@Sammy Bro,

Could I cheekily ask you to edit my limerick — a small piece of dreamy work? 🌙 😉 Just treat Sammash as a character out of my imagination? 💭 🤔

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Sammash

In the Pacific West,
living an androgynous dragon
named “Sammash”
He hides under human black hair
in a black leather jacket
invisible, inaudible
scentless, untouchable
only his phantom is spotted at LwL….

In one minute, he shakes hands
with Mister Moses
in another second, he toasts
to nymphs and Pan
in dancing verses
in verbose chants
He stirs waves of the Pacific
calls thunders to the Atlantic
highly sensitive, sensible
filial, and mighty erudite
he soothes limerent mothers’ pounding chests
massages limerent fathers’ aching limbs….

In limerence high
he gazed into teens’ eyes
clung to Arthurian knights’ footsteps
In limerence low
doctors stretched his twisted torso
twenty-seven shrinks mapped his colorful scales
Ghosts watched his weeps, dips and beeps
in LwL’s illuminating skies….

Tossing his sporadic fire dim and bright
he bumped into an Eastern Phoenix
named “Snow”
who boldly flips, spins
and lights a match to his tail
Holding a Stoic torch in one hand
and a Dionysian cup in another
Snow swells big and small
tumbling and trembling in the maze of limerence
digging cues, clues, and cures
Sammash and Snow butt heads over human morals
He edits “a”, “the” or “s” in her ESL….

When the Dragon’s first midnight’s bell strikes —
ting, ting, ting, ting….
all dragons of the East and West
will shake their sparkling heads
swoosh the green tails
begin to soar through the heaven
and leap over the earth….

2/10/2024 (8:36)
The Dragon’s Day

Sammash

In the Pacific West,
living an androgynous dragon
named “Sammash”
He hides under human black hair
in a black leather jacket
invisible, inaudible
scentless, untouchable
only his phantom is spotted at LwL….

In one minute, he shakes hands
with Mister Moses
in another second, he toasts
to nymphs and Pan
in dancing verses
in verbose chants
He stirs waves of the Pacific
calls thunders to the Atlantic
highly sensitive, sensible
filial, and mighty erudite
he soothes limerent mothers’ pounding chests
massages limerent fathers’ aching limbs….

In limerence high
he gazed into teens’ eyes
clung to Authorian knight’s steps
In limerence low
doctors stretched his twisted torso
27 shrinks mapped his colorful scales
Ghosts watched his weeps, dips and beeps
in LwL’s illuminating sky….

Tossing his sporadic fire dim and bright
he bumped into an Eastern Phoenix
named “Snow”
who then boldly flips, spins
and lights a match to his tail
Holding a Stoic torch in one hand
and a Dionysian cup in another
Snow swells big and small
tumbling in the maze of limerence
digging cues, clues, and cures
They butt heads over human morals
Sammash adds “a”, “the” or “s” to her ESL….

When the Dragon Eve’s bell strikes
ting, ting, ting, ting….
all dragons of the East and West
will shake the sparkling heads
swoosh the green tails
begin to soar through the heaven
and leap over the earth….

2/10/2024 (8:20)
the Dragon’s Day

Sammash

In the Pacific West,
living an androgynous dragon
named “Sammash”
He hides under human black hair
in a black leather jacket
invisible, inaudible
scentless, untouchable
only his phantom is spotted at LwL….

In one minute, he shakes hands
with Mister Moses
in another second, he toasts
to nymphs and Pan
in dancing verses
in verbose chants
He stirs waves of the Pacific
calls thunders to the Atlantic
highly sensitive, sensible, and filial
he soothes limerent mothers’ sore chests
massages limerent fathers’ aching limbs….

In limerence high
he gazed into teens’ eyes
clung to Authorian knight’s steps
In limerence low
doctors stretched his twisted torso
27 shrinks mapped his colorful scales
Ghosts watched his weeps, dips and beeps
in LwL’s illuminating sky….

Tossing his sporadic fire dim and bright
he bumped into an Eastern Phoenix
named “Snow”
who then boldly flips, spins
and lights a match to his tail
Holding a Stoic torch in one hand
and a Dionysian cup in another
Snow swells big and small
tumbling in the maze of limerence
digging cues, clues, and cures
They butt heads over human morals
Sammash adds “a”, “the” or “s” to her ESL….

When the Dragon Eve’s bell strikes
ting, ting, ting, ting….
all dragons of the East and West
will shake the sparkling heads
swoosh the green tails
begin to soar through the heaven
and leap over the earth….

2/9/2024 (23:38)
the Dragon’s Eve

A limerick 😅

*****
Sammash

In the Pacific West,
living an androgynous dragon
named “Sammash”
He hides under human black hair
in a black leather jacket
invisible, inaudible
scentless, untouchable
only his phantom is spotted at LwL….

In one minute, he shakes hands
with Mister Moses
in another second, he toasts
to nymphs and Pan
in dancing verses
in verbose chants
He stirs waves of the Pacific
calls thunders to the Atlantic
highly sensitive, sensible, and filial
he soothes limerent mothers’ sore chests
massages liemerent father’s’ aching limbs….

In limerence high
he gazed into teens’ eyes
clung to Authorian knight’s steps
In limerence low
doctors stretched his twisted torso
27 shrinks mapped his colorful scales
Ghosts watched his weeps, dips and beeps
in LwL’s illuminating sky….

Tossing his sporadic fire dim and bright
he bumped into an Eastern Phoenix
named “Snow”
who then boldly flips, spins
and lights a match to his tail
Holding a Stoic torch in one hand
and a Dionysian cup in another
she swells big and small
tumbling in the maze of limerence
digging cues, clues, and cures
they butt heads over human morals
he adds “a” or “the” to her ESL….

When the Dragon Eve’s bell strikes
ting, ting, ting, ting….
all dragons of the East and West
will shake the sparkling heads
swoosh the green tails
begin to soar through the heaven
and leap over the earth….

2/9/2024 (23:23)
the Dragon’s Eve

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Any words to be added in a chapter of “War and Peace -2” takes focused body, mind, and soul. Virginia Woolf is soooooo right that women need “a Room of One’s Own” to create. Running like a city rat for survival, one could hardly think and feel, let alone imagine….

@ Sammash,

“For the record, I am “verbose”. And I’m a bit “soft in the noggin” at times. And maybe I repeat myself in a vaguely annoying way. If the shoe fits, I wear it. Can’t see any point in denying reality.”

Do you talk in person in this fashion: “A is…. I say A is…. because B is…. The reason I say B is… is because C does….”? You’re the first person I’ve ever met who writes in this fashion, like telling “a long time ago… “ tales to fascinated, mesmerized children with their eyes open big… 🤗

However, if such a “chanting” style is used to give advices or persuasions to those who had some forms of cptsd, their wounds could be triggered off. 🥶

“If I choose not to take offence at the things people say about me, the things people say about me cease to have any impact on my mood. “

Precisely! You have become a true Stoic now (does it have any conflicts with Christianity?)! I want to get to that point and talked big about Stoicism; however, in reality it’s superbly hard to have my mind totally free of others’ (mainly colleagues) POSSIBLE thoughts about me… which don’t have much impact, since our works are all quite independent, autonomous, respectively. But my cptsd was often in the way.

“If I can’t make mistakes, then I can’t learn anything either. Excessive self-protection prevents me from learning the things I want to learn. “

The same is true with anyone else. The ONLY effective way to truly learn in life is through mistakes and failures, PERIOD! Without the painful LE, I could not become what and who I am today, I even grown 30 centimeters “taller” by just rambling in LwL! — I don’t have to carry a Mary Popping’s magic stool in my purse in case I want to “attack” LO with a sudden kiss on his forehead — feeling like a mother for a wronged, “tearing” kid nowadays….

“At the same time, I would like to say it takes immense courage to put oneself out there on a public forum like this and constantly risk rejection/ridicule for every slightly-misjudged thing one says. “

Absoooooolutely true, Sammash! If this site is not anonymous, I would not even open my mouth. This is only site in the entire internet that I participate, loud or whispering, and still holds back a lot. I cannot be totally psychologically naked.

“I would like people to give me credit for being so willing to embarrass myself, so that other infinitely-more-vulnerable/confused souls don’t have to stand in the firing line and risk embarrassment. “

You’ve got A+ in this matter! I was soooooo amazed when I first came and read some of your old posts, “this person (first thought you were a woman), was painfully, nakedly weeping here. He must have got really bad hurt and desperately needed lay open his whole wounded mind and soul here to let others know…”. (There are still a lot of old blogs that I haven’t got time to enter)

“Nothing is going on with me – as far as I know. Should something be going on with me? Did I miss something?”

In order to “perform” now, I had to re-read several dialogues back in September and October to see what we were debating and where we had ended/paused. Hmmm, I could hardly remember my poster posted three days ago, let alone following up an old one from three months ago. No wonder it’s said that Aspies have an elephant’s memory.

“If you like, I’ll ask my team of twenty-seven therapists next time I see them, and pass any information along? Sadly, I can’t talk my therapists into letting me read their notes. I am just dying to get my hands on those notes. (War and Peace, Pt. 4, anyone?) “

Oh boy, 27 therapists? No, I do not need their notes, I have got my own notes in my mind by pulling your legs here in waking hours and night dreams…. Forget about what anyone else, therapists included, thinks of you! You know best who you ARE at any given minute, just show that evolving Sammash!

“In regard to your second question, Snow, I am delighted to inform you that yes, indeed, of course I have always been “this much sensitive” and “this much sensible”!! “

My hat off to you! Congratulations to me — “that’s very sensible” rarely slip out of my lips particularly for an Aspie, aren’t they supposed to live in their own head, their individually fascinated world? Isn’t “highly sensitive” associated with HSP? But I’m not sure whether you have labeled yourself with that abbreviation — HSP.

“According to my dictionary, “sensitive” and “sensible” are both compliments of the highest order!! So if there was an implied criticism in there somewhere, frankly, I’m not picking up on it. “

To me, “sensitive” and “sensible” are compliments (can’t deal with those non-limerent folks); the more the latter, the better.

“This much sensitive” is the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me. Thank you for the exquisite compliment, my dear. “

Why is it “the nicest thing” to you? “Highly sensitive” might also be related insecure people, not to Aspies in my experiences. I did not imply any criticism, just truly got surprised. 😳 Do some other people think you’re not sensitive enough?

“Your English is getting better. With any luck, it will continue to improve, and you’ll be able to direct even more lavish compliments my way. “

❓Do you always mean what you say, as a typical Aspie? or somewhat mocking me here (over sensitive, I could read three possible things from any given sentence)? or very assured of yourself ❓ A true Stoic also does not care much about others’ compliments, but my lavish compliment would certainly arrive in time as my English improves. A current one is “Sammash” given by my Unconscious, more powerful than the conscious mind.

“If someone doesn’t agree with some opinion I have, or thinks I’m strongly misguided about something, that’s cool. “

You’re going beyond a Stoic now! When “someone doesn’t agree with some opinion I have”, I know it’s an opportunity for me to debate thus to learn something vague or some untrodden territories about myself. I could hardly contain myself from a new around verbal “sword” like a Joan of Arc.

“Why do people assume I’m Moses coming down from the mountaintop with the Ten Commandments in my hand? Is everybody on the site projecting their “daddy god” fantasies onto me or something?”

As a non-religious firebird, without carrying Moses or Buddha in my head most of the time, I certainly did not assume you of any godly figure. You waved a big stick of morality in front of my face and started a holy crusade back in October, sounding like a “thought police”, or an “Old” (your own word) grumpy grandpa, so you crowned yourself a “Moses” or “daddy god”.

“I’m … cough, cough … gay, remember? Society has never embraced me as a pillar of respectability. “

Does “gay”, “straight”, or “bisexual” have any weight in this ghost land? I can’t see, smell, hear, taste, or touch any ghost, then how is gender relevant here? Only words flying around, only mind and soul are weeping or sparkling… does one’s mind and soul have gender identity? Which thoughts of mine or yours, or anyone else’s is straight or gay?

“I’m not sure why I’m being cast as bewhiskered Mister Moses? Can’t I play traitorous Judas Iscariot or wicked Demon Prince Beelzebub or somebody actually interesting? “

Mister Moses is the last person I care to see before my last breath on the earth! I’d love to see your version of Judas Isacariot, Prince Beelzabub, or Pan…. Just verbally act them out and I might partner with you in crime! Gosh, naughtiness is so attractive! 😝

“From my perspective, people are only too welcome to hold their own beliefs and form their own opinions.”

Some people are. However, my curiosity and adventurous streaks could make me adopt eccentric ideas or different colored lens of viewing the world. In the past, my cptsd had held me back a great deal; and its old wounds needed to be healed first. Nowadays three months after our last debates, I’ve come out of my aged cocoon and attempt fly around with a “grown” head.

(Hopefully informed opinions. But we are talking about the Internet, after all. How much truly reliable information can one really find on the Internet these days?)

Information means little if one does not disgust them in their own life/system. I only scan titles of the news, occasionally skim some opinion articles, book and film reviews, which would spin my head.

“I only write to figure things out in my own head. The only person I want to save is myself. “

Just like Mila, Lost in Space, myself, and some others here — save ourselves. Actually, only one person anyone could possibly, truly SAVE is One Self.

“I don’t feel as if any of the knowledge I acquire is definitive or set-in-stone. I’m always updating my knowledge when new information comes my way.”

I consider substantial knowledge comes from information digested in one’s experiences, through which one changes or evolves; therefore, knowledge is, and needs to be constantly updated or evolved.

“If I’m wrong about something … cool beans … I’m wrong about something. “

I still think, aside from hardcore sciences, there is no absolute “right” or “wrong”, it’s just 5 or 50 blind men touching and trying to figure out what an elephant is. I think my point on this would allow us to cultivate more sympathy and empathy for those “suffering” souls, whether out of their choices or not.

“Most human beings are wrong about most things most of the time. “

One can’t say “right” or “wrong”, unless there is a commonly accepted set of measuring sticks. Therefore, your statement is true — most human things are “wrong” about most of things most of the time.”

“I don’t understand why people need to react in a bitter way if someone says something they don’t quite agree with? Why not share one’s own view in a kind and transparent manner? “

I am not sure what or whom you’re referring here? Since your passages are addressed to me, could I assume that you’re talking about some of my previous posters in October? Are they unkind, non-transparent, or “bitter”?? Please feel free and relaxed if you want to address my puzzlements here.

“We’re all here to learn, right? Could it be that most limerents are terrified of genuine vulnerability? “

Like you and many others, I’m here to learn about the world of limerence and myself. Whether limerents or not, people are often terrified of genuine vulnerabilities, particularly those with cptsd, who might perceive far more dangers in external world than limerents.

“I feel the real experts in life on femaleness are females, and I feel the real experts in life on maleness are males. “

I think you’re going on the arena of generalizing again. There are only biological similarities (not exact same) among females and males, respectively. In terms of personality or emotions, there is no expert on “females” or “males. Individuals are vastly different; one would be lucky if she or he is an expert on herself or himself, respectively. We are still learning about our own individualistic limerence, aren’t we?

“And if one isn’t an expert on one’s own sex, well, why so little interest in a subject that affects one directly, especially in terms of life expectancy and health outcomes? Maybe a little more (healthy) narcissism might be in order? “

What is the “life expectancy and health outcomes” all about, in terms of relating to limerence? Healthy narcissism is always needed for one to survive and thrive; our executive brain is a part of Ego (different from small “e” ego — vanity, insecurity stuff). Sometimes, my boasting or peacock showing off here is a part of my healthy narcissism, pumping more energy and self-confidence in me.

“…my new favourite word is “expeculating” – which Nisor used in another blog. The word is a malapropism, a combination of two English words “expecting” and “speculating”. Reading about how Nisor was “just expeculating” on the meaning of something from her past definitely brightened my day! Big hugs, Nisor!!

The best combination in English I’ve ever heard, seriously! 😂😂

“I am happy to be “mothered” by any of the women who post on LwL. I really can’t see any problem with that.”

If someone comes to me sounding like a “mother”, “father”, “god”, “priest”, you can be assured that I’d do opposite of whatever they preach, I am really bad with subtle condescending tone or taking advices, unless they somehow plant those ideas into my head, making them look like my own….

Of course, I had no problem to project a parent figure onto LO, but it had to be ME projecting. Nowadays, I’ve become my own parent, even feeling I’m “mothering” my LO, who was given and unwillingly played a surrogate parent’s role for some many years.

“As Nisor said, we are a bit like family. Again, maybe I’m just a giant sweetie-pie with the pure mind of a saint”

Yes, I feel more and more here is like a diverse family, with so many diverse voices. It takes time to live in peace with opposite voices. Once an emotional rapport is gradually built, then everything else in a “family” becomes easier to deal with.

You’re a “giant sweetie-pie” like that Todd in movie, “Victor and Victoria”! 🫂But Sammash, I’m not sure how I could comfortably deal with “a saint”, with so many devilish spots on me… 🫣 If you tolerate me endlessly, you’d automatically assign you a “godly” role. Could you descend to my humanistic level? 🤔

“Honestly, guys, if that was the “Official Roast of Sammy”, you did a so-so job.”

Who tried to “roast” you? 😳 back in Oct. 15/26th? Weren’t we debating on two of my ideations: disclosure to LO and responsibility for someone else’s SO? You see others’ affection and support for you as “Roasting Sammy”? Is this a part of your “high sensitivity”?

“I’m glad i didn’t bother showing up on the day. The guest list was dazzling but the actual comedy was … under-rehearsed. Don’t get me wrong – I enjoyed the show. But the whole performance needed more work. There were issues with timing. The lighting wasn’t great..“

Yes, you disappeared for over a month after that “comedy show” (what’s comical about it?). How would you rehearse the “show”, with better performance, timing, and lighting?

And now, you are heading back to that stage, intending to wrap up the “show” to deliver the closing remarks? ❓😵‍💫

To be more honest with you: two ideations — disclosure to LO and indifference to others’ SO, have never left my department; the former could still take place before the “death” arrives…. My LE is naturally running out its own course, despite I wish and even make an effort to keep it — no more highs or lows seeing or not seeing very friendly LO, only unspeakable or inexpressable sadness lingers…. 🥺

Now, soar your magnificent Dragon’s tail on the stage, Sammash! 🐉🐲

New chapter of “War & Peace 2”?

Marcia,

Sammy is unintentionally benevolent to help ease insomnia pain of some limerents here, which is certainly not your case, neither mine… I need 36 hours a day even just to keep up with my “Time Regained” journal…

Perhaps this “room” could be named, “Wrestle and Waltz of Limerents”?

@Marcia and Coffeehouse.

“I’ve been on this site for a few years and he is consistently kind. Never really known him not to be.
Kind, erudite and verbose!
Sammy Sams: I’m pulling your leg about being verbose! 🙂”

Ah, Marcia. You are too, too kind. (That compliment sounds insincere. I borrowed it from an old black-and-white movie about Marie Antoinette. But I mean it sincerely in relation to you). 🙂

For the record, I am “verbose”. And I’m a bit “soft in the noggin” at times. And maybe I repeat myself in a vaguely annoying way. If the shoe fits, I wear it. Can’t see any point in denying reality. If something is true, and the hearer doesn’t find it insulting but a charming insight into oneself, then it is not an insult in my book. 😉

If I choose not to take offence at the things people say about me, the things people say about me cease to have any impact on my mood. These days, after spending my entire life a frightened mouse, I make the active choice NOT to take criticism (both valid and invalid) to heart. If I can’t make mistakes, then I can’t learn anything either. Excessive self-protection prevents me from learning the things I want to learn. 😉

At the same time, I would like to say it takes immense courage to put oneself out there on a public forum like this and constantly risk rejection/ridicule for every slightly-misjudged thing one says. I would like people to give me credit for being so willing to embarrass myself, so that other infinitely-more-vulnerable/confused souls don’t have to stand in the firing line and risk embarrassment. 😇

@Snowphoenix.

“What’s going on with Sammy? Has he always been this much sensitive or sensible?”

Nothing is going on with me – as far as I know. Should something be going on with me? Did I miss something? If you like, I’ll ask my team of twenty-seven therapists next time I see them, and pass any information along? Sadly, I can’t talk my therapists into letting me read their notes. I am just dying to get my hands on those notes. (War and Peace, Pt. 4, anyone?) 😆😉

In regard to your second question, Snow, I am delighted to inform you that yes, indeed, of course I have always been “this much sensitive” and “this much sensible”!! 🤣🤣🤣

According to my dictionary, “sensitive” and “sensible” are both compliments of the highest order!! So if there was an implied criticism in there somewhere, frankly, I’m not picking up on it. 😜

“This much sensitive” is the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me. Thank you for the exquisite compliment, my dear. You English is getting better. With any luck, it will continue to improve, and you’ll be able to direct even more lavish compliments my way. 😁😊

If someone doesn’t agree with some opinion I have, or thinks I’m strongly misguided about something, that’s cool. Why do people assume I’m Moses coming down from the mountaintop with the Ten Commandments in my hand? Is everybody on the site projecting their “daddy god” fantasies onto me or something? I’m … cough, cough … gay, remember? Society has never embraced me as a pillar of respectability. I’m not sure why I’m being cast as bewhiskered Mister Moses? Can’t I play traitorous Judas Iscariot or wicked Demon Prince Beelzebub or somebody actually interesting? 🙄😆

From my perspective, people are only too welcome to hold their own beliefs and form their own opinions. (Hopefully informed opinions.
But we are talking about the Internet, after all. How much truly reliable information can one really find on the Internet these days?)

I only write to figure things out in my own head. The only person I want to save is myself. I don’t feel as if any of the knowledge I acquire is definitive or set-in-stone. I’m always updating my knowledge when new information comes my way. If I’m wrong about something … cool beans … I’m wrong about something. Most human beings are wrong about most things most of the time. 😉

For example, if Allie thinks men and women are the same species, and I’m infantile enough to suggest they’re different species, well, that’s a totally honourable view to hold (on Allie’s part).

Allie is a married woman. She has many years of interacting at close range with a member of the opposite sex. And her views on this subject are infinitely more valid and valuable than mine because she has a wealth of first-hand experience. I don’t understand why people need to react in a bitter way if someone says something they don’t quite agree with? Why not share one’s own view in a kind and transparent manner? We’re all here to learn, right? Could it be that most limerents are terrified of genuine vulnerability? 🤔

Personally, I think all the females on LwL are great. And the males aren’t so terrible either. (Sorry, fellas. Don’t want to swell your heads or anything by pouring the praise on too thick). I feel the real experts in life on femaleness are females, and I feel the real experts in life on maleness are males. And if one isn’t an expert on one’s own sex, well, why so little interest in a subject that affects one directly, especially in terms of life expectancy and health outcomes? Maybe a little more (healthy) narcissism might be in order? 😆😆

On a more joyful note, my favourite poster on the site at the moment is Nisor, so I’ll like to take a minute to praise her contributions. In particular, I love her delicious (mis)interpretations of the English language.

For example, my new favourite word is “expeculating” – which Nisor used in another blog. The word is a malapropism, a combination of two English words “expecting” and “speculating”. Reading about how Nisor was “just expeculating” on the meaning of something from her past definitely brightened my day! Big hugs, Nisor!! 😊

P.S. I am happy to be “mothered” by any of the women who post on LwL. I really can’t see any problem with that. As Nisor said, we are a bit like family. Again, maybe I’m just a giant sweetie-pie with the pure mind of a saint, but I can’t find any insult/criticism there. 🙂

Honestly, guys, if that was the “Official Roast of Sammy”, you did a so-so job. I’m glad i didn’t bother showing up on the day. The guest list was dazzling but the actual comedy was … under-rehearsed. Don’t get me wrong – I enjoyed the show. But the whole performance needed more work. There were issues with timing. The lighting wasn’t great. Marcia did a fine job, though. All her jokes landed – I think the girl is a natural. Hats off to Marcia! 😉😎

(Marcia, I also loved your comment elsewhere about not being able to read my posts because you only had three hours ’til bedtime. That line cracked me up. Very few jokes have ever given me so much pleasure. Your sense of the ridiculous is just impeccable!) 🙂

Agree. Do not think you should disclose either. Let the chips fall where they may. You will get through this.

Brilliant observation, MJ. Friends who don’t understand, well they….just don’t understand.

Happy that you have become reacquainted to a certain degree though.

Your post was a welcome distraction from my pointless rumination about what I should say to LO, at some stage. Of course, I should say nothing at all. Futile rumination!

Hope you’re ok.

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“Many years ago, I tried to share my excitement over infatuation with a platonic male friend, and there was no way on earth he was ever going to validate me. (He was a not an emotional person in general). He certainly didn’t understand where I was coming from. Eventually, I became so upset at this friend’s real/perceived lack of support that I stopped talking to him altogether. (I became really, really angry with him).”

I’ve been in this exact situation Sammy. I have an older gentleman friend that I decided to disclose the LE to and I suppose I expected better support from this person. Turns out the opposite happened and he basically said I should be able to shut the whole thing down. As if dissolving the LE is as easy as shutting off a lightswitch.

Internally, I became so incensed over his response, I quit talking to him for months. We have since become reacquainted and have discussed it somewhat minimally, but he still does not understand the thought processes of how I got into it. I think this is just common for those who have never found themselves in the throes of something as perplexing as limerence.