How can one not care for your girlfriend or boyfriend, and care for themselves more?
They are called your other half for a reason.
It is also “RU OK?” Day
Whilst i’m highly opposed to the crude spelling of this even i am happy that depression and other mental illnesses are being treated with compassion and care for one another, and moving away from common practices of drugging up people who suffer from such illnesses.
Tonight in highlight of this even i am opening my ask box to anything related to this day. Similar to Secret Sunday. You may post anything, however it does not have to be regarding a secret, if you seek advice you may ask.
For more information regarding this day go here.
My Ask Box Can be found here, anon has been disabled but please be appropriate about it.
Take the time to ensure your closest friends are ok. They may need it.
Over 66,000 People attempt to take their lives in Australia ALONE. Imagine how much difference it makes to have someone who cares.
-Roaring Fox
Don Ritchie, i met him around a year ago on pure coincidence, having known of him through a friend.
For those who do not know of Don Ritchie, you may recognise him by the name: “Guardian Angel”.
Don Ritchie is a man who for over 50 years has watched over a cliff known as: “The Gap” the most notorious suicide location in Sydney, the worst in all of Australia with local residents suggesting that at least one person a week has attempted to commit suicide in that location.
However, this a majority of the time prevented by Don, and his voluntary service to watch over the lonely and desperate people who attempt to leave the world. To date Don reckons he has saved over 160 lives through personal assistance, and witnessed many more deciding better, and leaving.
Yet many do leave, however, upon meeting him i thanked him personally for being able to save my friends life. Three years ago my one of my friends attempted suicide at that very spot, whilst Don did not push into his personal life, he offered my friend to come to his house and talk things through.
Today marks the three years in which my friend attempted to end his life, thankfully he is still around today, all because of this man who asks for nothing in return, but the preservation of life and happiness.
It is Don who gave me the reason for caring so much, to understand that many need it, not necessarily anything major, but someone to talk to, someone to care.
And i do, still to this day, with everyone i meet, as many of you know.
To those who do not know me well, i always offer this, there is only one time where i am not contactable, and that is in 80 or so years when my time has come.
Until then you may ask for any assistance. Any whatsoever.
It does not bother me, no matter what you think.
I do it because i care.
There is always help.
Just ask.
-Roaring Fox
Thank you for being here Sam, you are an amazing person.
This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores.
This is in honour of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honour of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honour of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style. This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favour cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
You cant keep doing this to yourself. She whispered, softly touching my arm in an attempt to comfort me.
Rain falling, a shower on an odd angle, sharper than most saturating everything in its cold wet touch. Alerting everything to its presence.
The world is crying with you love, make the sun come out. It makes us all happier. She looks to my eyes, her deep green and gold eyes, like deep expansions of clouds.
I have to keep on doing this, i can’t leave them alone. I mumbled back incoherently, she only ever managed to understand me when i spoke like this.
Smiling she replies; Yes, but are you really leaving them alone?
Tears welling in the thought; No, i suppose not. But what if i fail? What would they think of me?
Quick to the mark as always. Failure teaches us that life is but a draft, a long rehearsal for a show that will never play….
Silence for a minute. My mind racing, all those thoughts of past failures, successes, memories.
She continued; It doesn’t matter about the mistakes you make, it doesn’t matter if you fail. You keep going. Life continues. Failure has no impact.
I look up, realisation hitting me. This was it, this was where nothing else mattered, failure was no longer significant, failure was no longer the chains which bound me down to my chair, my life.
I no longer feared.
I placed my hands on her shoulders and pulled her close, her lips touching mine.
I felt her smile as i did so.
-Roaring Fox
(Source: roaringfox)
How can one not care for your girlfriend or boyfriend, and care for themselves more?
They are called your other half for a reason.
You’re never alone, I’m always near,
When your troubled, down or blue.
All you have to do is call me,
I’m always here for you.
It doesn’t matter where I’m at,
It doesn’t matter when.
When you need someone to talk to,
I’m here to be your friend.
If you need someone to hold your hand,
or a hug to say I care.
If you need a shoulder to cry on,
for you I will be there.
So never think you are a burden,
when the weight gets to be to much.
You might find if look hard enough,
a good friend could be the right touch.
You’re never alone, I’m always here,
through the good times and the bad.
I’m always here to be your friend,
I don’t like to see you sad.