Yep, far too many words rhyme with Chuck.Aww, it would suck to call you Chuck. Two Buck Chuck. It would be an honor to get flicked in the forehead by you. Although a psychic flick might knock me on my rear end from afar. Yeah that is stuff that guys will never comprehend, even if they can channel their past lives as femmes carrying and birthing. Why did you assume you had a twin and run with that?
Trust me, I had a son first. No woman can comprehend a multiple birth either, not even from having a singleton.
I didn't assume that I had a twin, lol. I ran with it because it amused me. I can literally write a story about anything. My sleep is awful, so when I go to bed at night, to stop my multiple thoughts, I think of something and mentally write a story about it. A couple of times I've laughed so hard that I've had to get up, go out and have a smoke. I literally wake myself up, instead of telling myself a bedtime story. Hey, I'm all alone. You do what you do sometimes.
You know, this thread has around 60 comments in it, but it's been viewed over 800 times. So somebody is checking it out. They could be staying, reading and laughing. They could be running out and slamming the door behind them. I'm ok with either/both. But I think we are having some good (and funny) conversations about our lives, life in general, what we've learned, what we're still learning. So I don't think it's a waste of time at all. Unless you do. It's not like we can have these conversations with people in 3D/Matrix world.
I've tried, gently, not too weird but hey have you ever thought about this? Or why that? I get the same reaction.
*blink...blink...blink*. It reminds me of an old TV that sometimes loses the signal so you had to give it a whack. Yeah...I feel like they need a whack to get the program back. But it's too late. They're on their phones on Facebook.
*le sigh, French for more dramatic effect*