Posted by Chachacha
Cancers are all about comfort and love and teaching how to love. One time my ex`s father who is a Cancer kept trying to educate me about love the first time i met him. He was like quizzing me.
His question: What would you do if your married and your husband cheated on you?
My answer: I would try to make it work out because marriage is a contract and im not trying break it but, thus i would treetrunk up his car and life temporarily in the process. =D
His question: Whats love/ or something like how do you know your in love?
My answer: When your away from the person and you feel an emptiness you miss them and think about them all the time
His answer: No that's not love, love is when you feel it in your stomach.
I know what hes talking about but they can be very stubborn sometimes. He kept telling me there's no after life which i beg to differ.
He also told me that anything could happen i could fall in love with my ex's friend. Im like no that wouldn't happen, he was like anything can happen. I'm 100% sure that wouldn't happen i don't even go out of my way to make sure i don't fall for any of my ex's friends. I just know where my boundaries are and i know the consequences.
Posted by dofacc
I find that when I ask for help, I get some very mixed reactions.
I also have to slow wwwaaaayyyyy down for most other people. That tends to make it hard for me to ask for help, and for others to give that help. Seriously, routine tasks that should take maybe 2 minutes can take 5-10 minutes by some people. They have done this very task, hundreds if not thousands of times, but it seems they are doing it for the very first time. Fumble, fuss, "Say, does the paper go HERE in the printer?"
I think that this is a combination of things. 1) People are not used to me asking for help, 2) they keep looking for some sort of hidden message, that is other than my thumb hurts cause I hit it with a hammer, 3) they move way slow from my perspective, and they tend to feel a bit pressured when I zoom by and do it myself without their help.
This feeds back to the emotional detachment that is the genesis of this thread. Put up the wall, keep calm and heavens sake, don't tell them that they are clueless idiots.
As for "giving in" glassblowing, it feels more like giving up, cause those dimwitted slow pokes just don't get what I am saying or trying to do. I just have to give up and find another way.