I honestly didn’t mind so much being left on the shelf. I’d been there for such a long time as it happened and was extremely happy as I was. It was a steady place, stable, and though it was getting a little dusty perhaps, I didn’t care much. I was contented and most of all I was safe and happy to be there.
I wasn’t top shelf by any means, it was more like I was on a second hand rack, towards the bottom if you like, but I did come with a reserve price. I’d been well looked after, cared for, and I wasn’t going cheap by any means.
The label stated quite clearly that I had a lot to offer; a warm heart, with a sparkle in my eye, while my smile lit up a room. It said I was smart, charming, polite and I was strong, yet feminine. Full of merit, integrity, substance and of great interest. In fact I did exactly what it said on the tin. I was one of a kind.
But I very quickly became surplus to requirements however and I didn’t quite fit into the returns policy. I wasn’t in my original, unused state. Neither was I defective, or faulty, so I’ve ended up as an unwanted item.
I currently sit in the quarantine department, with a prominent ‘damaged goods’ sticker attached.
It’s quiet here…but secure.
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texasblues
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Oct 27 @ 8:19PM
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Don't think of it as being left shelf, rather think of it has being displayed for many to admire  Just take a felt tip marker and blot out "aged" and you have "dam good" 
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MrPaul
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Oct 27 @ 8:22PM
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displayed for many to admire A wonderful lady  
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ANGRY_MUPPET
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Oct 27 @ 8:26PM
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I just know this blog is about me  
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gunn12fan
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Oct 27 @ 8:38PM
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Your not Damaged goods your me friend
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Blaiserboy
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Oct 27 @ 8:43PM
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at least you have a place where you can rest......and stare out at the world....
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Clair_Voyeuse
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Oct 27 @ 8:50PM
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Things are often more appreciated when recycled; take heart.
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matisse731
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Oct 27 @ 8:55PM
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After being fed all those preservatives, We may have a very very longgggg shelf life 
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Mission_Impossible139
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Oct 27 @ 8:55PM
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A lot has to do with the packaging. Are you colorful? When your top is touched does a little song play? Are there easy to read instructions as to preparation? Does one need a special pan or bowl or some unusual tool to mix you up? The answer is there, I'm sure, it's a matter of seeing the alternatives. On other shelves you may be considered a culinary treat.
You can't trust labels nor can you trust those who attach the stickers.
Have you ever heard of an intelligent sticker person?
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misschoos
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Oct 27 @ 9:03PM
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A lot has to do with the packaging. Are you colorful? When your top is touched does a little song play? Are there easy to read instructions as to preparation? Does one need a special pan or bowl or some unusual tool to mix you up? The answer is there, I'm sure, it's a matter of seeing the alternatives. On other shelves you may be considered a culinary treat.
You can't trust labels nor can you trust those who attach the stickers.
Have you ever heard of an intelligent sticker person?
I am colourful and I sing a bad song, but most of all, the instructions were perfectly clear.
Yes I know an intelligent sticker person, but I wasn't a 'stickeronner' I was the designer.
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Mission_Impossible139
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Oct 27 @ 9:24PM
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Mission_Impossible139
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Oct 27 @ 9:32PM
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I sing a bad song, but most of all, the instructions were perfectly clear.
Yes I know an intelligent sticker person, but I wasn't a 'stickeronner' I was the designer
You should change the song to Buy Me
As to instructions: Men must be taught as if you taught them not, And things unknown proposed as things forgot.
Alexander Pope
I would never accuse of being a stickeronner. I think I know you as a sticker designer extraordinaire however, it could be, the stickeronner, no matter how honorable is sticking the sticker where it was not designed to be stuck. Think about it.
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Clair_Voyeuse
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Oct 27 @ 9:37PM
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...sounds like a sticky wicket, all round 
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misschoos
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Oct 27 @ 9:41PM
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You should change the song to Buy Me
Life in a yellow submarine doesn't suit, it never did, although it sounded good at the time. Can you paint your bus yellow perhaps? 
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ColdinWisconsin
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Oct 27 @ 10:18PM
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It sounds like you are in a rough place where you have categorized yourself to this extent. As if what and who you are is a done deal.
Not So!
Life, regeneration and change exist even when we don't wan them to. They are at work right now as I write this. Like a virus it spreads until one day we look up and we are not in a dusty old shop at all, but out on the street surrounded by millions.
Life, energy and suddenly the desire to move on.
Ahhhh, life. It's doesn't end until it ends.....
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WSOR
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Oct 27 @ 10:21PM
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You are FAR from damaged goods. You are unique, & beautiful.. inside & out.
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kywonder
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Oct 27 @ 10:45PM
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I have to agree with WSOR. You are far from being damaged goods. The problem is that the caretaker did not know the value of the package that they had. You are still rare, one of a kind, an original, an in my estimation, all these qualities added up together make you more valuable that what Christies can afford.
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sweetxy
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Oct 27 @ 11:08PM
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Words are just words,thought of today might be the lovely gift for tomorrow.
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hpylady_
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Oct 27 @ 11:48PM
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Get off the shelf .. there isn't a shelf worthy of you ..
you have stuff to do .. you can't do it sitting on a shelf
Life is a trip .. meant to be traveled .. which means moving ...off the shelf
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BionicCouple
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Oct 28 @ 6:18AM
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I didn't mind being on the shelf either ... We are all damaged goods to an extent, life batters us but the bruises heal in time and only we know where they once were. I would rather have stayed on the shelf than settled for something else.
There's nothing wrong with damaged goods, we're tough enough not to break!
Someone once told me "stop looking", she was right!
Here's something I wrote a while back ... you might remember it.
SHOP SOILED DIAMOND
I don't deserve to sit in the window while you walk on by
I don't deserve to go unnoticed and gather dust on the shelf
I don't deserve to have my voice ignored and my heart torn
I don't deserve to be treated like I don't exist or it would be easier if I didn't
I shouldn't have to second guess what you're thinking
I shouldn't have to wonder what I might have said or done wrong
I shouldn't have to hold my tongue because you don't want to hear anymore
I shouldn't have to wait and wait until sleep comes and you're still not here
I can't be with you, but I have tried to be everything I can to you
I can't be with you, but I have always been my true self
I can't be with you, but I have only ever wanted you to be happy
I can't be with you right now, but have hoped that one day I might
I deserve your face pushed against the glass longing to hold me
I deserve to be caught as I fall from the highest pedestal
I deserve to be heard and treasured like the jewel that I am
I deserve to know if you think this is real
The least I deserve is an answer!
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Borty
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Oct 28 @ 6:44AM
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I gots panties dating back to the third century BC...but I loves them just the same.
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1frantastic
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Oct 28 @ 8:11AM
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Life, regeneration and change exist even when we don't want them to.
The only thing that stays the same is constantly changing....
SHOP SOILED DIAMOND
is a song we all should sing...even when we sing badly....
"One man's trash is another man's treasure"
We are only "damaged" if we think we are....and so we act accordingly...
The past may have brought us to here...but we only have a moment til it is the future....to change and become our "New Past"......
It (and you) will become whatever you allow it to be......
aww geeze...I am talking to even me.... 
you've not even had 1/2 of your 100 yrs and I have had 2/3 of mine...and I want 150 to make sure I get all the living I have NOT done yet included!!!
Don't quit before you're on the downhill slide...and then yell and scream all the way!
or....ya can sit and sip tea...and watch the world go by....your choice.......very safe and secure....or....get up and go have an "adventure" or two.....
I am....  
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beckyiv42000
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Oct 28 @ 4:33PM
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Damaged goods ?? Never...  Broken in and ready to roll yes.. Experienced ...yes .. .Lots of NEW goods are a pain in the butt to use.. take a new pair of shoes.. until they are worn in they hurt like the dickens...I know more people that prefer comfortable to new and stiff...Come my Choosey one .. be comfortable with me..and one day you too can be displayed as a priceless antique (like myself) instead of a new fangled whatchmajigger that falls apart at the first sign of use.. It is those Priceless beauties that forever shine... shine on dear one.. and be proud to be you .. for you are a priceless being..
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bardnsage
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Oct 28 @ 5:39PM
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Well,,, it was "damaged goods". The old desk that sat in the back of the store needed some attention. Scratched, dented, bad finish,,, and a handle or two were extremely tarnished.
I didn't care. The desk had a strong structure, able to stand up and withstand the storms that would surely come if I moved it into my study. The wood was vintage. Nice straight grain, and a natural color that chemists spent hours trying to duplicate on a "new desk".
SO,,, I took it. I never thought about the damage, I just thought about the possiblities.
Long hours spent rubbing the wood by hand, were a joy. The wood would warm under my touch, and the layers of old finish and hardened varnish would melt away, until only the wood remained. When I had it stripped off, I took days just polishing the knobs. After all, if you are going to do the job,,, do it right, and take your time. When the knobs were shiney, I turned back to the body.
The old varnish was gone, but the deep dents remained. Instead of just sanding away the charector, or jamming some fast fix wood putty in there,,, I took a clean cloth, and wet it down. I laid it over the dents,,, and then applied my iron. As the heat of the iron penetrated the rag,,, the moisture in the rag boiled. Slowly at first, but it was soon sizzeling and popping under the heat. The steam forced it's way down into the cracks,, and filled the wood fibers,,, and the deep dents came to the surface. Yeah,, you could still see where they were,,, but now they added charector to the beauty of the wood.
The next step was to protect it. No fancy modern slap it on today, and all done by tomorrow. No,,, there is no emotional investment in that type of work. It's just a quick fix, and has little involvment. I pulled out the oil.
I opened a new package of linen, and dipped it in the oil. Then, I slowly rubbed it in by hand. You could feel the wood, feel the nooks, feel the resistance and flow,,, and adjust so that you got just the right amount of oil to sink deep into the wood, and forever bond with the raw wood fibers. The bare wood,,, just soaked it up.
Once the first coat would dry,,, another all day rub,,, with fine 000 steel wool. It smoothed out the rough edges of the oil,, but left the first coat ready to accept another deep oil massage of love,,, and another,,,, and another,,, and another,,,,,,
The more coats, the longer the time with my hands on the body,,, and the color became more deep and rich. By the time I got the freshly shined knobs back on,,, the desk was far better than any ready to assemble immatation desk I could ever buy. It was my desk.
Not because I bought it, not because I took it home,,, but because of the hours of labor devoted to finding the real beauty and value,,, and letting that show through.
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RANDY72
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Nov 2 @ 6:56PM
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Hey, God didn't make no junk.
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mystery2u888
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Nov 14 @ 3:58AM
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