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Sandra Brooks28 said:Look, someone up there wrote this off as some huge, amazing thing—you know, seeing a tribute band play Pink Floyd live... I get that they know it isn't the actual band, but honestly, listening to a tribute just doesn't do it for me—not even if it were free. It’s just not that "wow" factor for me. I’d much rather just drop the needle on a record and let 😬
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Ah, so it was you all along 😂

😂 😂 😂

Give me a call sometime and we can listen to some records together 😁

Sandra Brooks28 said:they aren't really Pink Floyd to me🤣
I love Pink Floyd, truly—but this just doesn't sit right with me🤷

And why is that, exactly? 🙂

It really all boils down to the individual... at the end of the day, someone who lacks sense will still lack it, regardless of what kind of degree they're holding. I was actually chatting with a guy the other day—he works a pretty blue-collar, unglamorous job—but honestly, his intelligence was just off the charts... it was palpable.
As for me, I went through a prep school, and if I'm being completely honest, my only real feeling about it is a bit of regret... I don't look back on it with any sense of pride, not even a little bit. It’s more of a lingering "what if"—I really should have opted for something much more constructive.

I’ll happily drop 160 on this—maybe that's overkill for a tribute act... but then again, there's just nothing quite like hearing Pink Floyd live. 😁

I’ll be grabbing a ticket in about a week😁

The other day, I crossed paths with a woman who had lost everything—her husband and three sons. And yet, there she was, walking along with this gentle smile on her face, just chatting away with me... if someone enduring that kind of heartbreak can find a way to carry on, then honestly, none of us have an excuse 🙂
A lot of us tend to linger in our own wounds, and I’ll be the first to admit I’ve been there myself. In the beginning, I truly felt like the world had reached its end—it felt final, absolute. But eventually, I just sat with my thoughts, really wrestled with it all, and realized that the only path toward healing was to keep moving forward. I existed long before that person entered my life, and I can certainly continue to exist without them. It isn't easy—far from it—but it isn't impossible either. I still think of them from time to time, sure, but the sting doesn't hold the same power over me anymore...
So, yeah, you can make it through, provided you actually want to 🙂

Alcoholism itself is the massive issue here—it’s not about being afraid of alcohol, per se...
You’ll find someone eventually, really. For instance, I’d love nothing more than to be with a woman in the future who doesn't drink at all... so, my advice is just to distance yourself from those people doing the wrong things...
And honestly, I don't see how sexuality even plays into the whole alcohol equation? Personally, the idea of touching some drunk mess is just repulsive to me...
Just keep doing what you're doing, and you'll find someone normal.

David Mendoza73 said:I only really lose it with one person because they're incredibly immature and two-faced, which gets under my skin enough to make things nasty...

Thanks for the advice everyone. 🙂

They use that childishness to bait you, then turn around and play dirty when they insult you 🙂
I know exactly how you feel...

I suppose it really all comes down to the individual...
For instance—and I know this from my own life—my mother loves me more than anything in the world, yet we find ourselves in these massive, almost irrational arguments quite frequently...
It’s primarily because we deal with a fair amount of stress, and honestly, we both have pretty short fuses—one minute everything is fine, and the next, we just snap... but what do I know? Once we’ve had a chance to vent and blow off some steam, things usually settle back down into a good place eventually. 😁
That said, I make it a point never to use profanity or heavy insults when I'm talking to someone I actually care about... though, I will admit, I do call my sister a "cow" every now and then. 😁

I’ve still got those early records of theirs, and honestly, they’re just incredible 🙂
but listening to them today—well, it feels like David Coverdale sounds more like he belongs in AC/DC😁

It’s actually true when you apply it to fishing—take my uncle, for instance. He heads out to the Mississippi River constantly just to hang out with the fish... I mean, his little excursions don't exactly look like the most "normal" hobby to an outsider, but it does wonders for him. It actually helped him get off those pills; he uses that time to let go of all the stress and aggression by just riding his bike out there and sitting in silence by the water for a few hours.🙂

Take a step back and just look at the world around you—maybe you'll find a way to ease that ache🙂
Take me, for instance. I’ve certainly had my fair share of struggles throughout my life... various kinds, really, and they weren't always easy to deal with... but there was always something—some small thing—that acted like a lifeline for me. For me, it was laughter 😁 honestly, sometimes I feel like my face is permanently stuck in a grin, much like a kid who just can't stop giggling all day long... because, no matter how heavy things get, or how bad the situation feels, or how much it hurts... I truly believe it's vital to approach everything with the goal of finding our own sense of peace 🙂
I really hope you start feeling better soon!

I mean, it’s not like we need everything figured out right this second—who knows what our long-term goals even look like yet—but there’s a certain peace of mind that comes when you at least have a sense of direction regarding the big picture. 🙂
For me personally, life just feels much more manageable when I have a rough idea of what the next few months are going to look like... even if it's just a vague outline of where I'm headed.

I’m completely on the same page as Ryan Murphy—for the most part, I usually sketch out a rough outline first and then just tweak things here and there as I go...

I tend to want so much from life—truly, so much—so when I set my sights on those core priorities or major goals, I make it my mission to hit them, no matter what it takes.
But honestly, as time rolls on, those big life ambitions have a way of shifting. It’s not that I feel like I’m just walking away from who I used to be or abandoning a previous dream; it’s more that a new interest catches my eye, and I find myself pouring all my energy into that instead... life has moved so fast for me over the last few months, and it's taught me that there's really no point in over-planning every single detail. It's better to have a general sense of direction regarding the big stuff, while focusing on making each individual day feel meaningful—you know, just making sure you actually feel good about how you're spending your time.
In my view, staying organized and being persistent is vital, sure, but you also need variety. If one path hits a dead end, you just pivot to another... the only real mistake is stopping altogether.