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<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><title>Contorted Anguish</title><link>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/</link><atom:link xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" href="http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/feed/rss2/comments/"/><description></description><language>en-UK</language><generator>MokoFeed</generator><ttl>10</ttl><image><title>Contorted Anguish</title><link>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/4a/c920ac5288b60823b7c47a847499bb_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>In response to:Contorted Anguish.</title><link>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2008/11/02/contorted-anguish-4970895/#c8779936</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:benworrdern.blog.co.uk,2009-01-12:/2008/11/02/contorted-anguish-4970895/#c8779936</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 12:28:42 +0100</pubDate><description>your site is very usefull for us &lt;br&gt;
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</description><comments>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2005/07/24/title_16053/#c4890404</comments></item><item><title>In response to:title-628946</title><link>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2006/03/10/title~628946/#c1452454</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:benworrdern.blog.co.uk,2006-07-30:/2006/03/10/title~628946/#c1452454</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Jul 2006 16:29:05 +0200</pubDate><description>I'd seen this a while back. You mean the world to me. Everything you have done for me speaks more than words ever can.&lt;br&gt;
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...But words are nice too :)&lt;br&gt;
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xx</description><comments>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2006/03/10/title~628946/#c1452454</comments></item><item><title>In response to:title-88982</title><link>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2005/07/24/title_16053/#c772893</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:benworrdern.blog.co.uk,2006-03-04:/2005/07/24/title_16053/#c772893</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Mar 2006 15:38:54 +0100</pubDate><description>Love envokes the most wonderful feelings. The intensity at which they are felt, the churning of emotions, the passion felt within. Every ounce of heartache, whether it be from the break up of a relationship, or one that never got started for many reasons is worth one thing: Finding your true love, working through ups and downs. &lt;br&gt;
I came across a blog, unintentionally, that I recognised to be my boyfriend's. At that point, it was a few months after I had made the decision I had wanted to be with him. I knew one thing at the point of indecision. I couldn't let him go. There was something that stopped me. Perhaps, in some way, something inside of me was communicating to me, that what my mind couldn't begin to contemplate.&lt;br&gt;
Sharing experience in times of intense emotions is something, I think, should be done. A release, from the heat residing under the water of a steam kettle, to use an analogy. But for all of that, our minds are our own worst enemy. Wondering, again and again about things, brooding over them. Our minds are half the battle. Both in my indecision and in my boyfriend's feelings at the time, when I wasn't with him, I can't begin to think what it did to him, but through his blog, I understand.&lt;br&gt;
Life is for learning, and i've been able to learn from this experience. No doubt, i'll make god knows how many more of them till I breathe the last breath on this world.&lt;br&gt;
When you find the one you truly love, there is a little glint to the world that wasn't there before. The creation of a bond, the completion of each other. No amount of friends, money, jobs can do that. Love is unique that way. Selflessness, I believe, only comes from love; whether it be for a partner, or  something else. Love is the only thing that can make us think of something other than ourselves, to try and make that other person as happy as we can.&lt;br&gt;
Of course, our need for survival, carrying on our genes, is no doubt the driving force of a lot of things, survival especially. But love changes things. &lt;br&gt;
Love is the exception to the rule.</description><comments>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2005/07/24/title_16053/#c772893</comments></item><item><title>In response to:title-111193</title><link>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2005/08/08/title_16055/#c79255</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:benworrdern.blog.co.uk,2005-08-08:/2005/08/08/title_16055/#c79255</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2005 19:38:31 +0200</pubDate><description>My gran used to say '...and maturity makes life simple'.   If it is true...*s*</description><comments>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2005/08/08/title_16055/#c79255</comments></item><item><title>In response to:title-88982</title><link>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2005/07/24/title_16053/#c76792</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:benworrdern.blog.co.uk,2005-08-06:/2005/07/24/title_16053/#c76792</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Aug 2005 02:11:52 +0200</pubDate><description>I've just sat and read your blog and like the other commenters am truely amased at your eloquence. Finding the right words is a talent indeed. Yes this is for you, but is there something underneath lurking to be told? Isn't that why we're all here, is there an aspect of all our lives that we fail to communicate, be it love, fantasy or even our past. And that leads to this shared feeling of inadequacy and insecurity.Perhaps this is a therapy we all need, to have someone read and give comment in a form , which in the 'real' world we couldn't even begin to tolorate. So yes it is for you but even your private musing have searched for a reader, your speech is directed and gripping. Dealing with an experience can never be sorted out inthe short term, we just have to keep plugging away and reacting- bouncing off in all directions until we lose and refind how we need to act. I'm begginning to feel that love is the most terrible thing that can happen to someone.</description><comments>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2005/07/24/title_16053/#c76792</comments></item><item><title>In response to:title-88982</title><link>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2005/07/24/title_16053/#c62592</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:benworrdern.blog.co.uk,2005-07-26:/2005/07/24/title_16053/#c62592</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2005 06:03:28 +0200</pubDate><description>just came across your words after seeing you were a contact of Isabel's. and wanted to share with you that if she doesn't want you as a mate, if she rejects you (and it doesn't matter for what reason), it actually means that that you don't really fit, no matter how hard it is to accept it. That's one of the tests, that the desire works in both directions... but the pain of heartache is terrible, and I hope you find a good way to deal with it. my best wishes to you.</description><comments>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2005/07/24/title_16053/#c62592</comments></item><item><title>In response to:title-89541</title><link>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2005/07/24/title_16049/#c62577</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:benworrdern.blog.co.uk,2005-07-26:/2005/07/24/title_16049/#c62577</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2005 04:42:59 +0200</pubDate><description>Feelings and fears can be so consuming. I still don't know if it is better to dive into deep thought or to try to shrug it off and act instinctively, risking embarrasment. &lt;br&gt;
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More often than not I tend to think, take time out and write, perhaps chat to a buddy.... that's why I love this medium. &lt;br&gt;
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I hope it works for you too.</description><comments>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2005/07/24/title_16049/#c62577</comments></item><item><title>In response to:title-88982</title><link>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2005/07/24/title_16053/#c60831</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:benworrdern.blog.co.uk,2005-07-24:/2005/07/24/title_16053/#c60831</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jul 2005 18:29:48 +0200</pubDate><description>you write beautifully... keep going! writing helps, I agree..good luck&lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2005/07/24/title_16053/#c60831</comments></item><item><title>In response to:title-88982</title><link>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2005/07/24/title_16053/#c60483</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:benworrdern.blog.co.uk,2005-07-24:/2005/07/24/title_16053/#c60483</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jul 2005 04:04:16 +0200</pubDate><description>Hello dear fellow, glad to see someone has take the initiative NOT to start their journal with “This is my first entry/time …” Congratulations on that one, as for the rest well…where do I start? So much to say but yet so much should be left unsaid. For fear of trivializing you feelings I won’t claim to know exactly how you feel, because your feelings, well, they are your own and although people can empathize no one can know how YOU feel.&lt;br&gt;
That said, I just wanted to let you know that you have a nice turn of phrase. Also, I think all forms of love have their plus and minuses. Take for example unrequited love, it teaches you how to undergo torment for the sake of someone you love, it also drives to utter despair but the upside is: it makes you humble and aware of how others in your predicament might feel. Then there’s falling in love, it’s beautiful unless you’re the one who’s loved even if you don’t love in return. There are many nuances and I shan’t bore you with all of them, but I think you get the gist.&lt;br&gt;
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What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. &lt;br&gt;
</description><comments>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2005/07/24/title_16053/#c60483</comments></item><item><title>In response to:title-88982</title><link>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2005/07/24/title_16053/#c60482</link><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:benworrdern.blog.co.uk,2005-07-24:/2005/07/24/title_16053/#c60482</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Jul 2005 03:59:03 +0200</pubDate><description>Hi,&lt;br&gt;
I have just written a very crude entry in my blog and then I come across your eloquently written one. It feels good to know that other people feel that the highs are equal to the lows that one can feel, their felt in equal measure. It´s like the gods remind people that are inlove that in the end... we are human.&lt;br&gt;
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Keep writing- this is the best blog I´ve come across by far. I should probably keep a stiffer upper lip about it- but you really write well and you should know.&lt;br&gt;
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Isabel </description><comments>http://benworrdern.blog.co.uk/2005/07/24/title_16053/#c60482</comments></item></channel></rss>
