Banter Random Facts About Yourself

I feel like I'm at war with myself on a regular basis. The desires that I have sometimes so starkly contrast the world I live in. Part of me says I shouldn't desire these things while the other part says indulge. The rub is that even if I gave in, there is no outlet for them...so they go unmet, constantly stuck in a vicious cycle. I'm pretty sure that it's part of the "real" me and why I have a hard time knowing who I am...I both hate that side of me for what it is but also want nothing more than to just embrace it fully and see what happens
 
I'm lacking that "Fire" I once had. It distinguished rather quickly. Have never felt that sort of "Fire". since. Feels like I'm a scrap of paper in the whirlwind that big man up stairs calls Life. Just waiting for the wind to pick up and blow me against the wall which seems to be a constant thing .
 
When I was a satellite network engineer in the military, we would work 12-hour shifts. And at times we would get a little bored. anybody that works with technology knows that every once in awhile different pieces of equipment kind of have their own personality on how you have to handle them to get them to work the best way. And we had an entire floor full of this kind of equipment. So while doing maintenance checks I would like to let my imagination run a little bit and I would create names and back stories for all of the pieces of equipment based on their personalities. My favorite story is about Becky and Sheila. Now Becky and Sheila were sisters, twin sisters. I can't go into a lot of detail about What these particular pieces of equipment did, but that's not important for the story. Becky and Sheila had a pretty decent growing up, but somewhere along the line a very different mentality shift happened in them. See, Becky was the loving nurturing type, she was the kind of woman that likes to be caressed she likes to be talked nice to she wanted you to take her out on a date give her a nice dinner, she liked the standard southern gentleman. Sheila on the other hand was very different, she was very bratty, liked to be roughed up a little bit, wanted nothing to do with the wine and dining experience and just wanted to be taken straight to the bedroom and had it given to her hard. Sheila like the guy that knew what he was doing and knew where to put his hands and how to put them. Well there was a particular engineer that these two ladies loved to fight over, will call him Jim. Jim somehow knew how to tickle both of these ladies fancies in a way that nobody else could and they constantly fought whenever Jim was around, which cost lots of problems for us. One day Jim left the facility and the girls just stopped working, they went on strike and it took us a good three or four days to get both the girls back up and working after several several different attempts. They were a mess. And that's the story of Becky and Sheila
 
ViperTaicho said:
When I was a satellite network engineer in the military, we would work 12-hour shifts. And at times we would get a little bored. anybody that works with technology knows that every once in awhile different pieces of equipment kind of have their own personality on how you have to handle them to get them to work the best way. And we had an entire floor full of this kind of equipment. So while doing maintenance checks I would like to let my imagination run a little bit and I would create names and back stories for all of the pieces of equipment based on their personalities. My favorite story is about Becky and Sheila. Now Becky and Sheila were sisters, twin sisters. I can't go into a lot of detail about What these particular pieces of equipment did, but that's not important for the story. Becky and Sheila had a pretty decent growing up, but somewhere along the line a very different mentality shift happened in them. See, Becky was the loving nurturing type, she was the kind of woman that likes to be caressed she likes to be talked nice to she wanted you to take her out on a date give her a nice dinner, she liked the standard southern gentleman. Sheila on the other hand was very different, she was very bratty, liked to be roughed up a little bit, wanted nothing to do with the wine and dining experience and just wanted to be taken straight to the bedroom and had it given to her hard. Sheila like the guy that knew what he was doing and knew where to put his hands and how to put them. Well there was a particular engineer that these two ladies loved to fight over, will call him Jim. Jim somehow knew how to tickle both of these ladies fancies in a way that nobody else could and they constantly fought whenever Jim was around, which cost lots of problems for us. One day Jim left the facility and the girls just stopped working, they went on strike and it took us a good three or four days to get both the girls back up and working after several several different attempts. They were a mess. And that's the story of Becky and Sheila
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lol bet you now wish they were conjoined twins lol :)
 
I hate myself most days...for the things I've done to people I cared about. That they will never know why or how it killed me to do it. Whether they realize it or not...I do really hope they are ok and doing well and the relationship I shared with them will never be forgotten...
 
ViperTaicho said:
I hate myself most days...for the things I've done to people I cared about. That they will never know why or how it killed me to do it. Whether they realize it or not...I do really hope they are ok and doing well and the relationship I shared with them will never be forgotten...
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YOU..Can never be forgotten xox :)
 
I'm beginning to think that I have a lot of random facts about myself...

I've always found the natural beauty of women far more appealing than the makeup or filtered versions. The things that most women think make them ugly, have always been what makes them beautiful to me. The little flaws and imperfections are stories from your life and What makes you you, and I've always liked that.
 
ViperTaicho said:
I'm beginning to think that I have a lot of random facts about myself...

I've always found the natural beauty of women far more appealing than the makeup or filtered versions. The things that most women think make them ugly, have always been what makes them beautiful to me. The little flaws and imperfections are stories from your life and What makes you you, and I've always liked that.
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I'm with you on that one. Natural is way better than botoxed, lipo'd, false, plastic, make-up lathered women!
 
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