my weather program tells me there is a freezing rain warning for you folks. Be careful out there, eh?

Missed my dose of Lithium last night. Feeling rather f**ked right now but want to wait till next scheduled dose so as to stay on schedule.

Blooming Psycho's Funhouse: Fantasy Addiction http://ping.fm/nW9KL

For various reasons, the day after the holiday celebrations are over always sucks for me on an emotional level.

Some things are never funny - Lilys New Strange World Today http://ping.fm/mRQmW

Fantasy Addiction

What is Fantasy Addiction?
by Katherine Bouglai

Have you ever been in love with someone who doesn't seem to even notice you exist? You go home and fantasize about him or her being in a relationship with you. Then the next day you see this person in real life only to realize that you can't even talk to each other. You know she is unavailable and you don't want to take any chances. Or perhaps you already took your chances and it didn't work out to your advantage. You may even feel uncomfortable in each other's presence. The energy is strong and it makes it hard to be yourself.

Fantasy addiction is bitter sweet, it makes you feel good at first but if you won't let go of your fantasy, it will turn into longing that will eat you up like a parasite. Letting go of a fantasy is not the same as giving up on a dream. There are good reasons why we dream and fantasize about the things we want to have. Having visions about what your heart desires is a first step to making it happen. However, lingering to those visions can only delay them from being manifested. And that's exactly what fantasy addiction is, lingering and earning. Eventually your dream will turn into a painful empty feeling of an unmet need that will prompt you to do something about it and soon. Get your needs met or make them go away. Since you can't meet your needs at this time, you're only left with the other alternative. Ironically, the quickest way to numb those needs for now is to fantasize more. Now you got yourself into a vicious circle.

Interestingly enough, fantasy addiction happens because at some point we have given up on a bigger dream. Hard to believe, isn't it? Think about it though; remember the time before you met this person. How did you feel or think about falling in love then? Did you believe you couldn't? Were you convinced that no one will fall for you? Were you telling yourself things like "love is for anybody but not for me" or "love will only get you hurt so why bother?" And then suddenly, out of the blue you meet this mysterious person who gives you butterflies in your stomach and everything you used to believe about love that was discouraging, all the things you did not want to believe in the first place - are not true! Halleluiah! Now this mystery man or mystery woman is the answer. He or she is your proof that you CAN indeed fall in love again. It is great that you feel this way now, but there is a trap. If for some reason your mystery man isn't into you as much as you are into him, all the negative self-talk you were giving yourself before he came along becomes true again.

Of course, there is a very good reason why this keeps happening. All the negative self-talk about love bringing pain and heartache, fantasy about unavailable person, unwillingness to take risks are serving you one big purpose - to protect you against the pain you believe love will bring you. Only the truth is that love never brings you pain, it's your thoughts and your beliefs that do.

Copyright (c) 2009 Katherine Bouglai

Katherine Bouglai

Personal Empowerment Coach

www.coaching4singles.com

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Little Fairy's Secret

PLEASE COME MEET LITTLE FAIRY

Why forgiveness is overrated

 From the article on Huffington Post:

The current Archbishop of Dublin, Diarmuid Martin, has conceded that the sexual abuse of a child is a crime in both civil and canon law. You might, perhaps, think that someone who's read the New Testament might conclude it wasn't a great idea on other grounds, too, but we're clearly not talking about a nation of religious Einsteins. What we are talking about is a state-sanctioned squad of (presumably psychopathic) paedophiles who systematically set about destroying people's lives. But now, luckily, the Catholic Church is sorry.

Six thousand miles away, another prominent Christian is sorry. He's called Kaing Guek Eav, but he's better known as Comrade Duch. As head of Tuol Sleng prison from 1975 to 1979, he was the Khmer Rouge's executioner-in-chief. The prisoners in his care were beaten, mutilated and subjected to electric shocks, and then bludgeoned to death and buried in mass graves. "I am," he calmly told a packed courtroom this week, "solely and individually responsible for the loss of at least 12,380 lives." And then he made an astonishing request. "As for the families," he said, "I am asking you to kindly leave your door open for me to make my apologies. May I meet with you to allow me to share your intense and enduring sorrow?"

There has, apparently, been no great rush. Which, perhaps, isn't surprising. There's hardly a single person in Cambodia who was not affected by the mass manipulation, and mass murder, by the Khmer Rouge. Everyone lost relatives. Many lived in (cramped, filthy, degrading) refugee camps for years and years. When you ask Cambodians about that period in their (very recent) history, they mostly go quiet. On a trip to the country earlier this year, our guide took us to Tuol Sleng, pointed to the torture chambers, and refused to go inside. And why would you want to? Why would you want to see the blood on the floor, or walls, or ceiling, that might be your father's, or your uncle's, or your aunt's? What can you say? That that was then and it's all fine now? But it isn't fine now, and I'm not sure it ever will be.

These fine "gentlemen" are deserving of the eternal and enduring hobnail boot of fate delivered swiftly to the groin.

Read the Article at HuffingtonPost