24-05-2014, 09:27
(This post was last modified: 24-05-2014, 20:23 by
charrr.)
Missed Miss,
I have to admit that I was a little, uh, confused when we met in the forum at first, but I liiiiiike you more by da minute, yo!
But this thread: what a doozy! I am sorry we in the older generations didn't protect y'all from getting hypnotised in any way resembling what's going on. I wish people would just feel better cause I gotta tell you about something even me, who is considered like a kid, calls the modern zombie apocalypse. It is that we have allowed habits in society, some of the same tricks that others have tried to use on us, to disable the wonderful capacity of balanced thinking or thinking out of the cave.
Y'all are probably gonna learn a lot of good things because you are waaaaay out there, especially since your universe will benefit from more balance. You will have better skills available to be able to care for future generations much better than the rubbish the world is trying to poison people with nowadays. It's true that even I have met people that purposefully victimize beautiful young people filling their heads with garbage and trying to corrupt their wonderful hearts, to put their shining lights out. I have a coupla cousins who, in the past, might have been one of those sad kinds of people like the ones who are trying to turn your thinking into mush, into a way that doesn't actually even make sense (unless someone kinda lives in a cave with a very small population of clones). Sometimes, that seems to be what certain people want: a planet of unhappy clones. Now, my poor cousins, with their bodies they used to flaunt, are so unhappy in some ways I can't even imagine. I wish they are content. I wish them happiness. Now, we worry about one's daughter, because her mother was so hurt and zombified, she taught her daughter wrong. I don't think she knew that she could hurt her daughter!
But I am glad you we are here having this discussion. Unless one is just a troll (it has happened here before), maybe one would be here where there is real support and they realize that it is okay to have an actual personality rather than just be a pair of boobs or a butt or whatever. No wonder bodychasing boys (and girls) date so many. Maybe their more authentic personality, (that might be a little more interesting than the shallow shells ever their admirers see), got stolen by the same entities working on some people in this forum and society, in schools, on children's television. In fact, the poor folks seem maybe, lonely or bullies, like people preying on others, like a creepy bad guy in the movies, "Mu ha ha! I will get those breasts!" or "I will eat feed those big biceps to my poodle!" I mean I am attracted to stuff, too. But I don't hide under the steps waiting to snatch the boys soccer team captain or plan to go a date with a pair of breasts. I think that breasts don't make very good conversation after a while when. They just kinda sit there, at any size, and say, "I'm pretty. See. I'm pretty." Then what? How great of a conversation can one have with a hairy chest. I will try talking extensively with my mate's chest hairs and tell y'all how it goes. Okay? If it doesn't answer in English, I will try French. Who knows.
I have to confess that I have a great butt and stuff. "Smallish" boobs and all, well, I am cute anyway. I shocked myself when I stopped judging so much. I looked in the mirror one day, and was like, "Oh, gosh. That's nice." Oh, well. Nice, gorgeous, plain, ugly. It's perception. And a lot of people don't even bother with telling their real perceptions. Guys have even been afraid to say they prefer small breasts cause of peer pressure and girls have been afraid to say they stare at big boobs, too. I was embarrassed when a guy told me that "Anything more than a mouthful is a waste," in front of my big boobed friend. And married woman I know, seemed to like my butt. Hey, small butts work, too. We all go to the bathroom! So, my butt and just having boobs, got me attention sometimes, but at least I was always like, "Well duh, my my butt is not gonna have the relationship. I am going to have this relationship." Not everybody can butt talk like Jim Carey! Also, to the person who wants to add themselves to the long list of discarded girlfriends: uh, what is the appeal of just being another check mark on the list? Used and moved on from so early in life? Like standing in line, getting the ticket, and then the clerk makes a stamp and shouts, "Next!" without even looking in the eyes. Who stays 13, 14, or even 15 forever?
I tell y'all, I am glad I told some boys to go sit down somewhere and waited to grow up about certain things, for a bit. Some of my friends didn't and I am still hearing about it and seeing the tears flow every once in a while. Apparently, being a plastic cornflake makes life harder and sadder and bites. And then people look back, even a couple months later, and the nonsense is so obvious. I like to avoid pain. I am actually quite happy, finding, uh, happiness.
Little sisters, little brothers, unless one has literally been living under a rock, we all know it is not worth it, dearies. I mean, it's like people are just looking for some dirty laundry to hang on facebook. So people can roll their eyes or like it or comment? TraumaDrama. Does anybody actually like it? Enjoy it? Benefit from? Whose life has it even made better? I would think with all they got, the celebrity "hotties" would smiling more and not in drugs or jail so often. So, I guess looks don't determine life happiness? I mean, I don't know what does, exactly, but it's not looks, obviously. And another silly thing is that some people think what they read on the internet is true because it sounds true. Some may be true or just for certain people. Lime juice and yogurt didn't straighten my hair when I wanted to try a new look cause my hair is extremely curly. But I bet it may be true for some people. Maybe I'll give you the number of my friend who is still gorgeous at 75 years old and has had money, glamor, men in her life. I have known people from Brazil since early childhood, so I know there are also real people there. That old line about, "everybody this or everybody that" is like something from a bad movie. I hope people are not too shy to be the smarter people that they are. If you want different breasts, that is okay. I have a few friends that would be glad to offer you some donation from their own chest! Hahaha. But consider what makes you blame others for You wanting to be a different you.
Imagine this date: Finally, you go out with the breastbrain you admire and after sitting around admiring each other's chesticles, and you getting checked off the list of accomplishments, then what? You thank him for inspiring your breasts?! "Thank you for making these breasts possible! Here is a certificate!" Uh, what? Then he/she is so happy and wants to make sure that it wasn't too much trouble for you and even takes out a checkbook to offer compensation or all the supplements, massage oils, maybe doctors visits that some of us have had as a result of certain supplements? I had a really long, heavy period while on PM. Maybe this person can buy me a bag of pads to make up for it, after all my work to grow breasts for him/her.
Pardon me for making light on this, but what else is left here? And if y'all know anyone what wants to compensate me, without any proof on my part (mind you!) for growing breasts for them, please let me know. I may pretend to be a mindslave for a minute so I can get that check to buy more supplements or breast pumps for that same person. Not! What, no volunteers from the forum? But I did it for y'all. Jk.
Sometimes, we see the truth in the absurd or when we laugh instead of cry. In fact, I wonder if this thread is not just a part of my brain messing with me, cause I actually hope it is not as real as some people would have us believe... assuming there are other people outside my head and I am not just floating in a bubble of life-sustaining goo feeding the computer I am supposedly typing on!! Hahahaha!
PS: Darlings, I used to keep my television in the closet. Once a week, I would pull it out and plug it in- for Roswell!
Kids- Seriously, let's get some sunshine! Hmm. Brazil... I haven't been there yet. Perhaps the small vs big boob phenomenon needs an outside observer.
PS: If it inspires anyone, I think this type of thread has happened to BreastNexus before. And then. And also, some of our friends here have gotten their dream boobs & stuff with mixed results on the how that changed their lives. A lady I know was saying today that if she had such and such, she would be happier guaranteed. She has had lots of such and suches, but I still "get" to listen to her gripe and swear about "if and when she (will)(has) yadada." She has pinched my cheeks like I was a cute little kid, but at over 60 years, has still not allowed herself to be happy no matter how much wow she had in her life.
Let's get happy. Also, I don't know of anybody that was "Made" happy by anyone. People get inspired. They think they feel love. And there is love. Lots of it.
Psst: I got a secret, I get along better with others, when I get along with myself. It's awesome! But I am awesome, just cause I am me and no one else has that privilege! Gosh, that is SUPER! Yes, let's treat each other with kindness and goodness, especially us!
Lovely day and wonderful incarnation to my boobbuildingbuddies! Toodles!