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| soulstar606 |
I've just started noticing how lopsided peoples eyes are....it seems to be the norm actually....people have these really lopsided eyes...ones way up there and one's way down there
like it's shocking...if you just look at it.....like they are way off-balance...
then i try to pick which one i think would be better...like to have two eyes of the one on the left...
vs two of the one on the right.....
each different set makes the person look totally different
i then imagine how the person goes through life, with one side looking just slightly different than the other....chance encounters....locking eyes.....the person who locks eyes with the other is locking eyes with "that side" that version of the face...with the eye thats lower than the other one....
and they fall in love with that side....but then slowly, over time... they realize that its not the same side as the other side....(unless you pay attention like me right off the bat ;))..and the person always acts totally different subconsciously when they are looking out of the other side....
and one day you realize it was that same side that was always getting in fights with you, and the other side is the one you really love.....
but you never tell the person...because you love them...errrr.....you love their right eye version of them.
notwithstanding you can avoid all this by looking for symmetrical eye level at the emergence of the relationship..
but caveat emptor.....you might pick someone with "two bad eyes"
happy valentines |
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| Sushipunk |
| Valentines Day isn't for two weeks. Good thread though, OP. Wait until you see breasts one day. That will likely blow your mind. |
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| OrangestO |
A young man went off to war, leaving his pregnant wife behind. Two years later, he was able to return home, and the young woman went with their young son to meet her husband. They cried together out of joy. In Vietnam, in our tradition, when an event of this kind takes place, it has to be announced to the ancestors. So the young father asked his wife to go to the market to buy the things that are needed for the offering that is placed on the alter to the ancestors.
So the young wife went off to the market. During this time, the young father was trying to convince his child to call him Daddy. The little boy refused, “Mister, you’re not my daddy. My daddy is somebody else. He visits us every night and my mommy talks to him every night, and very often she cries with him. And every time my mommy sits down, he sits down too. Every time she lies down, he lies down too.”
After he heard these words, the young father’s happiness entirely evaporated. His heart turned into a block of ice. He felt hurt, deeply humiliated, and that is why, when his wife came home, he would no longer look at her or speak a word to her. He ignored her. The woman herself began to suffer; she felt humiliated, hurt. When the offering was placed on the alter, the young father burned the incense, recited the prayers to the ancestors, and did the four traditional prostrations. Then he picked the mat up instead of leaving it there for his wife so she could do the four prostrations in her turn. In his mind he thought that she was not qualified to present herself before the ancestors, and she was humiliated by this.
After the ceremony, he didn’t stay at the house to eat but went to the village and spent the evening in a bar. He tried to forget his suffering by drinking alcohol, and he did not come back to the house until very late at night. The following day, it was the same thing, and this went on for several days in a row. The young woman could not take it anymore. Her suffering was so great that in the end she threw herself in the river and drowned.
When the young father heard this news, he returned to the house, and that night he was the one who went to get the lamp and lit it. Suddenly the child cried out, “Mister, Mister, it’s my daddy, he’s come back!” And he pointed to the shadow of his father on the wall. “You know, Mister, my father comes every night. Mommy talks to him and sometimes she cries; and every time she sits down my daddy sits down too.” In reality, this woman had been alone in the house too much and every night she had talked to her shadow: “My dear one, you are so far away from me. How can I raise my child all by myself? You must come back home soon.” She would cry, and of course every time she sat down, the shadow would also sit down. Now the husband’s false perception was no longer there, but it was too late – his wife was already dead. |
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