tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post342269275928177376..comments2024-03-28T02:06:49.582+00:00Comments on In this life: Being someone elsePam http://www.blogger.com/profile/12641269043817163165noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post-53715556666137095952008-09-07T18:52:00.000+01:002008-09-07T18:52:00.000+01:00A fine and thoughtful posting, Isabelle. We are gi...A fine and thoughtful posting, Isabelle. We are given a body to inhabit and what we do with it is up to us. If I was "somebody else" then I would no longer be "me" (= death, in my book).<BR/>Having nearly reached 70 I am very comfortable in this old body, even with its aches and pains and chronic disease - a bit like a favourite armchair which, in spite of its frayed edges, lumps and bumps, I know and can relax into.Avushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16512540148378201058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post-27514423160672046372008-08-30T17:01:00.000+01:002008-08-30T17:01:00.000+01:00When out walking the dog, I often admire people's ...When out walking the dog, I often admire people's houses and wonder if it is cuter/cozier/more welcoming inside than mine is. Sometimes I catch glimpses and it always seems so. Odd, isn't it? I have a lovely house and a lovely family. Perhaps we can't always help but wonder what it's like on the other side of the fence.wife2abadgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03886552203311389234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post-22262265081316837622008-08-30T02:49:00.000+01:002008-08-30T02:49:00.000+01:00I have spent my life wishing I was like somebody e...I have spent my life wishing I was like somebody else!<BR/>I always wished to be very beautiful or very smart but I have had to settle for very weird. Which is ok.<BR/><BR/><BR/>I love the way you drift off into dreaming in this post, only to suddenly find the scottish pragmatism kick in., I could just HEAR you saying "Which is just as well!"<BR/>that made me laugh.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Anyway I believe that you are perfectly lovely as you are.fifihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06946945635726214503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post-89099873090650484452008-08-30T02:29:00.000+01:002008-08-30T02:29:00.000+01:00It takes us a while to get used to being 'just us'...It takes us a while to get used to being 'just us', doesn't it? <BR/>I always thought I had big saddlebags and a pot belly. I do actually have a pot belly (my mother's tummy...thank you Mum!) :), but when I look back at old photos I can't figure out why I thought my thighs were too big. Funny, isn't it? <BR/>Isabelle, if you ever take a trip over this way you must come and see our view for yourself...first hand. We'd be happy to share :) It really is rather lovely.Kerrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18362584475435433892noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post-33140793358061261142008-08-30T00:20:00.000+01:002008-08-30T00:20:00.000+01:00A profound post here. I've felt like that lots of ...A profound post here. I've felt like that lots of times. And there were times when driving home at night, I could see inside people's homes and wonder who lived there and what their life was like. Was it more fun, easier, or loving than my own? I always remind myself what Popeye the sailor man said, "I yam what I yam."Leslie:https://www.blogger.com/profile/11964698251137788839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post-85896935926577242082008-08-29T10:53:00.000+01:002008-08-29T10:53:00.000+01:00The sign of a life well-lived, Isabelle, that you ...The sign of a life well-lived, Isabelle, that you are content to be you. You did however remind me of our high school headmaster who fought a long-running and ultimately futile battle to stop girls wearing jeans to school. He actually used to send notes round the school pointing out how awful girls looked from behind in jeans! And he hoped this would stop us wearing them. In fact it just made us stop walking in front of him. (That memo would probably make front page of the Daily Mail these days, wouldn't it?)Lothhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15949068764211292370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post-52788459659815845012008-08-29T10:23:00.000+01:002008-08-29T10:23:00.000+01:00I love my life, but I enjoy so much reading about ...I love my life, but I enjoy so much reading about yours that I sometimes wish I was you Isabelle.Kathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01767856377154709008noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post-73483633077326403462008-08-29T04:41:00.000+01:002008-08-29T04:41:00.000+01:00Isabelle, I am laughing a LOT at you walking behin...Isabelle, I am laughing a LOT at you walking behind the boy envying him his small bottom.Stomper Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04038937073264645029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post-5256573232586970062008-08-28T22:42:00.000+01:002008-08-28T22:42:00.000+01:00Hi Isabelle I dont want to be anybody else But I w...Hi Isabelle I dont want to be anybody else But I would like to be healthy like a lot of people I have had a lot of bad health since having Two heart attacks in 2006.And I look at healthy people and wish I was like them.Have A good weekend.<BR/> Hugs Mary.Scottish Nannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11418899549096176115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post-69926341237927439842008-08-28T21:34:00.000+01:002008-08-28T21:34:00.000+01:00Boy, isn't it the truth that we thought we were so...Boy, isn't it the truth that we thought we were so fat when we were young and we really weren't? I'd love to have my young shaped "fat" self back now! Another lovely post Isabelle -- and so amazing that in different hemispheres and parts of the world, you and Meggie had such a similar post on the same day!Thimbleannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03650582809426872051noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23379328.post-8747202757905967152008-08-28T20:52:00.000+01:002008-08-28T20:52:00.000+01:00Just as well indeed. I have often wished to be som...Just as well indeed. I have often wished to be someone else, but not a specific someone else, just...not me. Fortunately, I don't think like that much any more. Also just as well.Rosemary Riveterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09114557203546642161noreply@blogger.com