What is your age now, and what age do you prefer to stay at forever?

You know that magical age where you hurt for no reason, you forget things almost…, and the sounds! Hot dog! The most horrific sounds randomly and alarmingly emit from your soul! I now grunt like a power-lifting Hobbit singing death metal eveytime I pull my shoes on, stand up, sit down, or when I try to squeeeeak out a fart. That's right, I now inadvertently grunt when I try to honk out a butt whistle. But I digress.

Even though inside my head I'll probably never get older than 13, (I laugh at burps and farts, blush around boobs, and giggle everytime I hear someone refer to a female dog as a bitch), yet lately, I physically feel every one of my 17,378 days on this planet. More specifically, my lower back hurt so bad this morning that I couldn't bend down to tie my shoes. “Why?”, you ask in a befuddled tone of concern. “Are you a rodeo bull rider? A stuntman for Jackie Chan? An MMA cage fighter?”

As of today, October 3, 20024, I am officially 47 years, 30 weeks and one day old. Realizing this morning when I woke up that I was now 570.9 months into this beautiful journey called “My Life”, I had a brief moment of introspective reflection.

Do empaths fall easier for abusive people?

Well, as much as I'd like to confirm any one of those voices in my head, it is with a heavy, honest heart that sadly, I have to say, “Nay… nay I am not. For the truth is…… I slept on it wrong.” That's right, I am at that wonderful age where it's possible to make mistakes in my sleep… horrible, painful mistakes.

Since I'm currently 2,482 weeks + 4 days old, I think I'd like to see what week 2,483 has in store and then week 2,484 and so on. In conclusion, don't gamble with a fart, expect to hurt for no reason, and keep on truckin’. Life's too short, to live in the past.

“Oh, but I don't fart! I would never do that! I am above farting!”

Hello, I have a question about astral projection. I started to get interested in this a little while after my mum passed in april. I thought I may be able to see her and speak with her if I managed to achieve astral projection. Since this interest, every time i sleep on my back I go into sleep paralysis. However, I cant progress into astral projection because it is very scary for me as I feel like I'm suffocating when this happens. I panic and force myself to wake up. This only ever happened about once a year before this. It sometimes lasts a long time. This has happened about 3 times per week since my mum died, as mentioned on a previous post. I no longer try to go into it anymore(due to the suffocating feeling), but it still happens. I read that sleep paralysis is the pathway to astral projection. Why has this started to happen so frequently since simply taking an interest in it? Is this connected to the afterlife? I am concerned about it as I now cannot seem to stop this happening. Could it be my mum trying to communicate? Im asking due to more knowledge around this in this group.

Whatever, voices in my head. Everybody farts. BUT not everyone is at that magical age where you can't trust a fart. It's true! Believe it or not, your wrinkled stinker is a traitor, a prankster, a toothless liar! Your tailpipe finds an abundance of mirth and merriment pulling the old bait & switch: dry tooter or wet shooter. But, again, I digress.