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Post by traveler63 on Jun 16, 2009 16:22:03 GMT
Ok, here is more blood on the ground; Foibles have I, so many, I cannot tell a lie. There's talking too much, talking too loud. When I don't like something, being like a dog with a bone not letting go. I guess the biggie is trying to change things that I cannot. Trying to make people adopt my way instead of just saying this is my opinion, can I stop now?  |
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Post by lola on Jun 16, 2009 16:55:30 GMT
Poky little puppy goes to bed without a bite of strawberry shortcake, feeling very sorry for himself. Similar to the situation where my daughter and I lingered just an extra half hour in Hyde Park, relishing the sunshine and the football game, relying on unrealistic estimate of public transport travel time, and then missed the train. One pouts even when it's one's one fault.
We have not reached the point where the protagonists of children's books can be rewarded for their foibles.
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Post by spindrift on Jun 16, 2009 21:07:10 GMT
Yes, the Pokey Puppy is beyond my comprehension  |
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Post by bixaorellana on Aug 7, 2009 14:58:05 GMT
I am resurrecting this thread because only one (1) man admitted to having a foible. (Kerouac, in Reply #16)
Surely the rest of you guys don't fit into a boring template of so-called normality, do you?
One of my foibles, possibly psychologically dangerous in the long run, is a disinclination to leave the house. I sort of envision the trip to the market or downtown or wherever, how long it will take, how long I'll have to stay, then want to shrug it off. Of course, this "I have everything I need right here!" attitude can lead to reduced social life and no groceries.
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