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Some of you on this forum are already familliar with my on-going saga of "I cant find any coin deeper than 7 inches". Not that anyone would necissairly care, but all those posts are a clue to a bigger delema within myself and probably many of you as well.
When I find somthing that interests or challenges me, I usualy go into an all-consuming attack mode and everything else in my life gets neglected. Metal detecting is that way for me. Recently my detectors have been receiving annonamous death threats presumably from some of the neglected people in my life. Im also hearing distant voioces saying things like "Honey I need to go down to the courthouse and get them to correct a typo on our mariage certificate. Seems they wrote my name where it should say metal detecting." and "Daddy, you said tomorow yesterday. And the day before that you said tomorow, and the day before that you said tomorow, and ..."
In otherwords, I'm getting in too deep. So far, my solutions are:
-quit (gulp!!! <img src="/metal/html/cry.gif" border=0 width=40 height=15 alt=":cry"> )
-therapy (which doesnt actualy exhist)
-become a hermit/loaner
-drugs (due to financial, moral, and other various restraints this will not improve the situation)
-replacements (Obviously acomplishes nothing. Same problem, different vehicle)
-full frontal labotomy (good one, but I haven't quite finished all my mental torture in life yet. But boy when I do Ill be at that admitting desk faster than you can say "drool"),
and so on and so fourth.
So, If anyone can relate, and has found a way to achieve balance in their life, Do Tell!
When I find somthing that interests or challenges me, I usualy go into an all-consuming attack mode and everything else in my life gets neglected. Metal detecting is that way for me. Recently my detectors have been receiving annonamous death threats presumably from some of the neglected people in my life. Im also hearing distant voioces saying things like "Honey I need to go down to the courthouse and get them to correct a typo on our mariage certificate. Seems they wrote my name where it should say metal detecting." and "Daddy, you said tomorow yesterday. And the day before that you said tomorow, and the day before that you said tomorow, and ..."
In otherwords, I'm getting in too deep. So far, my solutions are:
-quit (gulp!!! <img src="/metal/html/cry.gif" border=0 width=40 height=15 alt=":cry"> )
-therapy (which doesnt actualy exhist)
-become a hermit/loaner
-drugs (due to financial, moral, and other various restraints this will not improve the situation)
-replacements (Obviously acomplishes nothing. Same problem, different vehicle)
-full frontal labotomy (good one, but I haven't quite finished all my mental torture in life yet. But boy when I do Ill be at that admitting desk faster than you can say "drool"),
and so on and so fourth.
So, If anyone can relate, and has found a way to achieve balance in their life, Do Tell!