I don't remember which days, but check, check, and, dammit, check.

Sometimes life stinks.
And sometimes, life might be fragrant, but I won't know because of a foul-smelling object stuck way up my nostrils.

Either way, the stench is horrendous.

But as Red said:
Andy crawled to freedom through five hundred yards of s**t-smelling foulness I can't even imagine, or maybe I just don't want to.

That qualifier says a lot.
Or maybe I just don't want to.
How much s**t-smelling foulness am I willing to crawl through in hopes of coming out on the other side?

Five hundred yards. That's the length of five football fields, just shy of half a mile. And he came out clean on the other side.

Can you post the link to your previous 'incarnation'?

thompson wrote on 23 Sep 2024 16:41:

Is that what I said?
Coulda sworn it was something else entirely.
Cool

redfaced wrote on 23 Sep 2024 16:52:

I think in this story you're the Rita Hayworth poster.

redfaced wrote on 23 Sep 2024 16:52:

Did you also get your name because you're Irish?

thompson wrote on 23 Sep 2024 18:48:

Oirish, Ay?

thompson wrote on 23 Sep 2024 16:41:

Yeah. I have that image stuck in my head.
Andy coming out into the rain, raising up his hands high…. I wish that for all of us… 

I know that wasn’t your point at all. I get the subtle point that you’re making. But I also got a lump in my throat thinking about the less subtle point. Hope Springs Eternal. That’s the subtitle on the original Stephen King novella, Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption . And to me, (as I’ve said enough times to probably make you tired), it’s also the subtitle to the whole GYE.
Hope Springs Eternal. 

Because even when you’ve crawled through a sickening tunnel full of the stuff, you may get a chance to stand up in the rain like Andy did. And that’s mighty fine. 

Chaim 

Day 22 check-in.

Check.

How long is this tunnel?
Blargh.

As a side note, a football field is 120 yards long, so 500 yards is just over four football fields, not five. Maybe football fields were smaller back then.
On the same side as the previous note, half a mile is 880 yards, so 500 yards is anything but "just shy" of it. Maybe miles were shorter back then, too.
Or perhaps yards were longer.

How many feet in a yard? - Professor Toiv
Depends on how many people are standing in the yard. - The Wonderchild

thompson wrote on 24 Sep 2024 14:20:

500 yards in a tunnel of blargh is just shy of a half mile up a glass wall

Are we including the endzones, or just the part that doesn't get you any points?

thompson wrote on 24 Sep 2024 14:20:

As an aside, some people are born to remain in a tunnel.
The question is what you make of it?
Do you want to keep on fighting to find the light. Go ahead keep at it.Did you hear the story of one of the hostages that was released recently, how she managed to boost the spirit of those who were with her, despite the darkness?

What I’m saying is, is that acceptance can go along way.I’m not totally discounting trying to up your game. 

KOT(with a Th)

Markz wrote on 24 Sep 2024 17:44:

The only one that I'm aware of who was born to remain in a tunnel is Bane. He was there for so long that by the time he saw the light, it was nothing but bothersome.

As for the rest of us, well, you might be right; I have no way of knowing the validity of your statement.
My problem with the darkness isn't being there. What pains me (at times) is how it negatively impacts my wife and children. This creates more darkness, and the cycle continues.

True, acceptance is the best antidote, but that's where I'm stuck right now.

Day 23 check-in.

Check.

Yesterday was a freakin nightmare. I'm glad it's not yesterday anymore. (Was it ever?)

Thank you, fellow GYE patron (you know who you are), for allowing me to air my dirty grievances to you. And a special thanks for not offering canned chizuk quotes and over-the-counter solutions.

Are you me?
Or is there more than one person living the nightmare! 
BH my urges so far have been ok and I'm 'coasting along" but the other stuff has been hell on earth! 
Cryin right along with you brotha! 

In one of our happier moments (sarcasm) my wife geniusly observed, "if you get it cut off, it will solve all our intimacy issues"
They don't prepare you for this stuff in chosson classes!