Howdy Y'all,
Its been a long while since I've been on the Forum, namely because of having sold my beloved "Nellie Belle" (TJ) early in the Summer
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It was as the months ticked by that I realized I was suffering from PTJSD, a condition that I may submit to the APA for consideration of inclusion in the DSM-V (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders).
For the last 20 yeas I have always owned at least 1 aggressive (modded) 4x4, the last 2 of which were Jeeps (a WJ and a TJ). I presently own a pickup with a small lift and some A/T's, which will get me into the country, but certainly is not suited for crawling and deep woods wheeling.
I had to trade the TJ for a much-needed pickup. I had sold my previous pickup, and had fluid use of my company pickup--until I left the company, this Summer, whereupon I sorely needed a pickup once again.
And so, Nellie Bellie went into the arms of a fine Texas State Trooper, who's former pickup I now have. It was a fair trade, and we both needed/wanted the vehicles.
However, my countenance has fallen, and though the weather is presently fine out, I find the sky wanting; my appetite has waned; the post unduly collects at my doorstep; I am not shaving as often; my guitars are collecting dust; the sparkle in my eyes has become dull; I look down at my feet as I walk; I can't remember when I last combed my hair; I no longer coordinate my attire; I'm eating junk food; my cats stare into my eyes--knowing something is wrong; and I no longer answer the door.
Even worse; I see that @JMT has moved out yonder way, to Washington, where they ride unicorns, eat mushrooms, fling pixy dust, envision leprechauns in the woods, and talk to moon bats ().
Would that my sense of purpose, life-vision, existential mission and sustenance once again meet with life, as I look to finding another TJ; for just as hope deferred truly makes the heart sick, equally so TJ deferred casts one's countenance into a posture of terminal shoe gaze.
Thank you in advance for your collective empathy.
Its been a long while since I've been on the Forum, namely because of having sold my beloved "Nellie Belle" (TJ) early in the Summer
.It was as the months ticked by that I realized I was suffering from PTJSD, a condition that I may submit to the APA for consideration of inclusion in the DSM-V (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders).
For the last 20 yeas I have always owned at least 1 aggressive (modded) 4x4, the last 2 of which were Jeeps (a WJ and a TJ). I presently own a pickup with a small lift and some A/T's, which will get me into the country, but certainly is not suited for crawling and deep woods wheeling.
I had to trade the TJ for a much-needed pickup. I had sold my previous pickup, and had fluid use of my company pickup--until I left the company, this Summer, whereupon I sorely needed a pickup once again.
And so, Nellie Bellie went into the arms of a fine Texas State Trooper, who's former pickup I now have. It was a fair trade, and we both needed/wanted the vehicles.
However, my countenance has fallen, and though the weather is presently fine out, I find the sky wanting; my appetite has waned; the post unduly collects at my doorstep; I am not shaving as often; my guitars are collecting dust; the sparkle in my eyes has become dull; I look down at my feet as I walk; I can't remember when I last combed my hair; I no longer coordinate my attire; I'm eating junk food; my cats stare into my eyes--knowing something is wrong; and I no longer answer the door
.Even worse; I see that @JMT has moved out yonder way, to Washington, where they ride unicorns, eat mushrooms, fling pixy dust, envision leprechauns in the woods, and talk to moon bats (
).Would that my sense of purpose, life-vision, existential mission and sustenance once again meet with life, as I look to finding another TJ; for just as hope deferred truly makes the heart sick, equally so TJ deferred casts one's countenance into a posture of terminal shoe gaze
.Thank you in advance for your collective empathy.
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