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Does anyone else have uneventful days?

Kristy said:
When I want one of those days, I have to schedule one, which I don't do often enough. When one happens out of nowhere, or even a half-day, I spend it with lots of extra time lying in the sun and/or getting things done around the place I've ignored.
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You mean like the beach?
 
Reconscope said:
Theres those days where nothing important happens how do you spend them.
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Zooville, mostly. But that's also depressing over the course of weeks. There is so much shit-posting especially in the dumpster fire, people just calling each other stupid over almost nothing, calling each other stupid for an alleged lack of creativity in the way they declare the stupidity of the other and so on ... Somehow I can't refrain from reading it though. Well, there's always the possibility that something interesting and on-topic could pop up. The dumpster fire is were heated discussions land and one reason why discussions get heated is that the topic is something to care about ... Other sections of the forum aren't that much better in the long run. The answers and questions there repeat. Zooville is still a comfy place somehow, like almost everybody's home is, whether uplifting or not.

I've usually been a person who does productive things. But it's a bit difficult to do something productive here, when it's attached to sexuality talk that you don't want to mix up with public life. Just to give an example, if some guys here would team up to develop a nice little game, then I couldn't carry the game over to real life and show to, play with or discuss with my neighbor without risking to out myself as a zoo to them. Apart from that it would always be the game that those zoophiles did and not something that stands for itself.

Instead of coming here, I could and probably should do more productive things on my own again. I experience the lack of what Germans sometimes call a Muse though, a special person (or special dog ;)) as a source of inspiration or motivation. It's weird to see what I did years ago and know that I should still be able to achieve similar things, but can't bring myself to now that the love is gone.
 
Ruben said:
Zooville, mostly. But that's also depressing over the course of weeks. There is so much shit-posting especially in the dumpster fire, people just calling each other stupid over almost nothing, calling each other stupid for an alleged lack of creativity in the way they declare the stupidity of the other and so on ... Somehow I can't refrain from reading it though. Well, there's always the possibility that something interesting and on-topic could pop up. The dumpster fire is were heated discussions land and one reason why discussions get heated is that the topic is something to care about ... Other sections of the forum aren't that much better in the long run. The answers and questions there repeat. Zooville is still a comfy place somehow, like almost everybody's home is, whether uplifting or not.

I've usually been a person who does productive things. But it's a bit difficult to do something productive here, when it's attached to sexuality talk that you don't want to mix up with public life. Just to give an example, if some guys here would team up to develop a nice little game, then I couldn't carry the game over to real life and show to, play with or discuss with my neighbor without risking to out myself as a zoo to them. Apart from that it would always be the game that those zoophiles did and not something that stands for itself.

Instead of coming here, I could and probably should do more productive things on my own again. I experience the lack of what Germans sometimes call a Muse though, a special person (or special dog ;)) as a source of inspiration or motivation. It's weird to see what I did years ago and know that I should still be able to achieve similar things, but can't bring myself to now that the love is gone.
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Why is the love gone did something happen?
 
Kristy said:
I am truly sorry, Ruben. So very sorry.
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Thank you. It has almost been a year ago though and it almost feels wrong to accept your compassion now, knowing that so many others surely also have lost someone dear within that time, and maybe – although I hope not – even yourself. Though often deeply saddening, mortality is an integral part of life as we know it and that we need to accept at some point. The aching has mostly stopped for me. When I think of my companion I have nice feelings, melancholy and some regrets about few moments where I should have been more understanding.

Pillar said:
You also gotta let her go...
(As a hypocrite, you know I won't let ANYTHING go.)
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Him – yes. I haven't buried the urn with his ashes yet and I haven't found the energy to go through the last photos from our time together, but otherwise I think I've mostly let him go – of course without forgetting him, which I will never do unless dementia destroys my whole self some time.

I even share this home with a dog again. But the feelings aren't there with the new dog.

Hey, it's not hypocrisy, if something you know to be true simply happens to be hard for yourself.
 
I make my own events on those days. Going for a stroll in the woods all around me.
Going out to brush and pet my pony
Pet and play with my cats.
Using my toys.
Readinh a naughty story.
Watch a new anime.
Try a new or good old game.
Eat something delisious.
Going to the spa (Pre- and hopefully Post-Covid).
Annoying you guys and gals
Searching some new folks to have fun and sex with.
Writing on my story
Practicing Martial Arts
Listen to my favorite songs and imagine plots that hopefully one day are going to happen.
 
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Ruben said:
Thank you. It has almost been a year ago though and it almost feels wrong to accept your compassion now, knowing that so many others surely also have lost someone dear within that time, and maybe – although I hope not – even yourself. Though often deeply saddening, mortality is an integral part of life as we know it and that we need to accept at some point. The aching has mostly stopped for me. When I think of my companion I have nice feelings, melancholy and some regrets about few moments where I should have been more understanding.


Him – yes. I haven't buried the urn with his ashes yet and I haven't found the energy to go through the last photos from our time together, but otherwise I think I've mostly let him go – of course without forgetting him, which I will never do unless dementia destroys my whole self some time.

I even share this home with a dog again. But the feelings aren't there with the new dog.

Hey, it's not hypocrisy, if something you know to be true simply happens to be hard for yourself.
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The issue is that I don't intend on letting go unless two conditions are met: (1) I have a DAMN GOOD REASON to and (2) I become fully controlled and know I am. I do not believe letting go removes the burden, but instead consumes you to the point where you are unable to be yourself anymore, hence you let go. No pretenses, only truth.
 
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