Yettie One

Pretty good idea to be fair. That will get through to a few, just not enough

Yeah braces wouldn't put me off someone, actually I have know a few really damn cute people with braces in my life. Never dated one as yet, and I guess at this stage of life it'd not really be a factor to be worried about in middle aged men. Maybe more dentures to be thinking about at this time in life. Hahahaha

Loss is never an easy thing to deal with, and lets be honest, a horse is a majestic, noble and special creature. Bee you are so lucky that you got to share time with such a wonderful animal, I can only dream of what it must be like to have a friend of that kind waiting to carry you when ever he can, to enjoy the touch of your hand, and the sound of your voice. For what it is worth, I only hope that you realise that he misses you just as much as you miss him, and even though he is not here in any physical form, I am one of those that likes to think that his spirit is out there somewhere still watching over you with fondness and love. Joe gosh, darkness is never a good place to be, and to have to smile at the world and hide that darkness is often harder than accepting the darkness at all. I guess in some ways you have turned a corner, and realised that we are all imperfect, filled with fears and insecurities. You know, so often we imagine that everyone else's life is perfect and hunky dory and lovely jubbley, but the truth is that for the vast majority of us we all stand in much the same shoes, needing and wanting people to understand us and be there to help make the darkness bearable. I think you are right though, at times we want someone to show us the way, yet we have to learn or figure it out for ourselves. No one can take the darkness, but we can share it with you, and allow you to realise that you are not completely alone. There are people who know, understand and feel the same as you. Keep you chin up pal. Smile, sleep and feel refreshed is you can. Marky Mark. Really hope that things are well with you and your man. I am sure the harvest has kept you busy, but as we draw into autumn and the nights come earlier, I hope we get to catch up and have a good old gossip soon. Joann, work seems to be keeping you so busy recently girl. Keep your spirits up and remember your an angel in disguise. Armed with your six guns, crow bars, and all the other weapons I keep trying to hide from you, you always are there to give us a kind word, a hug of encouragement, a thought for the day, or just chew our ear off in chat. We love you girl, and I ain't shy to say it either. Henry_Henry don't hide under the bed so long!!!!!!!! haha. No I don't disagree with you, and heck maybe you know a whole lot more about it than me, but I think that essentially depression is something that affects us all individually and the solution therefore has to be individual. A broad solution that sorts us all out is never going to be something that we find, so hey, maybe it is something that we can agree to disagree about ey? Wayne, Roan, Harcallard, Mike, Billy Brat, James, Breeze, Andrea, Zolla Lilly, Sid, Tommy, Blondeboi, and all the others that come here as and when we need, my thoughts go out to you, wishing you well and happiness and good tidings today, and any other day for that matter. Hugs to you all, even if you don't want one, there's one for you anyway. Take care and smile if you can, the day seems better when you can.

You forgot the option that says "Pretending to be the boss all day!" hehe

Sorry Mike I just had to giggle when I saw this reaction. PERFECT!!!!!!!! :D

I am really loving the tune much right now! :D :D

Thanks Percy. Love to get feedback and hear what other people think. And yeah, music is such a massive part of my life. I am surrounded by it in a way, and just enjoy sharing it. xx

I love to keep busy. It makes the days race by, and all of a sudden, look, it is Saturday, and I am left wondering to myself where the hell did the last week go? The plus side of being a busy bee is that your mind is occupied and you get to spend lots of time doing fun things that recently you have not really been given the opportunity to enjoy. But then with every up side, there is a down side too, and while I have really enjoyed being as busy as I have this week, I have also missed kind of having my finger on the button so to speak. Does anyone else suffer GA withdrawl symptoms? No? Ok, I'll shut up now! lol. So you are all reading this thinking 'God Rob's gone mad!' and to be honest you wouldn't be far wrong. Life recently has been such a wild roller coaster of up hill and down hill, bored to distraction one moment and rushed into a manic frenzy the next. I do kind of feel like a tornado has swept through my life and left me very uncertain of where the heck I landed. Learning that life has moments of chaos and that we are actually quite adept at sorting it out, adapting and getting on with it is often an amazing feat that i pause to marvel at. Humankind has got to be the most adaptable creature on the planet, and the age old saying of "We'll make a plan" rings as true today as it ever has. Sometimes they are botch plans, temporary fixes, a patchwork to get us through the moment. Other times they are organisational wonders, detailed plans that involve hours of preparation loads of operational skill, and produce amazing results. Thing thing that I always find amusing about this random approach to our circumstances, is how often we are as unsuccessful as we are in getting the results we wanted in the first place. Failure is an ever present part of the plot, the uncertain and unpredictable result, much the same as a roll of the dice. Yet this doesn't seem to phase us as people. We just plough on, pick up the pieces of our failure and find another way. I love that about the human endeavour. Watch a small child. They set their mind on an eventual goal, and learn through experience how to go from where they stand, to the mind blowing feeling of achievement that success brings to us. It is this desire to win, this overwhelming burden to get it right, be the best, find a way, that makes us special people. So even in the chaos of random activity, the pressures of our daily lives, we still manage to find a way. Ways to stay in touch. Ways to let those who matter, know that they are important. Ways to stay healthy, and fed and watered. Ways to keep our finger on the pulse. So yeah, I guess I am just saying that despite the fact that we dip in and out of the focus of our friends and acquaintances it does not make us any less special, needed or important. We may from time to time feel a little isolated, lonely or forgotten, but reading between the lines, we realise that there are times we all just don't have the time we wish we had. It is probably just at that moment that the people you miss need to hear that you are there, alive, well and thinking of them. A simple message, a word of encouragement, a smile on a highly pressured day. These are all things we need, cherish and desire, so make a little effort and remember that those around us have just as much on their plate as we do on our own. Together we are the ones that make the difference in our world. Thought for today - "How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in our weary world." - William Shakespeare Song for today - Girls and Boys by Blur

Hey Brian, so it's that special day where we all get to remind you that another year has rolled by, another batch of grey hairs have suddenly made themselves visible and one's bones just don't work as well as they did last time around. Happy Birthday buddy. I hope you have a really great day, lots of special memories, and all the very best wishes for the year ahead mate. Take care. xx

Meh I don't know what the hell happened there, so I'll just answer it this way. Okies so to all ya special, friendly, happy peeps, THANK YOU for your kind words, happy messages, and chuckles. NNN that was a lovely little lymeric buddy. Never had anyone send me anything like that before and got a massive smile! Thanks. Zombie Zombie Zombie! I...... I...... erm...... Feck, I don't know what to do with a FIREMAN! Send me a FIRETRUCK next time!!!!!!!!! hehehe And too the rest of you, I had tried to reply to each post, but got a "You've posted too many quotes" slap from the system! So sorry I can't seem to do that, but ya all are really appreciated for the thoughts you sent anyway. Love ya all. Rob xxx

So it is a special day apparently. I wish someone had told my dentist that! The side of my face feels like it's had a punch Mike Tyson would be proud of! I guess it is my own fault for not asking for a different date, but I'd rather get it bloody done and dusted to be honest. I am pretty lucky in that we have a really cool dentist in the next village, and they fuss over their patients and really are rather nice, so it makes the whole experience rather nice. For this reason they are a really busy practice, and there are always a load of people there when I visit. Today was not much different, and I was sat in the waiting room with a number of adults, a fair few elderly folk, a mom and baby, and one or two around my own age. Most were busy reading this or that, or checking out the posters on the wall. I sat there wondering what I would do today, and pretty much decided that I'd write a blog, considering it's meant to be a special day and all that! Just what to write about now.... Then it happened. A rather stunning looking young gentleman, maybe around 23, walked into the waiting area, dressed in rather trendy modern fashion. As is the case with an awful lot of the youth today, his trousers were just about around his ankles, and his rather ample, tight, delicious looking bum was tightly wrapped in a pair of royal blue boxer briefs, leaving next to nothing to the imagination. I automatically tutted to myself, I mean what is the world coming to, when you go to your local dentist and there is a young man doing everything he can to turn everyone on! I mean I did sit there thinking to myself, "Damn dude, if you really have to let your jeans sag that low, you may as well leave the bloody things at home and just walk around in your jocks!!!" Not that I'd be complaining in this instance! But it did make me chuckle to myself watching the reaction around the surgery. Remember the time when a 'Builders Bum' was a rather unsightly thing to observe, and most people would politely look away, and attempt to hide their embarrassment or disdain. However, now it is all proudly worn on display for the whole world to see, crack and all. The result is really quite dangerous for the gay man. I mean, there are occasions, where the person that becomes the target of one's attention is dressed in some form of sporting gear, say for example the modern form of track suit bottoms that are common with the younger generation here in the UK. Right now at this time, the trend is for these to be made of a light cotton like material with no inner lining that is common with a comparable nylon pair of 'trackie' pants. Put this together with the trend to leave one's trackies sagging low, added to the fact that certain bulges and shapes become rather obvious through the flimsy thin fabric, the dangerous result for a typical horny gay man is that lamp posts, bollards, and other pedestrians along the sidewalk become very inconvenient obstacles to avoid while completely distracted and on the move. Another result of the sagging mentality is that most men are at last beginning to understand that a good looking pair of underwear is an asset, and a powerful tool in the 'turn on', 'turn off' department. As a person that has always had an appreciation of the male form, clad only in a good looking and rather suggestive pair of underwear, I can honestly say that I am rather satisfied that the trend of sagging has at last woken mankind up to the importance of hot underwear. But more than anything, I decided to see what I could find in relation to the topic of sagging before I wrote this blog, just to make sure that I was using the right terminologies, and not making a complete fool of myself, and came across this article which outlines possibly one of the most absurd laws I think I have discovered to date. I mean I can understand that for some it is rather offensive, but let's be honest, we are perfectly happy to sit on a beach and watch scantily clad people frollick around with everything on display. Women can freely walk around inner cities with boob tubes and other various items of clothing that leave very little to the imagination while there boobies are proudly on display, so when the tax payers money is being wasted to "Return Manliness" to Michigan, I do shake my head in wonder. Come on world, men are just showing off what they got! To all of you that have sent birthday messages, thank you so much for your kindness and nice words. I appreciate it no end, and love you all. Thought for today - "You can't leave footprints in the sands of time by sitting on your butt. And who wants to leave butt prints in the sands of time?" - Bob Moawad Song for today - Princess of China by Rhianna and Coldplay

You are right in that in our neck of the woods we certainly do call them hoodies, but the term has evolved to refer to a specific section of youth here in the UK otherwise known as Chavs. Guys and girls that hang around on street corners, dressed mainly in track suit bottoms, or trackies as they call them, and a hoodie. Thing is, in our world of anti social behaviour, perpetrated by bored youth, who are just out looking for some risky thing to entertain themselves, the term 'Hoodie' has become synonymous with the person, rather than the item of clothing, to the extent where even politicians have tried to get in on the act, our current Prime Minister having once suggested that instead of deamonising our anti social youth, if we call 'Hugged a Hoodie' we'd impact in a positive way on our out of control youth. When I read that you guys call them a bunnyhug, I cracked up. Maybe we really need to be considering renaming the offending item of clothing rather than physically using the emotional embrace. Some amazing expressions and slang terms coming out. That Cockney Rhyming Slang has always amazed me. I often wonder how the heck it started.

Some days I think yeah, heck yeah, I'd be a great dad. Other days I think HELL NO! Difficult q Menace

The words and expressions that we use as slang have always interested me. There is such a range of terminology, and every generation has its own strange expressions that make others frown. So what cool/strange/weird words/expressions do/have you used? Here is a few from me to kick off. An expression of nice/cool = Dope. Kiff. Wicked. Lacker. Mooshy. A guy mate = Oak. Ox. Geezer. Buttie boy. Cocker. Boyo. Friendly fool = You Chop. You Tit. You Nob. Money = Notes. Doe. Bucks. Quid. Dosh. Home = Crib. Doss House. Greeting = Yo. Sup. Howzit. Ella. To Sleep = I was Dossing. I was catching some Zeee's. Get some shut eye. Some expressions Voetsak (said - foot sack) Actually Afrikaans meaning go away in the same way you'd cuss. Baie Dankie (said almost like - Buy a donkey) again Afrikaans for thank you very much. Just a few to kick it off.

We have always been rather blessed as a family, as comedy for our entertainment through the years has kind of always been provided by my mother. Mom is a wonderful woman, but takes fright really easily and is so gullible bless her. I have some pure classic memories through the years of funny instances and events that provided much mirth for me as a kid and us as a family. It is always good to get around the table and recount these memories or tease mom over the various mishaps through the years. From bringing a rather posh restaurant to a standstill on Christmas day, to having a coffee shop evacuated in error, or learning to skateboard on a parcel trolley, unintentionally I might add, mom has always managed to make me crack up. This week was a perfect example. To give everyone some background, my mom has Alzheimers, and I am a full time carer now for her, luckily having been given permission to work from home. Now while this is over all a hugely difficult thing to face, it does produce some moments that can only be describes as hilarious. On Monday afternoon, while I was busy working in my room, mom occupied herself in her room with some chore or other, and everything seemed fine. At some stage I became aware that mom had been in the bathroom for a fair amount of time. It is like a sub concious thing I have kind of developed to listen for tell tail signs of distress or emergency, even when I am busy. So, I noticed that she'd been in the bathroom a fair while, and so decided to just give a close listen and make sure she was ok. I could smell her shampoo (it has a really strong scent) and realised she was washing her hair, so panic over. However, a half hour later, she was still washing her hair. I wondered what was up, but again, I have learnt to be patient and allow her to do what she needs to do as long as she is in no danger. When I eventually heard the door open, I called out to check she was ok, and heard her gawf as she wondered through to her bedroom. I waited for her to change, and could hear her giggling in her room, and by now my curiosity was raised to high levels. Eventually she came through to my office, and while still drying her hair, informed me she'd had a disaster. I turned to look at her, and asked what had happened. She explained that she'd found some stuff in her cupboard for her hair, and had decided to try it out on a little bit of her hair to see if it still suited her. Well, apparently she'd got more than she anticipated on the one side of her hair, and it was a disastrous colour, (I assume from its age or something). Too shy to tell me, she'd rushed to wash it out, but it took 16 washes to get the stuff out. Well by now I was giggling myself, just from the state my mother was in while trying to explain this all too me. I got up and followed her through to her room to dry her hair for her, and as we got there I asked what she had done with the 'stuff' she'd put in her hair. "Oh I threw the bloody stuff out," she told me. "I don't want to be doing that again." (please bear in mind my mom's memory, she'd probably forget she'd tried this in a few weeks, and if it was still lying around might try it again. I am blessed in that my mom is still aware of her mental problems and manages them quite well when she can). "Oh", I said. "What was it doing still lying around?" My mom stopped dying her hair a number of years ago now. "I don't know, I just wondered what it would look like, so wanted to try a little, but that didn't work," she giggled. "What colour was it?" I enquired. "Hang on, I'll go get it," she replied wondering off as I readied the hair dryer. When she returned, the fun started..... What she handed to me was a small bottle of Revlon Facial Foundation in a light sandy colour. Well, I was rolling on the floor. I couldn't talk, tears were streaming down my face and my sides hurt like hell. When I could eventually talk, I explained the reason for my hysteria to my mom. "This is facial make up," I explained. My mom's eyes became the size of saucers, and she proclaimed, "Oh good God, what would I want to put that s**t on my face for?" Well, this moment will live long in my memory. My mom is a fine old lady that has done so much for me in my life, and while it is hard to deal with what is going on around me, it is our ability to laugh that makes it bearable some days. I hate to think about the reality of it all, but they say it is the good things in life you remember the longest. In this instance I know that this is true. We will all face hardship and difficult times at some point in our lives, but even in the darkness, there are days that are good days. Thought for today - "While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about." - Angela Schwindt Song for today - Mama I Love You by the Spice Girls

Hey Henry_Henry Welcome to the thread. That said, not 100% sure I totally agree with everything that you say, but then I think that the effects of depression on each person is different, and something I think we'd all agree on, is that it is like a yo yo. One day you are laughing the next crying. Its effects are far ranging, can be more or less debilitating, can present as serious mental breakdown or a simple inability to find a reason to smile. The one common trend that you will find with everyone, and even yourself it would seem, is that there is no clear indication where it comes from, or why we struggle with the things we do. Personally I could sit and point my finger at any number of reasons for my own afflictions, but to pin point when or how or why it happened to me, sorry I don't think anyone of us can do that. I am sure if that was possible the treatment would be a whole lot more effective and dynamic. The one thing that I can defiantly say is that it is not my choice to struggle with these feelings. Yes they are emotions, feelings, mental issues, that ordinarily we should and are able to deal with. In therapy they explain to you that over time you begin to believe a trend of negative thoughts. Irrational as they may be, as unrealistic as they are in reality, they are reinforced by a sense of worthlessness and lack of self confidence. This is attributed some believe to a chemical imbalance in the brain, and that I don't think anyone would choose. Are they right? I don't know, but even you say that for the last three years, you have struggled with your own darkness, and don't understand or even know if it is depression or not. So do you choose to struggle with this issue? No, I doubt you woke up one day and said to yourself, 'Right today we are going to mess around with my own mental well being and emotional state, and mess around with things I don't even understand.' However, I do believe that like many people have witnessed here in this thread, how we deal with depression is a choice. I agree that there are coping mechanisms that we can choose to use, or as you say, selfishly wallow in self pity and choose to not face the world on a specific day. Now this I totally support. Like Mark I live in a quite village out of town where the silence can be more deafening than the buzz of a busy motorway. Quiet for me is a two edged sword. Yes it can help to calm my nervous soul, but it can also release the power of my mind, and that can be worse than being busy and surrounded by things that press on my time. Mental problems are a minefield of opinion. Everyone has their ideas or ways to cope or deal with things. That is what individuality is about, and while I do not dismiss what you do to get through the day, for I know that you have worked out your own way to deal with it, I would also say that if you take the time to talk to some of the people here, you will find that we are all very different, very multi dimensional and genuinely in the bigger picture good people. We may disappear from time to time, or have days where our language would make a sailor blush. Sometimes we have to slap each other up side the head, or give each other a shake, but for the large part we have learnt to reach out and share, talk and lean on each other. People will listen without judging, and allow you to sound stupid, selfish or just stark raving mad, and still give you a hug and chat about the weather afterwards. I think you will also find, if you take the time to ask, that eveyone's circumstances are different. Some people can escape the things that depress them, others are trapped in a situation that means they daily face an uphill challenge to deal with things. So yeah I do think that there are days where it is ok to be selfish like you say, and days I'll choose to face things or choose not too. These are choices I agree, and like you say it is the people/friends that we talk too that make a difference. For many of us, these are the people/friends we choose to open up to and share with. That is what makes the darkest days, when you begin to question everything, more bearable. Knowing that there are people there that will listen and have a few words of kindness to help you make it through the day. We don't all have people we can share this stuff with in our daily lives. It is never nice to go through these things, and take of this what you will, but I hope that as I and many here have, you will find that this is a community you can fall back on and slowly learn to trust. Big hugs to everyone. Once again thanks for the kind words. Keep the chins up and smile when you can, it makes you look good.

It is something we all have to deal with in life. The regret of saying things too late, or leaving things till the chance/moment/opportunity is long gone. Sad story. Typical, and there were times I was able to smile at the innocence, frown at the craziness of youth, and regret the reality of coming of age.

For a fleeting moment I pictured an indulgent possibility of Shay, Mira and Carlos all being involved in some great big affair, but of course Mira would only frustrate the poor boy in the shower, and enforce Shay's attendance for some 1 on 1 therapy. You are crafty in your ability to craft plausibility into the plot when everything seems a little too far fetched. I refer to the sudden appearance of Carlos during the escape scene. I was thinking at the time, 'Oh no, just a little too convenient Stelar,' but forgive me my snappy assumption as things developed into a thoroughly realistic possibility, and enhanced my own respect for Carlos. I'm sure this boy has his own crush on Shay! So they have walked right into the hands of the major big brass goon ey! Miles it would seem is on a one way trek to pain and hurt! Has he not learnt these boys don't play games by now? Jeeeeesh the good looking nut needs to get his head read. And I see how Konstantien has been busy. I am interested though to learn how he came to meet up with Miles, and where is this all leading. Oh how the story unwinds. As ever Stelar a fantastic instalment to this tale. The personal relationship between the two boys is beyond words really. Thoughtful, sensitive and moving, the words flow into a lagoon of tranquil perfection. The description of the scene in the bath is so right. The cute way that Mira steadies Shay's uncertainty. The growing relationship between these two is a pure joy to experience. My fav chapter to date, and well worth the wait, but, ah hell, you know what I'm going to say. Next chapter tomorrow???

Well said! I never liked the film, I thought it was a terrible representation of a coming of age story, so I'm glad I'm not the only one. Did enjoy your rant though. 10 points.

When the going gets tough, the tough get going! Yeah I wish I could jump on my bike and get going anywhere but here. I shouldn't complain at all to be fair. It is not like I have it as bad as some, and my famous habit of burying my head in the sand and refusing to actually deal with it all, till later.... (tho I am never really sure when later is) has kicked into play really well over the last couple of weeks. I haven't had a good old rant in a while, but to be fair I haven't had enough time to stop and rant. I hate the feeling of self pity, but sometimes when I stop to think about everything going on around me, it is hard not to feel a little alone, and sad that this is what has got to happen. It is so damn easy to feel sorry for yourself. But I am determined that even if it means I do bury my head in the sand and pretend that it is not there, I'll get through this. I think the one big thing that is so hard to deal with is Guilt. It is not supposed to be there, and everyone tells you "It's not your fault," but can anyone of you honestly tell me that you don't blame yourself for something? Maybe you didn't say something in time, or do enough while you had the chance. Whatever the reason we are our own worst enemy, and we carry that burden long and hard. Trying to deal with guilt, I am learning, is no easy thing, and I have come to realise that a lot of it is stuff that I have carried for years. Regrets, unspoken, unconsidered, never shared, yet there, powerful and unrelenting in their woeful grip on your life. It is a funny thing, I've always been the kind of person that's said, "Regrets, I don't have any regrets", when the truth is that, heck yeah I got regrets. I just chose in the past to deny their existence and pretend or lie to myself that they don't matter, or are not regrets really. How foolish. Why do we do these things to ourselves? Life is so complex. Each day is about learning something new. Each week is about growing a little. Every month you try to survive, and in a year you learn so much. Some of it we learn and forget, but some of it changes us forever. I haven't come to this thread much recently. I did for a time think it was better to just keep quiet and try not to tread on anyone's toes, but I came to realise, that in this instance, on this thread, maybe it is ok to be a little selfish and use this space to just shout at the world. I guess I am writing as much for myself as anything. Take of it what you will, we all need a place to hide and be able to speak those dark secrets that we don't like to share. To anyone listening, thanks. To those that care for each other, I don't know why you do, but I do know that without it, life would be a whole lot worse. To those that go the extra distance, has anyone ever told you how you saved a life today? Extreme? Think about it, a few kind words to someone on the edge of darkness brings sunshine to a black hole. You didn't even realise you did it. That is how powerful support and kindness are. So to anyone that does it, and that is most all of you on this thread, thanks.

I keep hearing about Mimosa's! What the devil are they. Meh, I am too lazy to google.

Oh good Shout The_Round_One. Magners with lots of ice on a hot summers day is just tooo good. My mom used to make a Baileys Creme when I was much younger. I wonder if that has anything to do with me liking Whisky now.

LOL I bet that has made for an interesting pause in a session or two!

Hmmmmmmm I am not sure what to make of this chapter. I'm still a bit mystified as to what happened to the Russian Godfather Oh gosh Stellar, I want the next chapter like NOW, so I can figure this all out! Grrrrr..... Lol. Frustrations of wanting to know everything immediately aside, that was a pretty intense chapter buddy. The effortless flow of language when we see through Mira's thought pattern is seamless and impeccable. The blend of language and action depict a being so in tune with his inner self, his identity and his purpose that I quite envy Mira. I wish I had that ability to be totally in control of my inner being. I kept waiting for Shay to heal Mira or something, wondering if he'd discover another burst of mental energy, or something similar. And how the **** did they capture a sharpling? Yikes, I don't envy the bugger that's gotta go get him out for interrogation! I can't wait to figure out what's going on with Konstantin, and finding out whatever is going to happen next. Bring on the next chapter please....... hehe x

I find it quite frustrating as I used to go first directly to the forum, go through stuff there, where it is easier to use your five likes in rapid form, then when it comes to settling down to actually read something, I've got no likes left. But if I am honest, I prefer to leave feedback in the form of a proper comment on the story, than click the like button. In my mind the like fits a post in the forum or a blog, but if you have read the story and liked it at last tell the author why you liked it, even if it is only one simple line of text. Personally I'd prefer that a whole lot more than someone clicking a like button. Yeah the like adds to your reputation, but I see that as someone more actively participant on the site than their reputation as an author. Maybe I am wrong in viewing it that way, but I just think that I learn more from actual comments than the likes, and I appreciate the feedback more when it is tangible. I know that all the mods and site promoters try to encourage people to feedback more, and it would be lovely to see it happen more often. It would be nice to figure out some way of maybe promoting feedback more, like switching likes to feedback, or giving a feedback status so that people can see what your feedback reputation is. Again just an idea to try help promote feedback