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Threadbare security blankets...



Threadbare security blankets and universal comfort zones: #1. Going steady with the devil we know and, in the process, becoming wallflowers at the dance... too timid to play the upside possibilities of an attractive field. #2. Under-appreciating the integrity of essential ingredients and compensating by overseasoning. #3. Becoming vulnerable to being deceived by people and things we love, such as homegrown theories and often expressed opinions. #4. Reserving rights of free speech for ourselves and our friends, while denying them to boat rockers and other bothersome folks, whose points of view were 'not invented here' and whom we've predetermined are definitely 'not our kind'. #5. Talking the talk about intellectual honesty and an open ended search for truth one day and the next day becoming bulldogmatic adamant about our fragile doubts. #6. Instinctvely opening with the same ole e4 or d4 without even considering alternative moves. #7. Embracing the negativity of a waist-high culture, saying 'yes' with 'no problem' and replacing a straightforward 'no' with a pussyfoot 'maybe'. List goes on...



#8. ______________

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Yes, yes and 'Do Lists'. Just a carryover tendency from a demanding

career, which still seems to help me stay focused and organized.

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I used to posses the habit of making shopping lists, and it worked
marvels since I am a disorganized person when it boils down to things I
consider minor in my scale of interests.

However, at some point I found myself investing lots of time on making
the supermarket list, and I realized it had become way too elaborate and
my precious time was being sucked in by such a menial task.

Now, I simply storm into the supermarket, grab whatever strikes the
mood, and then, at home, I figure out what the hell can I cook mixing
tandoori with hot cake paste, an issue of Vanity Fair and guava juice.

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Originally posted by Seitse
I used to posses the habit of making shopping lists, and it worked
marvels since I am a disorganized person when it boils down to things I
consider minor in my scale of interests.

However, at some point I found myself investing lots of time on making
the supermarket list, and I realized it had become way too elaborate and
my precious time was being ...[text shortened]... hell can I cook mixing
tandoori with hot cake paste, an issue of Vanity Fair and guava juice.
Relate directly to your experience, Seitse. Yes, I do lists and maintain

necessary economies but also give in to many impulse extravagances.

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Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
Relate directly to your experience, Seitse. Yes, I do lists and maintain

necessary economies but also give in to many impulse extravagances.
Well, you are blessed indeed. I just can't find the balance between such extremes.

When in the supermarket, for me it's all or nothing. I'e always thought
shopping is a reflection of how we live our lives.

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Originally posted by Seitse
Well, you are blessed indeed. I just can't find the balance between such extremes.

When in the supermarket, for me it's all or nothing. I'e always thought
shopping is a reflection of how we live our lives.
Understand but remember we really can't live our whole lives in one

day or supermarket excursion. Prudent to save some for tomorrow.



😀

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Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
[b]Threadbare security blankets...



Threadbare security blankets and universal comfort zones: #1. Going steady with the devil we know and, in the process, becoming wallflowers at the dance... too timid to play the upside possibilities of an attractive field. #2. Under-appreciating the integrity of essential ingredients and ...[text shortened]... ghtforward 'no' with a pussyfoot 'maybe'. List goes on...



#8. ______________[/b]
I like my blanket, it keeps me warm at night. 😕

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Originally posted by Ice Cold
I like my blanket, it keeps me warm at night. 😕
Electric?

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Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
Electric?
Slide?

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Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
[b]Threadbare security blankets...



Threadbare security blankets and universal comfort zones: #1. Going steady with the devil we know and, in the process, becoming wallflowers at the dance... too timid to play the upside possibilities of an attractive field. #2. Under-appreciating the integrity of essential ingredients and ...[text shortened]... ghtforward 'no' with a pussyfoot 'maybe'. List goes on...



#8. ______________[/b]
#8. Developing a fragile hero self image (a form of pseudo in lieu of genuine self esteem, autonomy and invincibility), which by definition expects others to do their part to keep the doll inflated... and reacts vehemently against those who intentionally expose it as phony cobwebs on the face of unreality or may unintentionally threaten or deflate it. #9. Crawling into a hole of last resort bankruptcy by selling one's soul to the highest bidders, then silently demanding any and all in the periphery to 'love me or hate me but don't ignore me'.



#10. ____________

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demanding that government should provide you with "twice as much" for "half the price" and fully expecting to get it.

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#11. Flirting with the dialectic of deceit. The patient wheel grinds slowly,

knowing that a human being's conscience isn't compromised overnight.




#12. Getting into the 'reverse process stage' of delusion... in which true

friends are treated as enemies and sworn enemies regarded as friends.

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Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
then silently demanding any and all in the periphery to 'love me or hate me but don't ignore me'.



#10. ____________[/b]
Isn't that what you do?

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Originally posted by uzless
Isn't that what you do?
"#9. Crawling into a hole of last resort bankruptcy by selling one's soul to the highest bidders, then silently demanding any and all in the periphery to 'love me or hate me but don't ignore me'." "Isn't that what you do?" No. while it's true that I've given my soul away a few times when it was the right decision and have loaned it a few times when it was the wrong decision... have never yet sold it for love nor money, nor the fleeting attention and meaningless approval of immature public clowns or false friends. My singular interest in the RHP Public Forums is honest and lively conversation. I enjoy it quiet and reserved or rough and tumble... and am grateful for it and prepared to take it either way, same as my enjoyable chess games. Only been here a few years and the few real friends I've made are golden.