I pity you, because in spite of the supposed wisdom of your years, you seem to think it acceptable to perpetuate the same body-image bullsh1t that has clearly scarred your life.
YOU pity ME? Really? You do? You mean you really do? Know what wintermute, that mute title of yours is wasted, if you're going to pipe up, and only come out with caca de toro. As for a clearly scarred life, I'd bet my life, or yours, that your life is far more scarred than many on this forum. I'm cocky and cocksure, and do you know where that come from? No, its not a reverse transference, I actually grew up with the happiest of childhoods, where I am still friends with people who I knew in my neighbourhood in Grenada, when I was 3 years old. My Blackberry has over 650 and contacts, only a handful are business contacts. The rest are friends and family.
I only decided to spell this out, so that others may look at you, as I look at you. Deeply misguided, to say the least. If you think a fat person can't be happy, and they must be damaged, then you give buffoonery a bad name. I don't think anyone who has met me in person from this forum would say that I appeared to be a damaged person.
Not poor me mate. Poor you. I think you have exposed yourself to near universal pity on this forum, because you have thought that you quick read of page 23 from a Beginning Psychology book, made you capable of saying that someone would BE damaged because they are fat.
Sadly, you didn't get any of it. Others here know that I find Queen Latifah very sexy (off base, I know), and other big women. Its because I think big curves, and black shapes are sexy. My present lady friend is a huge departure from the normal bigger woman I have gone for, as she is only 48kilos. But, even though curves make my eyes sing, its the person inside that brings me joy.
Joy. Now there's a word. Go look it up. And, while you're at it, think carefully about if you wish to perform psycotherapy on a patient that you have never met, but formed an opinion about, in a cycling forum. Pity....you say. Yes, I do. How sad you have made yourself look.
I don't mind Scott calling me fat, and that is plain, because its funny. I don't mind Wayne pulling me back into line, because there is mutual respect there. But you. I don't know you. But in your case, I'd suggest another pasttime other than internet clinical psychological diagnoses.
I do hope you enjoy the rest of your night.
Lil, sorry I might have been mean there. I was baited.
YOU pity ME? Really? You do? You mean you really do? Know what wintermute, that mute title of yours is wasted, if you're going to pipe up, and only come out with caca de toro. As for a clearly scarred life, I'd bet my life, or yours, that your life is far more scarred than many on this forum. I'm cocky and cocksure, and do you know where that come from? No, its not a reverse transference, I actually grew up with the happiest of childhoods, where I am still friends with people who I knew in my neighbourhood in Grenada, when I was 3 years old. My Blackberry has over 650 and contacts, only a handful are business contacts. The rest are friends and family.
I only decided to spell this out, so that others may look at you, as I look at you. Deeply misguided, to say the least. If you think a fat person can't be happy, and they must be damaged, then you give buffoonery a bad name. I don't think anyone who has met me in person from this forum would say that I appeared to be a damaged person.
Not poor me mate. Poor you. I think you have exposed yourself to near universal pity on this forum, because you have thought that you quick read of page 23 from a Beginning Psychology book, made you capable of saying that someone would BE damaged because they are fat.
Sadly, you didn't get any of it. Others here know that I find Queen Latifah very sexy (off base, I know), and other big women. Its because I think big curves, and black shapes are sexy. My present lady friend is a huge departure from the normal bigger woman I have gone for, as she is only 48kilos. But, even though curves make my eyes sing, its the person inside that brings me joy.
Joy. Now there's a word. Go look it up. And, while you're at it, think carefully about if you wish to perform psycotherapy on a patient that you have never met, but formed an opinion about, in a cycling forum. Pity....you say. Yes, I do. How sad you have made yourself look.
I don't mind Scott calling me fat, and that is plain, because its funny. I don't mind Wayne pulling me back into line, because there is mutual respect there. But you. I don't know you. But in your case, I'd suggest another pasttime other than internet clinical psychological diagnoses.
I do hope you enjoy the rest of your night.
Lil, sorry I might have been mean there. I was baited.