Firstly, congratulations on getting to 1000 posts. Always a significant moment. I remember getting to that point myself and mentioning how I felt I’d managed to get to 999 posts without really saying anything meaningful at all – I then clicked on submit and, hey presto.I’d moved onto 1000 posts without really saying anything.
Hmm yeah.. now that I looked back it really is a non contributing situation for me, my post, mostly a crappy one, games, emotional ect ...
bwah! no care, people here are much smarter than me anyway, I'm here to live even if it's a pathetic life, it's my only.
Anyway thank you for congratulating, I remind myself of it but forgotten myself.
Yeah, I felt warm and fuzzy inside, initially after reading about your memory of the watch, and how it was broken, and that you still remember that memory as being one of your happiest. And this fuzziness carried through to your other memories (including the bit where you actually enjoyed getting caned??? Has this carried through into adult life, I wonder. I mean, are you partial to a bit of S & M?). But, in general, you reminded me that it can be the small things in life that we cherish, and these can live with us forever.
Silly, of course not, wait ? is it that way how I perceived my live ? I think I'm not ...
Specifically as for that part of getting caned in public, it's a group of mischief maker, not a loner getting caned, it wasn't that bad with friend.
Getting through the worst, thick and thin, that sorta things, I'm happy because if one of us get caught the others will stay put, surrendered, receiving the same fate, you got to think how your friend feel, the one that got caught, alone, terrified, it's a senior advice.