Fighting Physical Cravings: How Does One Do It???

Sooo…

…How Does One…

…How Do YOU Fight Those Cravings Of The Flesh???

How Do You Not Feel Affectionate…

…Nor Aroused…

…Nor Just Plain Horny, When You See Certain Parts Of Your Lover That GREATLY Turn-You-On???

I Don’t Even Mean This In A Dirty Way.

Not Really.

The Blade Of Their HipBone, Slightly StickingOut, Lightly Exposed, While Youre Laying Together.

(((That's MY FAVORITE, By The Way.)))

Or, The Curve Of Their Neck Into Their Naked Shoulder.

Or, Their Amazingly Clear And Beautiful Eyes, After Removing Their WiryGlasses.

I Sincerely Can’t Help Myself In The Presence Of These Things.

Strange, But Wonderful, Sensations Flood My Mind And Body.

I Want To Trace, And Lightly Tongue, That HipBlade.

I Want To Nibble And Nite And Kiss The Neck, The Curve, And The Naked Shoulder.

I Want To Stare Into Those Eyes AllllllNightLong

And Into The Following Morning.

THE SPARK

My Muse

My Lust

My Love

My Desire

…Makes Me Burn.

Not With Anything Bad.

No.

Well, Not Really.

But, I Do Burn.

I Burn With WANT And NEED.

How Does One, In The End, Fight Against WANT And NEED???

I Can't.

So... Are YOU Jivin Me -questionmark-

Craving Recognition… …A Life’s Ambition.

Hey, My Peeps…

…Let’s Jive For A Bit.

M’Kay?

M’Kay.

So I Had A Talk Earlier With A Good Friend.

Basically…

…It Was About, As The Title Of This Post Says, That Which We Crave.

That Got Me To Thinking…

(something that's always dangerous, eh!?!)

…About All The Different Things That Motivate People.

Some Crave Power.

Some Crave Wealth.

Some Crave Love.

Some Crave Sex.

It’s Almost An Endless Stream If You Think About It.

Everyone Craves Something In Life.

EVERYONE.

But I…

…I Crave Recognition.

Not Recognition Of My Looks…

…Or My Talents…

…Or My Lack Of Talents…

…But Recognition Of My Existence.

Plain And Simple.

What I Seek…

…Honestly…

…Is The Knowledge That The Most People Possible Are Reading What I’m Writing.

Period.

I Want People To Love What I Do…

…Or Hate What I Do…

…Or Feel Indifferent About What I Do…

…And I Want Them To Tell Me Which Boat They’re In And Why.

At Least That Way I Know They’ll Remember Me.

They’ll Remember Me Because They Love What I Do…

…Or Hate What I Do…

…Or Feel The Indifference.

Regardless Of How They Feel…

…They’ll Remember Me.

I Know I Put Out A Lot Of Quotes.

Quotes From Other People.

Quotes From Ancient History…

…Or Recent History…

…It Doesn’t Matter.

I Just Β Like Finding Quotes That Honestly Mean Something.

Maybe They’ll Mean Something To Me.

Maybe They’ll Mean Something To Someone Else.

But They Mean Something.

And That’s Important To Me.

Alright, I Also Want To Address Something That’s Been Brought To My Attention As An Issue People Have With Me.

It’s About The Blogging Awards Things.

They’re Flattering, Yes.

But They’re Not The Kind Of Recognition I Want, Nor Desire.

You’ll Notice If You Look At This Blog…

…I’ve Only Posted The Image Of The First Award I Received.

That One Felt Very Real To Me.

But Since…

…I’ve Honestly Felt Indifferent Toward Them.

Namely Because It’s Not Just MY Award.

Seven People.

Ten People.

Even Fifteen People Get The Same Award At The Same Time.

So They Feel VERY Hollow.

Like I Said…

…I’m Always Flattered When I Receive One.

They’re Fun Like That.

They’re Just Not What I’m Looking/Hoping For.

Sometimes I Question What I’m Looking/Hoping For.

Do I Have The Same Motives Now That I Did In The Beginning Of This Whole Blogging Adventure?

And I Believe The Answer Is YES.

This Began As Solely A Baseball Blog.

It Has Since Evolved As You’re Well Aware.

I Made A Conscious Decision To Get Away From Just Blogging Baseball For One Reason…

…It Was Making My Favorite Game Seem More Like A Chore.

I Didn’t Like That Feeling.

Anyway…

…I Just Had To Say Those Thing, My Peeps.

I’d Love To Have A Real Conversation With A Lot Of You.

I’ve Found Some Truly Amazing People Through My Blogging.

People Who Are Like Me.

People Who Understand Me.

People Who I’m Still Trying To Figure-Out If They’re Like Me, Or Understand Me.

I Love This.

Doing This.

Feeling This.

Being This.

It’s Exciting To Me.

I Wake-Up Every Morning Thinking About My Blog.

("What Should I Do Today!?!?")

Every Morning.

Rain Or Shine

Good Health Or Bad.

I Crave It.

Sometimes, I Must Will Myself To Do It.

Sometimes With No Effort.

Sometimes With Great Effort.

But It All Goes Back To My Original Craving.

Knowing That Other People Know I’m Alive.

That I’m Here.

That I Love What I Do.

That I Wouldn’t Want To Do Anything Else If I Didn’t Have To.

Y’all Are My Lifeline.

Y’all Keep Me Coming Back.

Y’all Give Me Exactly What I Want/Need/Crave.

You Make Me Happy To Be Alive.

And THAT Is Worth Everything.

Even When It’s Just A Simple Little Blog That Does The Trick.

For That…

…I Thank Thee.

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