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Trilby · 01-01-2010, 05:42 AM

I'm sick of having a body. There's always something wrong with it or it has to be tended to in some way. It's too hot or cold or tired but it won't sleep properly; it's thirsty or hungry or needs to discharge something; it's got something in its eye or a plugged up sinus cavity or its ears are waxy. It needs to be cleaned and moisturized and sloughed and plucked and sanded and painted or brushed. I have to take it to the doctor because it's infected or growing things it shouldn't or not working properly. I have to buy clothes for it because it is inadequate on its own. It's too tall or short or thin or fat, it's too bulky or delicate. It is prone to accidents. The times it has afforded me happiness are few and too far between, however I am usually in daily bodily pain of some kind or other. The body's capacity for joy seems so minute compared to it's capacity for suffering. After a certain age no matter what you do it will look funny and betray you.

I hate living in the physical. I can't wait to go back to spirit.

01-01-2010, 05:42 AM	#1
Trilby Slattern of the Swail Join Date: Jul 2004 Posts: 15,654	Sick of Having a Body I'm sick of having a body. There's always something wrong with it or it has to be tended to in some way. It's too hot or cold or tired but it won't sleep properly; it's thirsty or hungry or needs to discharge something; it's got something in its eye or a plugged up sinus cavity or its ears are waxy. It needs to be cleaned and moisturized and sloughed and plucked and sanded and painted or brushed. I have to take it to the doctor because it's infected or growing things it shouldn't or not working properly. I have to buy clothes for it because it is inadequate on its own. It's too tall or short or thin or fat, it's too bulky or delicate. It is prone to accidents. The times it has afforded me happiness are few and too far between, however I am usually in daily bodily pain of some kind or other. The body's capacity for joy seems so minute compared to it's capacity for suffering. After a certain age no matter what you do it will look funny and betray you. I hate living in the physical. I can't wait to go back to spirit. __________________ In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic. "Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her. —James Barrie Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum Last edited by Trilby; 01-01-2010 at 05:52 AM.