---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <fleetwood_macncheese@...> wrote :
Once again, Barry eats alone. Barry drinks alone. Barry types on his
laptop, alone, openly chuckling to himself when in public, and doing
other things to be subtly (hopefully) noticed (by a woman, hopefully),
at his seat at the cafe, alone.
But, it looks like the fish stopped biting a looooong time ago, and no
one, male or female, is particularly interested in the lonely man,
drinking beer, and smiling weirdly into his laptop.
So, he rants and he raves, at all of us here on FFL, all that he has
left, while ever maintaining the fiction that his life is far superior
to anyone else's, that he is the most of everything, and we are
fortunate to read his insults.
Then he looks up from the laptop, realizes he is, once again, all by
himself, gets another beer, and dives back into the one place in his
life, as much as he hates it, where he is no longer alone, FFL.
Barry is addicted, here. With his longing to be hip and groovy, FFL is
the last place he wants to be. He used to run with his posse on here,
but they have all left. He used to run the show, dammit!
But now, as much as he invokes Curtis's name, like a wayward mantra,
Curtis rarely comes back. Same with all of the others he wishes would
return, Marek, Sally S, to keep him from looking like the desperate
fish out of water that he is.
This is not his scene. All he does is get angry at all of us. And the
more he rants, the worse he feels about himself. But he has nothing
else, and no other way to get adults to pay attention to him. A spiral
downward:
"heyheyanotherpintofbeer!...everheardofFFLsweetie?...they'reallassholes..."
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On 9/10/2014 10:51 AM, danfriedman2002 wrote:
>
Honest. Thanks, now I know how much you are one of my favorite posters
here.
I got some insights from this: "He used to run with his posse on here,
but they have all left. He used to run the show, dammit!"
>
It can get to be really lonely as a expat with nobody to talk to that
can understand what you're saying and with no living teacher to turn to.
About the only place on the internet to talk about TM and the mechanics
of consciousness is on a discussion group like FFL.
What's weird is that Barry wants to be a transcendentalist, but his
supporters are all materialists, so he get pulled in two directions. He
doesn't even seem to understand the basics of karma yoga, much less the
/woo woo that is consciousness./ So, I guess you noticed not many of
Barry's supporters posted any replies concerning his levitation event
with Rama. Go figure.
>
Having never paid much attention to the bonds between the haters, I
just replied one by one (I wish I could write 'person-by-person). With
the other's posting of his dream dinner posse I, for the first time,
saw THE NAMES together. Makes sense. In a nonsensical way.
>
---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <awoelflebater@...> wrote :
---In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, <turquoiseb@...> wrote :
No, not that silly practice that wannabee yogis perform when they want
to feel all self-important for abstaining from doing something they'd
rather be doing than abstaining from. Tapas, the cuisine from Spain. I
felt like having some today, and fortunately in Leiden one can find
pretty much any type of food in the world, so now I'm comfortably
seated at a canalside restaurant enjoying a beer and some albondigas
and calamares and mejillones, abstaining from nothing. *Much* better
form of tapas than that yogi stuff.
I've never understood that "spiritual" kinda tapas, and why people get
off on it. It's like they expect some kinda "brownie points" for
*resisting* something that the Natural Tendency Of Their Minds is
drawing them towards? WTF? Just doesn't compute for me.
I don't even get the concept. I mean, is some god or some Law Of
Nature supposed to be *impressed* by some monk who (similar to TM guys
on rounding courses) spends 90% of his time thinking about sex, but
isn't really ever gettin' any? Seems to me that the god or the Law in
question would want the guy to Go Get Laid Already, so that he could
come back to meditation and spend a little time transcending.
Anyway, I like the Spanish version of tapas much more. Little dishes
of fish or shellfish or veggies or meats, small enough so that you can
order 3 to start with and stop there if that satisfies you, or order 3
more (or 12 more) if the first course doesn't. It's a perfect eating
style for me, because I tend to have a small appetite and like to
"graze," rather than eating a long, full meal. YMMV.
This is a very important post. We now know that bawee likes to graze
rather than eat a full meal. I will go forth today feeling that much
more enriched and empowered. Keep these posts coming bawee. And, I was
not disappointed because you were able, as is your usual style and
form, to denigrate others while showing the rest of us how lucky and
special you are because you have access to tapas in Leiden. Well done.
I have a feeling you did not take this picture of the actual meal you
consumed.
