Someone should invent holiday dinnerware that sets itself on fire when the person eating from it starts to give unsolicited parenting advice or unsought political viewpoints. - macgyveringm22
I was recently scheduled with VES for a mental health C&P exam, but never claimed a mental health issue. Is this normal?
My claims are for: Tinnitus, IBS, Cold Weather injury, and joint/back issues. Not sure what in that list would prompt a mental health C&P exam...
Hello all, I hope that I'm not out of place in looking for a bit of guidance in this thread. I stumbled upon it in my search for answers to an experience I had two months ago.
I feel that I (a term I now use with a bit of trepidation) have always lived a moral life, being generous to others while maintaining a certain sturdiness that's kept me from giving when giving would not help others. I've constantly been trying to learn from my life's failures and growing from them while considering and sorting how odd it is to even exist.
Recently my life has hit a stride and I've had time to work on philosophy and solo mentation while living the introverted life I've always wanted.
The thing that happened to me, from all of my research so far, could be described as kensho or satori, depending on the definition you give to either. I was separated briefly from my being and shown a different configuration of awareness. I was trying to sort why I self sacrifice, and how I need to include myself in the universe that I love. Shortly after it was clear that my mental focus is not a part of my being's makeup, and I was instantly flooded with what seemed like infinite joy. I felt as if I would never feel sadness again.
For the next week I was invincible. Nothing could bring me down from the incredible comfort and love I felt for existence itself. I feel that people, when they come across what I did without any meditation practice, or any prior education as to what this is, tend to fall in to a trap of being unbearably proud in what they stumble upon, and I feel as if I fit that stereotype exactly. Looking back to that first month I thought I had attained enlightenment rather than simply entering a stream that leads to many more insights.
Since then I've had moments and days where I sit down and look at the world and my awareness of things feels as if the bass and treble knobs have been turned up all the way, that all the colors deepen, while other moments, days, and weeks I feel as if I am just my regular old self, embroiled in nonsense worldly worries.
Has anybody else experienced an awakening without any prior interest, work, or knowledge? How has your journey progressed? Did you find that letting it all go rather than trying to hold on to a moment that's passed help you? Is learning to meditate now trying too hard?
I feel lost and found simultaneously and am unsure of what kind of effort to put in to this. Any words you have for me are appreciated.
Thank you.
Logline: Recently home from a deployment, a young veteran is thrust into the world of political scrutiny after he cannot explain why he knew to kill the man who planned on blowing up the state fair.
Looking for some feedback on the first quarter of my feature-length script. It is currently in a pretty sloppy state, but I'd really like an outside perspective. How is character development? Pacing? Formatting (yikes, it's been some time since I've been in Screenwriting class)? Clarity? All of those things. Let me have it.
If you're interested in reading the full script, let me know. I'd be happy to offer feedback in return. Thanks!
Oh, and it's definitely a working title and logline. I loathe that aspect of writing.
Has anybody wronged their dearest friend in an incredibly big way? What was (or would be) your state of mind when your friend forgave (or forgives) you even before you forgive yourself? PS: The wrong is so big (shameful) that you couldn't even bring yourself to express an apology.
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Sarah, 1st Moon 325 AC
The Lady of Wayfarer's Rest stood just inside her castle's walls, waiting for the gate to rise and welcome her lord. Sarah Vance was always waiting. She spent her whole life waiting for her sons to come home, only for them to die. Tywin is the only boy left to me now; him the embodiment of the God's mercy, and their vengeance.
The cold winter rain came down on Sarah in walloping fists, drenching her hooded black leather cloak. Rain was a part of Sarah after a life spent in the riverlands, she never felt more at ease than with damp hair and muddy boots.
"The Lord returns!," came the shout from a guardsmen and the portcullis began to rise. Lord Addison Vance quickly led his palfrey through and dismounted, handing the reins to the nearest stableboy. He strode over to her then, with his stooping walk and cold iron face.
"Welcome home Addison," she started warmly, "come inside, I've mulled wine and fresh bread ready to warm you from your travels." Her greeting was met with a shivering nod as Addison warmed his hands.
Sarah did not lie, hot steam was rising from the wine and the wheat bread shone a magnificent golden brown when husband and wife sat at the long, lonely table.
"We need to talk Addison."
"Aye," he nodded from behind his iron mask, "Lord Frey does not believe Kenning. I fear we will not see vengeance for Marcus soon. Lest the westerlord is able to find some proof."
"I do not mean to talk of Marcus. I worry for our living children, not the dead."
Sarah could see Addison's eye narrow in confusion as she continued, "Deanna still sits in Winterfell. In the heart of the North."
"Of course she does," Addison was still confused, clearly I have caught him unawares."It is where she lives Sarah, with her husband and her children. She could not be more safe."
"No?," Sarah responded sharply, "Our daughter could not be safer is it? Living as a hostage of Lord Stark!" She spat.
Addison rose and moved behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her, "Lord Stark would never harm Deanna, lest he invoke the wrath of the riverlands. The man avoids war as if it were the bloody flux."
"And why does our daughter have to die to start the next war I ask? You owe me Addison. You owe me for running this castle while you withered away in your chambers, refusing food or drink. Wallowing in self pity. Marcus was my son too! I mourn for him everyday still. Would that I could hide behind a d
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Staying strong. Went onto Imgur to look a pictures of happy puppies (this is my favorite replacement image as I am fighting the urge to fidget during phone meetings and look at Porn).
List of cute animals and then BAM, unasked for porn of a kind I am fond of. Manged to click off of it and stay strong but man that's annoying.
