Tell ultra-depressed Pu-bell

I woke up today and, perhaps in some latent reaction to deep-seeded feelings about Virginia Tech, I started thinking about things that I have probably done for the last time in this life.

Feel the chilled breeze hit my face looking over the cliffs of Normandy....

Play golf with my dad....

Toss my kids into the air.....

Be nice to BYH (actually, I love the guy).

It's been very dark, but I believe cathartic.

Anyone ever gone to this place?

 

Why have these things been done for the last time?

 

Dad is not capable.

Kids are too big.

Sheer, wallowing depression led to me typing the first one.

 

I haven't done enough to really lament, plus, the things I have done are so basic I'm doomed to repeat them hundreds of times over.

 

Yes.
Here's what you can do.

Walk the fields at Gettysburg, or Antietam, or Yorktown.
Do whatever it is of which your Dad is still capable.
Have your kids toss you in the air.

Believe me, P-bell, my list is longer than yours.
I think the only solution for thinking about things you've done for the last time is to do new things for the first time.

 

I hear ya.

 

I'm such a fucking wallower.

 

Me, too.
In my case, it's the Irish thing.

 

But, of course, you're right.

I need to find my true self, slap it silly, and get out of the hole.

 

Pube, as long as you treat the people around you well, and you always make sure the people you love know you love them, life's a beautiful thing.

I've been different since the VT thing. I've never been more politically motivated and convinced the world is going straight to hell, but at the same time, I have tried to tell everyone I love that I love them, including my dad, where it had always been understood but never to my knowledge been said.

 

My problem isn't with those close to me knowing how much they mean to me.

This is a much more self-contained, insular issue.

 

Appropriate to be bumping uglies with the penis cream thread.