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176,099 I was working at a temp job that finished a month ago. I am looking for work but nothing is happening. I'm going out of my mind. I live with my parents, and my dad is on my case a little, but I'm trying. When you're out of work, it looks like you're lazy or laid back or something, and sometimes that may be right but not in this case. I never finished college, but will that really do anything? I know a lot of people with college degrees still having no job or who don't have a good job. He's telling me I can go back to school, and part of me thinks he's right, but I still need a part time job at least. I have a little saved but that will be eaten through with metrocards and all. And I've been out of school for so long, I can't get my head around writing papers. The other thing, which shouldn't be important but it is, is that when I was in school, everyone would ask about my major, or when I would be finished. It's fucking annoying. And then the jokes about how long it will take u to finish. Meanwhile, I now have younger cousins in school and a couple finished, but a couple seem to be on that same path, taking a long time, but no one is saying anything about them. When I was that age, I had half jokes left and right and they weren't malicious, but still annoying. How come my cousins aren't getting the same shit? Maybe people finally realized it's not that easy. More than anything I hate to hear people's bullshit and judgements and comments. I don't give a shit about what anyone thinks but when I gotta hear little comments it's aggravating.



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176,098 There is nothing you can do, it is his problem. I think that he cant let go of the past because of his ego, he doesnt sound like a very mature person, all you can do is let time do its thing and be patient with him



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176,097 My boyfriend and me were broken up for a year. We've been back together for a year since then. He keeps bringing up that year we were broken up, how he missed me so much and needed me, and then he gets angry about it, that i wasn't around. The thing is, every time he brings it up it reminds me of what led to that year, the shit he put me through. But I'm supposed to let go of the past..how do i let go of the past when he keeps reminding me of it? it's like salt in the wound, u can't bring up the year we weren't together without thinking about what led to it. He put me through so much, and when i say it he says he's sorry for it. i'm capable of moving past it but not if he keeps bringing up our being apart. It makes me angry. He keeps focusing on how he missed me and then gets mad about it, while i had reason to stay away from him. When we were together he slapped me, verbally abused me, was talking to other girls, was disrespectful in how he talked to me, but what made me break up with him was finding out he was on dating sites. So I'm entitled to stay away as long as i need to, but he keeps going on about it and how he was all alone. What the hell? He hasn't laid a hand on me since we've been back together, and he's a lot better to me, but this shit keeps coming up and it's pissing me off and making me sad at the same time. I don't know what to do.



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176,096 it's obvious my wife isn't into sex. She'll do it once in a while to shut me up, but I can tell she dislikes the process. There's a word for that, having sex with a woman when she doesn't want it. This is making me feel awful. And I end hating myself for essentially forcing the sex, and resenting her because she hasn't kept up her part of the marriage bargain.



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176,095 I'm a 'grower'... I wish I was a 'show-er'



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176,094 My dreams have become my reality
reality has become a nightmare



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176,093 As as guy I didn't play any sport in high school. I tried to play soccer freshman year but the coach insisted all the boys wear jocks. There was no way I was going home to my mother and asking her to by me a jock. The embarrassment would have been too overwhelming. So I played no sports at all.



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176,092 LOVE

They say that loving is an art
Oh how I love art
So I figure I'd give away my heart
And there it is, so selfless and blind
Looking for its mate, it hopes to find…

As it walks through the doubts and the icy rivers
It despairs and shivers
"Perhaps I was never meant to find my mate…"
"Hurry up, for you might be late…" it thought it heard …It was the voice of faith…

Days and nights, my heart wanders alone
losing hope, emotions turning to stone
It doesn't know what to do
It calls itself a fool

When one day, it hears its own words
"Perhaps I was never meant to find my mate"
Could it be that I am not alone? I hope it isn't too late
"Hey! Wait! Could it be you, I am looking for?"
"Who said that? Please be real…" it said, as it collapsed on the floor.

And so, they had found true love at last
Mine caring for his sick heart, hoping it would heal fast
But alas, they were not meant to be
for fate was so cruel and full of envy, you see

Nowadays, my heart wanders still
hating the eerie silence, that it always tries to fill
the agony always follows it around, but it doesn't mind
even to the agony, it is kind
for it is the agony it wants to feel
for it is its only reminder, that the love he felt was real



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176,091 I don't even consider it cheating anymore, those feelings of that part of my conscience were cauterized by the person who was supposed to love and care for me the most in this world.

Of course I'm smart about it. Some ways of thinking I have cannot be rationalized......



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176,090 Life can be so cruel sometimes. Like dangling in front of your face  exactly what' you've been wanting for so many years, yet put a quasi insurmountable barrier to prevent you from getting it.
Sigh.



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176,089 My upbringing makes it impossible for me to not believe in God. I've tried, lord knows. I wanted to be an atheist, because it made sense to me. But there is no escaping it. I don't want the responsibility. I don't care about slave morality and all that heart of darkness stuff.

Praying for peace.



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176,088 My marriage was comfortable and loving but lacking in passion. I had an affair with a woman for months behind my wife's back. During the affair my mistress and I would email non-stop and have the most passionate sex imaginable.  I became emotionally attached and fell in love.  One day my wife found out and then left.  I was heartbroken, but thought I might start anew with my new-found love.


Now that my wife is gone the "other woman" has become my girlfriend and I can't seem to get her to respond to texts/emails in a timely manner; sometimes it takes a whole day when it used to take mere minutes.  I don't think she understands how frustrated that it makes me (though I've tried to explain it). She claims to love me and says she wants to be with me, yet I feel a growing divide between us- as though she takes me for granted now that she "has me."

My secret is this: all I want from my new love is her time and attention. If I don't receive it then I think we may be in for some serious trouble. And I am quite worried.



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176,087 I wonder what people think of me when they see me in public.  My wife tells me I have a look in my eyes and on my face that scares people.  She says it's a look of cold, heartless intensity, like I am capable of brutally murdering someone.  In fact, strangers don't approach me in public.  I once had four teenage guys bump into me in the mall when they were playing around, and when I went to say it was cool, they looked at me, apologized profusely, and got the hell away from me.  I was a little embarrassed.  I've scared off kids and made men shut up by looking at them.  I am also very powerfully built.  You would think I was overweight, but the way I walk would tell you I'm a weightlifter.

So I wonder what people think of me when they see me, because I have this whole collection of silly Mickey Mouse and SpongeBob and Star Wars shirts that I like to wear in public.  So there I am, walking with my little boys through the mall, wearing a bright Mickey Mouse shirt and a look of cold murder on my face.  No wonder people leave me alone.



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176,086 I love him. I can't help it.



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176,085 My wife is only nice to me when she needs something from me. I hate being married. This isn't at all what I had in mind. I'm such a kind good natured person. I feel like she pretended to be a good person before we were married. Then once the ring was on her finger, kapow, she took complete advantage of my kindness. I can't believe I fell for this trap.



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176,084 My husband has gotten fat since we got married. Oddly, I don't mind it. It's not sloppy fat, it's firm, and he feels like a cross between marshmallows and memory foam. It's very comfortable and comforting, and I'd way rather be wrapped in his embrace than banging into the knees and elbows and ribs of a guy with no padding.



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176,083 My family & I watched "Mrs. Doubtfire" this evening (I haven't seen it in years) and as funny as it always was/is- it just broke my heart thinking how Robin Williams killed himself. Depression spares no one- believe me, I know......



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176,082 You are a stupid drunk man. You bully your girlfriend into giving you money for beer. You're too fat to walk to the 7-11 down the street. You're too drunk to hold a job. Society has no place for men like you.



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176,081 When it comes to porn, I don't like photos of women spread eagle. Subtle is sexy. Aint nothing subtle about spread eagle. You look like whores.



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176,080 Been married 20 years. In all that time my husband has never cried. Men are weird.



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176,079 i had to keep it a secret because of the nature of our affair. but someday, the truth about you being an abuser will come out in public. i am jealous of some of the feelings you will feel and express at times,  for the next woman in your life, but i am not jealous of her life with you. i pity her, whoever she may be. you're a monster in a sensitive/awkward suit. poser!



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176,078 A pair of criminals put a "skimming" device on an ATM machine in the town where I live. I know nothing about these gadgets, but apparently it can detect customers' account number and password. The criminals used the info to then illegally withdraw over half a million dollars from accounts. I think they take small amounts here and there so customers don't notice an extra withdrawal of $100.

A story came out in the newspaper a year after it happened. I was like huh? Why am I only hearing about this now? Shouldn't residents have been told right away so we could check our accounts?  Something seemed fishy to me.

Also, when this story did break a year a later, the name of the bank wasn't mentioned? Like what? Why not tell residents the name of the bank so they can immediately tell if it was their bank or not.  There are about a dozen different banks in town. Of course we should be told which bank.

I had a guess as to what was going on. There's one bank in town very connected to the town officials. One of our elected leaders is a bank board member. Plus there are a few more connections. There's a long history of the town showing favoritism towards this bank IMO.  My guess, if it was this particular bank with the ATM skimmer, it would be covered up so the bank wouldn't look bad.

I called the police and asked for the name of the bank involved with the crime. Nothing. I tried to suggest that releasing the name of the bank would help residents, and isn't that the point of a police department, to help residents. Oh they were very nice. But somehow I still didn't end up with the name of the bank.

So I filed a Freedom of Information Act request.  And finally, there it was. It got the name of the bank. Yes indeed, it was the bank connected to the town officials.

This world! I feel it is corrupt beyond repair. Officials wouldn't tell residents they might have been the victim of bank fraud. Nope. The personal interest of the officials comes first. This is disgusting to me. And it breeds a distrust in our way of life. In the end, one day, I think this type of behavior will be our downfall.



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176,077 A "Shrink" once gave me the best advice: "Don't sweat the little shit!"
We should all follow that advice?



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176,076
A friend of a friend posted an old picture on FACEBOOK. It was over 40 years old and it was 7 guys at a wedding. I knew 6 of them from the early 70's when we were all friends. It made think about the "old days"... my girlfriend and me hanging out with them. One guy (Phil) in the picture went camping with my girlfriend and me... That night, we sat around a campfire a bit and I went to the tent first to go to sleep. My girlfriend and my friend came into the tent about half an our later. For about 20 minutes the guy tried to get into my girlfriends pants, thinking I was asleep. I really wasn't but didn't let on I knew what was going on.  After we had broken up, I found out my ex had fucked three of the others in the picture (John, Stan, Dan... on separate occasions) within a few months. Odds are, she fucked Phil at some point too.



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176,075 I  shall return to my core of being me...And if all else fails I'll just sell all my stuff and travel the world

I'm single, no children, and we're all just gonna be dust eventually anyway



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176,074 Half the time my wife has no idea why she's mad at me. Everything will be fine. I go out and mow the lawn. An hour later I come back inside and she's not speaking to me. She harrumphs for the rest of the day. She avoids me and won't say a word.

Following morning she's all smiles again.  I ask why she was mad the day before. She says she wasn't and she doesn't know what I'm talking about.

I can't decide. Bipolar? Liar? Mental illness? Drugs?



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176,073 I watch lots cooking shows on TV and can't believe how many people claiming to be professional cooks and executive chefs cannot pronounce the following:

1. Espresso.  Say it "ess-press-soh" NOT "eX-press-soh".  It's not expresso.

2. Vinaigrette.  Say it "vin-nay-gret" NOT "vin-nih-gah-ret".  It's not vinegarette.

Good grief!



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176,072 crazy how my ex boyfriend felt so lost and hurt because his dad didn't give a shit about him but can act the same way towards his daughter.. hmm. some people i will never understand.



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176,071 A friend of a friend posted an old picture on FACEBOOK. It was over 40 years old and it was 7 guys at a wedding. I knew 6 of them from the early 70's when we were all friends. It made think about the "old days" and my girlfriend and me hanging out with them. One guy (Phil) in the picture went camping with my girlfriend and me... That night, we sat around a campfire a bit and I went to the tent first to go to sleep. My girlfriend my friend came into the tent about half an our later. For about 20 minutes the guy tried to get into my girlfriends pants, thinking I was asleep. I really wasn't but didn't let on I knew what was going on.  After we had broken up, I found out my ex had fucked three of the others in the picture (on separate occasions) within a few months. Odds are, she fucked the guy who went camping with us too.



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176,070 I got nothing.... What?



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176,069 These mother fuckers...



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176,068 Republicans are so dopey. They refuse to rally around Trump because he hurt their little boy egos. So they will hand the election to Hillary. LOL. Poor babies.



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176,067 There's a guy who just announced he's running for state-wide public office. Guess he didn't think this through all the way. It didn't occur to him to purge his social media accounts. He's on there talking to his buddies about jerking off to porno films. Like oops. Maybe a good rule of thumb is to scour your social media accounts BEFORE announcing you are running for office.



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176,066 It became clear to me a few months ago that my boss wants to get rid of me.  He treats me like shit and gives me a massive amount of bullshit.  Eventually, the bullshit got so bad that I simply stopped working.  I'd come into my office and do no work, surf the internet, play on my phone, job search.  Maybe I'd do an hour of work here or there if somebody other than my boss was depending on me, but mostly I'd tell him I was getting things done while I fucked off.  For the last three months I've pretty much done nothing.  I finally complained to HR about it.  HR went off on him about treating me like shit.  Yesterday he and I agreed that I'll stay here long enough until I find another job.  Fuck you, boss.  I got what I needed.



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176,065 When I met my wife's grandmother for the first time, she was 88 years old and sharp as a fucking tack.  She didn't start getting slow until she was about 93.  Amazing.  My wife has her genes.  She'll have a long, productive life.

My dad is 76 and is frail and losing his mind.  I'm his carbon copy.  That's what I have to look forward to - losing my mind.



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176,064 LICE SECRET

I have dreadlocks and small children in an area where lice outbreaks occur every year like clockwork.  Not wanting to cut off my dreads if I got lice, I did a lot of research.  Super lice are now immune to the standard treatments.

Do two things
1.  If there is an outbreak, wash your hair with Tea Tree Oil shampoo.  Lice hate it.
2. If you do get lice, iIsopropyl alcohol.  Treat hair with it, wear a a shower cap for an hour.  Do a couple times and it will kill lice and eggs.



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176,063 All these cheating secrets, they make me sick. Hit really close to home. My boyfriend was gonna give me his old phone and I took it not knowing he wasn't ready to give it to me yet. I found so many numbers, escorts. He said that was from when we were broken up, he would text, i guess like sext them and he would cum like that. Then they stop eventually because you're not going to them and paying them money. Whatever, even if it was during our relationship i decided to look past it because I'm not with him often, once a week. That doesnt make it ok but i feel a little guilt that he's lonely because of me. That goes back to me wanting to take it slow when we got back together because of things he's done to me in the past. Anyway, somehow his email is hooked up to it even though the phone can't actually call out. So I find a group of emails where he sent pics from his aol acoount to his gmail account, pics of girls. I get naked shit u find online, it's like porn. But there's a whole group of pics of a girl he says is "stalking" him, he told me about this girl weeks before so i believe him. But he says he doesn't like her. Why would u send yourself from one email to another pics of a girl you're not interested in? She has a thick solid kinda curvy body, kinda stumpy but not fat, like she doesn't have feminine arms or legs, but a nice body. Not that pretty though. There are other pics of other girls though, not naked, smiling faces, not even pretty. I won't lie, i'll admit if someone's hot or pretty. I saw the escort pics and they were hot, so i'll admit it. But these girls aren't even naked. So it's not for inspiration to jerk off to, not just pics u find online. They look like real girls you might know or be talking to. This is a few weeks ago he emailed these pics to his gmail. Why? I believe he loves me, i believe he wants to be with me all the time, but I feel so insecure now. I would understand if it was tits to jerk off to. But just faces, not even hot, wtf? We were broken up for a year and a half, still talking, not seeing each other. Why try so hard to be with me again if you're just gonna do this in secret? What's the point? So all these secrets about clearing your tracks really get to me.



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176,062 Sometimes I get an announcement email from a school or company where the return address is :

DoNotRespond@ such and such place

Sometimes I respond anyway.

Oh yea baby, I'm a rebel!



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176,061 Ha. I love this. I'm very vocal on my town's Facebook forum. I do a tremendous amount of research and constantly bring up interesting issues affecting our community.

There's a rude jerk who always tries to put me down with nasty responses to my posts. Finally, having worn down my patience, I banned him from seeing any of my posts.

Since then , the community still has a productive banter about the points I raise. But the jerk can't see the posts anymore.  He can't comment at all.

The funny part, he doesn't realize. He thinks he scared me off. And he says so. He posts about how much better off we are now that I'm gone. No one has told him they can all see my posts, it's only him missing out. LOL.

The only posts he now sees are an occasional person asking where the best place is to buy a toothbrush in town. He authoritatively explains where the drugstore is located. How fascinating! (Not.)

Meanwhile, the rest of us continue to have wonderfully interesting debates about the schools and taxes and politics. Right under his nose.

Ha ha, I love Facebook.



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176,060 Our overly health conscious society has me completely convinced that if I eat an egg or put butter on my toast, I will instantly die from a heart attack. Thanks for spoiling everything.



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176,059 As a guy, I don't like bras. They are too mechanical looking.  There are adjustable straps, essentially a system of pulleys and levers. In the back there are menacing metal hooks - the jaws that bite, the claws that snatch...

Panties are gracefully beautiful. Camisole tops are elegant. But bras... eh... they spoil the mood.



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176,058 When I had just started dating my future wife, I had a few secret tests for her pass.  First, I wanted to see how she act around my friends.  My friends are very important to me, they're very open, and they're gregarious.  She walks in the first friend's house for the first time, and my buddy and his whole family came over to her and hugged her.  She gave them big, over-the-top hugs right back.  At the next friend's house, his teenage daughters both gave me a thumbs up while my future wife wasn't looking.  That settled the first test.

The second test was whether she passed the "mother test."  I needed to see what her mom was like.  Was she friendly?  Calm?  Explosive?  Fat?  No, she was a nice woman.

That's why I married her.



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176,057 I recently had a bizarre encounter with a former friend. We were really close 20 years ago. But our friendship fell apart and we haven't spoken since.

Then out of nowhere I get an email from her asking if we could reconnect over lunch. Well, uhhhm, okay...

In the days leading up to the lunch I replayed what happened long ago. She was a very difficult person. Every conversation was about her. Whenever we were together she'd labor on about her work, her boss, her sister, her boyfriend du jour. If ever I tried to respond, she'd cut me off and tell me more about herself. I found the relationship to be far too one sided. I stopped speaking with her and that was that.

Until now and this lunch.

We met at a restaurant. We exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes. Then she started in. Oh boy. She went on a one hour rant about how she is a good person. How people like her. How she has strong opinions but that's why people like her. And I never should have ended our relationship. That was wrong of me. Because she's a good person. And people like her... People like her... People like her...

Over and over she'd repeat the same things. It was clear she wasn't trying to tell me these things, but she was really trying to tell herself.

An hour of this. And deja vu, when I tried to respond, she'd cut me off and say for the millionth time how people like her because she's a good person.

Then abruptly, she got up from the table. Put down $20 while saying she had an appointment. And she left.

Okay, that was messed up. She's obviously tormented about who she is and why she has no friends, no husband, no children. I think she has gotten older and realizes she is destined to be a lonely bitter old lady. No one will come to her funeral.  But rather than confront her inner self and change her ways, she is on a mission to convince me and the rest of the world that she's in the right and she's a good person and the rest of us are wrong for not appreciating her goodness.

Oh okay. Glad she cleared that up for me. I'm bad. She's good.

That evening when my husband came home from work, I made a special dinner for him. We ate with the kids and had a fun conversation about where we should go for vacation this summer.

I'm toying with the idea of sending my former friend a postcard, but I'm not that mean.



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176,056 Long shirt tails and pooping are sometimes incompatible, leading to disastrous consequences.



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176,055 What really sucks is when your wife is convinced you're cheating, and you haven't done anything. After awhile you start to think that you might as well be cheating. One time I was at work and a lady said to me "now do what ever it is that you are going to do with me." I was able to gracefully get away without cheating, but I wish I had given her the ass pounding she was looking for. And that was one of many examples. I faithfully returned home to a conniving shrew of a wife, who for all I know was getting nailed by some strange "d". I cheated before in other relationships, but I wanted that one to be special. Stupid high hopes/good intentions.



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176,054 "We will leave here at 9ᛊ. The trip takes 1ᚾ minutes. We will arrive at 10ᛠ. This will give us 2 minutes to walk from the parking lot to the church. You will then have 2 extra minutes to say hello to people before your cousin's wedding begins."

I married Dr. Spock.



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176,053 Adding to that, one way I caught my wife and her cheating was through the map function on her iphone. If you enter an address, the app saves the information and makes it available in a drop down menu. I suppose this is for ease of use in case you need to see the mapped location again.

I happened to be on my wife's phone. I used the map function and two odd addresses showed up on the drop down menu. They were in neighboring towns. I looked them up. They were both motels. That set the ball rolling.

I can't believe I'm going to help cheaters here, but if you want to keep your secret, clear the cache on the map app.



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176,052 If you want to hide your tracks from your wife or girlfriend after e-mailing some slutty woman on Craigslist, this is what you have to do.  First, delete the e-mail from your Sent folder.  Next, delete the e-mail your trash.  And then... don't forget to delete the e-mail address from your contacts, because e-mail systems these days automatically save the address.  You don't want her to find something like bigtittywoman@yahoo.com in your contacts.



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176,051 Today is one of the rare days when I feel like I love the woman I've become, and the woman I'm growing up to be.

It's stupid; I'm a Millenial, and yes I grew up with people giving me participation trophies and telling me that I was special and smart, but all that shatters when you become an adult. It's humbling. (People still call me special, and I still like it)

Still, there's nothing wrong with loving your individuality, and the things that make you special. We're all humans so we have human nature, but some people have combinations of weird quirks and isms that are nice to point out and share, and admire. We should admire these things more.



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176,050 Trump and the Republicans are not against immigration or immigrants- they are against ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS.
Out of Trumps three wives,two are immigrants. Try to walk over the border into any other country and see what happens.Because Trump says we should do the same in the USA he is called a racist etc.
How stupid!



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176,049 Just to clarify, I am talking about my lover, not my son. When I read back over that, I thought, oh jeez, people are going to think the "He" in question is my poor kid and I'm calling him stupid. Not the case, this is a full grown man I'm talking about with the shower cap and lice. I guess he might be mad at me not for "looking at him like he was stupid," but for looking at him like I just realized that there is absolutely NO END to his stupidity.



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176,048 I love hearing Leftists claim things that men are "unwitting participants" in "rape culture," or that white people have "white privilege."  

The logic is incredibly twisted.  It's a clear violation of free will and agency to say people are morally guilty for the things they do not intend.  Thus, it is morally wrong - obscene, actually -  to punish them for it.

And on top of that, it's as if these people are the only ones who can see "The Truth."  Somehow, they grew up and lived in the same Matrix as the rest of us, but they magically got the red pill and understand The Truth.  Great, except by their logic they're products of bad influences like the rest of us, so how do they know they're actually seeing The Truth and not their own fucked up version of it?  They can't know.  They don't know.  But somehow, the Leftists are the now arbiters of The Truth.

Can these Leftists even see the irony in this?  In making these bizarre claims of "oppression," they are is doing the same thing to men and whites that these Leftists are claiming is being done to them.  It's obvious it's intended to gain power over the people they wish to oppress.

This is why it's difficult to take these people seriously.  They're not smart enough to see it's just arrogance and hate being masked as truth and wisdom.  Pathetic.



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176,047 My son just got lice from his friend and passed it onto me and the guy I'm involved with. He researched how to get rid of them. Turns out it takes 11 hours to drown them so submerging your scalp in water isn't an option. When I asked him if it's possible to drown them, he told me that it takes 11 hours and I was instantly disheartened, as drowning them is impossible. He said "I don't know if I can hold my breath that long, I mean, I can hold my breath for like two to three minutes but it would be way too much to do that for 11 hours." Yeah......This presents a number of problems, let's just count them out.

1) it didn't even occur to him to lay back in the water and just float there as opposed to dunk his whole head and face.

2) if he is coming up for air, so are the lice. They'll never fucking drown that way, same as him if he keeps getting air over and over. Seems like that would have been obvious.

3)obviously "drowning them" isn't a fucking option as we can't float in a pool without ever once lifting our head up, but he is trying to iron out the details of this option.

We did the treatments and were sad to find out that many of the eggs stay in your hair, even if you use the lice comb. You have to do another treatment later to kill any of the hatched eggs.

He puts on a shower cap. He says he is going to sleep with it on so that if any of the eggs hatch, they'll just die because they don't have air. I looked at him in complete disbelief. He explained that things that don't have air die. Of course it would work, why wouldn't it?  And people, this is a shower cap. We're not even talking swim cap. I'm talkin about the fluffy thing old ladies wear with curlers. Let's just go through this new list of thought process problems:

1) lice could live in a sealed jar (with food) for probably ever. Not literally, but obviously they aren't going to change their air to carbon monoxide for a LONG ASS TIME. Weeks, months? Something like that. This is a sealed jar we're talking about.

2) a shower cap is not a fucking sealed jar. They could live with fresh oxygen coming in through the small gaps for ever and not ever run out of he kept it on for the rest of his life.

3) he thinks they are somehow going to run out of oxygen, as in breathe it all up from the time he goes to sleep until he wakes up 8 hours later, they will USE IT ALL.

4) apparently they can live for 11 FUCKING HOURS UNDER FUCKING WATER. HE IS THE ONE WHO TOLD ME THIS!!!!!! And he thinks putting a fucking shower cap on to sleep will kill them dead.

5) if it was that fucking easy, lice wouldn't be a problem, everyone would just wear a fucking shower cap to bed and be done with it. He thinks he has cracked the fucking code. HE OF ALL PEOPLE, has solved lice.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is not even the best part. He plans to be a NAVY SEAL.  You know, the guys you call when absolutely no one else can handle the job?  He is sleeping next to me, shower cap on, still mad at me for "looking at him like he's stupid." I will withhold further comment.



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176,045 42 . The key to be firm and tight regardless of age is lifting weights . Have you ever seen a female body builder with cellulite? I haven't , while I don't eat very healthy I lift weights do a lot of squads , lunges , deadlifts etc... At least three times a week . It keeps my legs tone  and it gives my butt a nice firm round shape.  Maybe you need to change your routine , lift heavier or train your legs more often . I just don't see how a women who eats clean and do strength training has cellulite.



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176,044 Why do divorced women try to convince their married friends to also get divorced?

Short answer: Because they are miserable assholes who want company in their lonely pathetic lives.



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176,043 I don't get how a school can have a wine tasting as a fund raiser. We are trying to convince kids not to drink. At the same time, we raise money for the school through alcohol???

PS - How do all the drunk parents get home after the wine tasting? They drive right?



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176,042 It's difficult to see once body go to shit. I have always been in shape, yet now the downward spiral has begun and ere is strictly nothing I can do to stop it. My body composition is changing and muscle is turning to fat. I am developing cellulitis on my legs. My stomach is starting to pooch. I still work out but not as much, don't have the energy anymore. I still eat clean, bu not as clean as I used to. I think I would have preferred ever having a good body rather than seeing it go south th way it is now. Middle- age is a bitch.



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176,041 Well, I'm adding Oklahoma to the list of states that I'll never go to. Have fun not getting any of this pro-choice money, assholes!



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176,040 I think my friend has AIDS.



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176,039 My wife is mean. Not only to me, but to everyone. She doesn't have many friends, and those who do put up with her are insecure. I think they tolerate my wife's meanness because they have no other friends. It's symbiosis at its worst. I wonder how I fit in. I'm beginning to think I must also be insecure for putting up with her.



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176,038 I wish I didn't masterbate. I've wasted too much of my life jerking off. I need an intervention. Oh that would be embarrassing... But it's what I need. I wonder if there actually is a support group for people who want to stop masterbating.



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176,037 I once had a house guest who brought a large baggie of cocaine with him. Like wtf was he thinking. I have a house full of children! He was a friend from long ago who was passing through my part of the country. Thanks for looking me up, but never call me again!



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176,036 To hell with the nerdy creep. He's extraneous to the tale. As a high school girl i would have lost my shit and died if guys barged in and took my underwear 'in good fun.' Holy hell.



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176,035 When I was in high school, as a senior prank, some of my sporty friends and I concocted a plan to raid the girls locker room while they were getting dressed for gym. It was suggested in good fun. The girls would blush. The boys would steal their bras and undies and tease them mercilessly. Typical teenage stuff.

Everyone in school heard about the plan. We were called into the principal's office. He laughed, but told us not to do it. He was cool about it.

There was this weird guy in my high school. He was smart and very geeky. He'd walk around with a portable chess set and then play himself at lunch time. People would joke that he'd play with himself in other ways too.

I had known him since kindergarten. His mother was friends with my mother. I had spent quite a bit of time in his house. When we were both about 10, he showed me pictures of naked women in magazines hidden in his closet. He seemed obsessed with sexual things. Still, I kinda felt bad for him. He was just so weird. Was he a friend? Yes, I guess he was. I might have been his only friend, but sure, he was weird, but a friend.

After the principal canceled our plans for the panty raid, this kid approached me. He wanted the two of us to do the raid anyway. He had written down notes and had drawn a map of the girls locker room. How did he know the layout of the girls locker room? Anyway, he creeped me out with his talk. As much as the sports guys wanted to go in and tease the girls, in not so many words, I sensed this guy wanted to go in and digitally penetrate the girls, then kill them, and slice their bodies into small pieces.  That is how weird he seemed.

I was nice about it, but I turned him down.

In the years after high school, he went on to become a doctor. A gyno. LOL. After Med School he opened a practice in our town. I guess it didn't go very well. After a few years he moved away.

Now I hear he's a doctor at a prison, a women's prison. He's in his glory. In a strange way, life worked out out perfectly for him. I feel bad for the prisoners though.



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176,034 I'd rather fuck a woman's ass than her pussy. It might be a gay thing on my part?? I don't know.



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176,033 i like when i overhear men saying they'd do me!



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176,032 Compliments like "you look nice" -okay. Compliments like "she's hot. I'd do her" - not as okay.



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176,031 The most beautiful woman I ever saw was a hooker in Berlin. She offered to give me a blow job for 50 marks. I didn't accept. I've always regretted it.



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176,030 Parents are so desperate to brag about their kids. It's sad to watch. They'll send a photo into the newspaper showing their daughter in a dance recital. She must be really good to have her own dance recital. The parents of the girl failed to mention there were 100 other girls in the recital.

Another one. A high school freshman is going to a college academic camp for the summer. The parents wrote a press release about it and the newspaper published it. Wow, he must be really smart. They fail to mention though that anyone can go to the camp. You don't have to qualify to get in. You just have to pay.

The funny thing is, the parents of the really great students don't put their kids in the newspaper. We shy away from it. We don't want to come across as bragging.



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176,029 Touching a woman's arm or giving her a compliment is part of the rape culture? I don't think so...



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176,028 I know this is a general statement. Guys, get to know your girlfriend's mother well before you get married. Yes, you are marrying her too.



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176,027 People are gross. I used to be a painting contractor in a wealthy area. Been in hundreds of mansions... everything disgusting you could imagine and many you cannot. Cannot compare to animals, that's a disservice to the animal. Some rooms I walked into, I would literally gag and have to leave. I should write a book.



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176,026 999- Blaming the victim and assuming they are surrounding themselves with the wrong type of people or that they are somehow asking for it is a huge part of the problem.

Most men are absolutely NOT violent, evil rapists. Rape culture is subtle, systemic and most of the time unintentional. It's perpetuated by completely respectable, good, kind men (and women too for that matter) that would never hurt anybody on purpose.

It's calling somebody a "girl" as an insult or a joke. It's saying "you run like a girl." It's subtle comments about actresses on t.v. or your female friends that are passed off as jokes or even compliments, a dirty joke. These things are so prevalent in our society that you hardly even notice them. But pay attention. You will see it everywhere.



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176,025 i do not masturbate. gross!!!!!!!



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176,024 When I first stated dating my girlfriend, she told me about her best friend (a woman). I heard endless stories of their adventures together. The two of them were inseparable. They worked together and then 3 or 4 times a week they'd go out after work.

The really strange part, in the first six months of dating my girlfriend, I never got to meet this best friend.

Finally, really after my insistence, my girlfriend arranged for the three of us to go out to lunch.

It was eye opening.

The best friend was annoying and obnoxious. She talked way too much. She wouldn't let me speak. She had hard and fast ideas about everything in the universe and everyone else was wrong.

I watched my girlfriend and the woman interact. It suddenly dawned on me. My girlfriend was a junior version of this disaster of a woman. My girlfriend had all the same self centered traits, just not as over the top intense as this other woman.

By a few weeks late I broke it off with the girlfriend. Bullet dodged.



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176,023 I've been on the dating scene for a little over 2 years now, and I'm starting to get confused because there are people that like me, and people that would date me, but for some reason I don't want to date them, even though I'm sure I want a boyfriend. None of them seem right, somehow.

Yesterday I was feeling upset. There are a lot of different things going on in my life and the stress was getting to me.

Still, I had to go see an apartment with my best friend's boyfriend (we're all good friends and moving in together -- she couldn't come because she was babysitting) because business waits for no one and it needs to get done, and as I'm messaging him to meet up I say: "Please excuse me when you see me, I just got in a really bad mood." He said: "It's okay, I'll give you a hug."

That was it, I started crying. He let me cry and he hugged me and gave me advice, and I felt better. As he hugged me I could feel that he loves me (as a friend. This particular friend group of mine is very close, like family. So we say "I love you" and whatever because it's true), and I could feel the energy that came with that love and support. I felt stronger. I realized that's what I'm waiting for, and what I don't have with others. The guys I date want me around because I help them feel better about their issues (I've studied psychology and I'm usually the therapist friend to a lot of people), and so they think I'm their dream girl, but they don't love me. They love how I make them feel. And that's not what I need. I need someone who loves me because of who I am, and who will be MY therapist when I need it. You'd be surprised how many people won't return the favor. At least now I know what's missing.



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176,022 I HATE when internet sites insist I tell them my cell phone number. You arrogant pricks. Not everyone can afford a cell phone! Not all of us are overpaid millennials who can't survive a minute without checking their phone. Get over yourselves!



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176,021 I don't have time to cry.
I have things to do.
It makes me feel like I'm going to break
Like I'm barely getting through

Work and pleasure feel the same
My peers need energy fit to last
I attempt to better myself as well
To make up for my troubled past

They tell me nobody knows the 'right' way
The rules we know, someone made up
The System's too air-tight to break
But you'll slip through, with a little luck

I want to grow and shake the world
Turn every stone and kill the pests
Then we could find the real richness of life
Or be free, at least, to try our best

At least with a fair fighting chance.



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176,020 I find having a dog to be very stressful. It's a big responsibility to feed it and walk it. I'm kind of regretting my poorly thought out decision to get this thing.



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176,019 All my sisters are unattractive. I don't really give a shit about them except when I was in high school I would have been much cooler if my sisters were hot. People would have hung out with me more. But instead I was known as the guy with the ugly sisters.



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176,018 My daughter is in the Girl Scouts. My wife is the troop leader. In the past year the troop has met exactly zero times. My wife is lazy. She can't be bothered to host all these girls at our house.

But as troop leader, my wife has to meet once every few months with the other troop leaders from the surrounding towns. These are other mothers. They get together. Drink some wine. Have a few laughs. My wife has never missed one of these meetings.

See how that works?

Get together with other moms. Sure, let's party!

But get the actual girls scout together. Nope, can't be bothered.



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176,017 I think there should be transgender cemeteries. I insist on it.  I wouldn't want transgender people buried next to men. Because what's most important is making sure transgender people are comfortable, both now and for eternity.



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176,016 New York City, professional women. Oh my lord, are they fucked in the head. They are so damn needy and whiny. But they are also great at fucking, so I put up with them.



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176,015 004 - Your life up to this point has been fucked up. I understand all of your situations, yet not having gone through any of them, I just want to say, you are alive, and that is the greatest gift. Keep your head when others about you are losing theirs. Be well, and breath.



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176,014   
Most people are unaware of a little known fact that when the slaves were being brought over to America it was under the guidance of also many Africans who learned there
was money to be made by gathering up all their kin and handing them over.
Yes it's true.  
Color has absolutely no factor on whether a person is a good human or not.  Same goes for religion or whatever income bracket you fall into.

Really ticks me off when people think it does.



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176,013 I sometimes answer ads on Craigslist's casual encounters.  I'm not interested in hooking up, I just want to see if any woman finds me attractive enough to reply.  I've gotten one reply in 10 years.  Eh, fuck me.



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176,012 980 Sure socialism works.....where ? Europe is bankrupt.



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176,011 I'm a light sleeper.  When I woke up in the middle of the night to pee, I'd have to flip on the bathroom light to pee.  The light would hurt my eyes, wake me up a bit, and the result is I'd get pee all over the seat and bathroom floor.

A couple years ago, it occurred to me - why not just pee in the bathtub at night?  It all washes down to the same place anyway.  Now when I wake up at night, I stumble into the bathroom, keep the light turned off, push the curtain aside, and piss.  I don't have to worry about getting anything on the floor or all over the toilet seat.  It's like one of those big troughs at stadiums.  I don't wake myself up, either.  

I'm much more well rested in the morning now.  When I turn on the shower to let the water heat up, it all washes away.  The floor and toilet seat are clean, too.



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176,010 Europe and Africa are the only two continents that I haven't live on. I should put that on my bucket list even if I just go there and stay for a few months.



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176,009 I like the Google doodles.  There's a lot of obscure people I get to learn about.

Today, the Google doodle is about a woman named Yuri Kochiyama.  Mouse over the image and I find out she's a human rights activist.  Great!  I look her up online, and she's a believer in... Marxism?  Holy shit... Maoism?  She believes in the most violent political systems of the 20th Century, that murdered 100,000,000 people?  She's a supporter of the black supremacy movement?

So tomorrow, I'm expecting to see a Google doodle of David Duke.



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176,008 Native Americans, Irish, Africans are races. Really, their DNA is quite similar. Some native Americans owned African slaves. Many Americans in the 19th Century hated the Irish (a race by crude definitions) just as much or more than the blacks.

Exclusive to America, racially-based slavery held that blacks were genetically inferior, and society was doing them a favor by keeping them enslaved.

Then there are the No-nothings. They were a Nativist splinter group that had a racist agenda. (They referred to themselves as "Know-Nothings") They made shit up with out the benefit of the internet.    ;)



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176,007 004
You are bent, not broken. It sounds like Schizo-affective disorder. In Europe this is treated by talk therapy. See someone soon!
Hope is not lost, dear.



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176,006 The USA is not the only country who had slaves , down south and the Caribbean  were also slaves bought up by the Spaniards , historians say  they were bought up to replace the male natives since a lot of them got killed or die of diseases and they run out of work force . The difference is that as time passes they started to mingle with the natives and the Spanierds some even married them so they can moved their cast , their offspring were called mulatos , slavery ended way before than the USA and biracial marriages were even allow and recognized by law. Sure they are a lot of social and political problems on those countries but most have moved on past of their  slavery mentality .



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176,005 American slavery was/is not tied to race. Americans owned Natives, Africans, and many many Irish. Yeah, Irish. Ya know white as fuck Irish.
Now a days most American slaves are either Asian or women or both.
Sex slavery is a real problem in the United States. The don't care what color a girl is. In fact white, blonde with blue eyes is a precious commodity.
So fuck your it's a black people problem. That is a racist viewpoint that only drive the division. And the first slave owner in the U.S. was a fucking black man. He had no problem enslaving his brothers because it was a common practice in Africa. The man was in debt to him, he had worked off the debt and the first slave owner sued him to own his life. The court ruled against the now first real slave.
The Irish slave were mostly indentured servants that could never work off their debt either.
This my race is a factor thing is more ingrained in your culture than mine.



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176,004 I am terrified.

I have only ever been diagnosed with depression because my mother made me see a counselor as a child. I never really told her everything. I kept a lot of the damaging things to my self. I'll give you a the run down.
Age 3: My mother's boyfriend becomes the main destructive force in my life. I am beat with a belt and was thrown across the room more than once. I was taught protecting my baby brother would hurt me by my undeveloped clit be pinched until it made me cry.
Age 4: I was forced into giving my first blow job. I had an oral fixation So it didn't seem bad. I played hide and seek a lot so hiding never seemed wrong either. My mom never asked questions to see if I was ok and not being abused because I was silent.
Still age four: I was force to play with my little brother in front of my step father. And by play I mean with his penis.

Little Mermaid is my favorite movie at this point. I wish I could be a mermaid and swim away.
I can hear the water moving in the pipes and electricity when I'm near outlets. I'm extremely sensitive to electricity I find as I am forced to touch my tongue to a nine volt battery.

Age five: sex was normal now. Some of my cousins who we're abused believed it normal too. Sadly we were left alone often.

I would spend as much time outside as I could. I want to be like Pocahontas. I fall in love with the earth at this point. I tell tree my problems and pretend it is grandmother willow. I start hearing my name being called when no one is around.

Age six: My mother's best friend's daughter basically rapes me. I tell the school guidance counselor I am afraid to leave home. I am afraid some one will hurt my mom or my brother. I'm certain the kids at school can tell I'm different.

Age seven: I lie to the school counselor. I tell her that my step dad has a gun and he threatens me with it. I just wanted him to go away. The abuse gets way worse after this. I was trying to protect my now two brothers from him.

The child sex and physical abuse still continue. Newly affecting me is the verbal assault. Also I start seeing a counselor. I tell her nothing of the sex. I have to protect them now by keeping them with me. My mother assured me if we got taken by the state we would be separated. She still doesn't know about the sex.

We also move. I get switched to my third school and start third grade. I am gifted so they tell me.

I must keep track of my step fathers beer cans. We stack them carefully. When he is sufficiently drunk He knocks them over. I have become the maid.

Chores not getting done in fifteen minutes or less result in being picked up by what is convenient and being slammed into a wall. And my ears being screamed in leading to mild hearing loss.

I start leaving my room messy on purpose. He can't or just won't reach me if it's difficult or so my child mind believes.
Age ten: the abuse has not stopped. I am the proud sister to two brothers and a little sister who was born when I was six. I keep her away from the group. It's to protect her. She never understands but that's later. My mom is pregnant with her fifth child.

Stepfather punches me in the gut and grabs my clit and wrenches it. I protected my first brother who is also not his child. I took the blame for him. I run away. I am sent back home when I ask my aunt for help. I refuse to run away completely with out my brother. He still fucks me for my step fathers amusement.

In school? I am a bright and gifted know it all. Socially? I don't know how to interact with girls or boys. I have friends but I have naughty thoughts that disturb me about them. Violent and sexual thoughts. I only have one friend outside of school and it is only because she lives right across the street. She is the first person I fall in love with. She still doesn't Know most of this.

After I get home, homework is neglected. Forceably so. I have to clean the destroyed house that my younger siblings were left to run amuck in while my mother was at work.

Saturday morning cartoons are a thing. I want to be an X-man O already feel like a mutant. I wanted Gambits powers so I could blow up my stepfather. I learn that my roleplayer is normal. O discover D and D. My play with my siblings is still sexualized. I also discover vampires.


Age 11: I am a bit heavier. Fat little bitch is a great insult to destroy a girl. I joined orchestra with a school violin. I wasn't allowed to practice at home. There is a lice epidemic at my school. I am no longer allowed to see my best friend.

Age 12: period starts. My breast start growing. I am terrified to become pregnant by my brother or step father. I hide by sleeping in front of my door or outside. My mom works thirds. So I sleep where she can find me easily. I sleep with jeans on. She still is too stressed to notice the tax on my little mind.

I find girls and boys interesting. I say nothing of this. I delve more into vampires. I dream often of a Peter pan esque figure coming and taking me away in the night. I start dreaming of him. Sleep paralysis starts. The hallucinations are terrifying. I see a man above me And it is hard to breathe. I believe at the time it is either a demon or vampire.
I tell my counselor about the minor things. Wanting to run away. The vampiric obsession. I am vague on my fears. I only tell her enough to get the advice I want.
I begin reading the HP series. I understand Hermione way too well.

Age thirteen. I have B cup breasts. I am proud of my body until I get looks and snickers. My hygiene was never the best sine I started my period. Baths and showers are my step fathers invitation to harass me. To hurt me. I find I am an outcast. My cousin that constantly tried to kiss me/fondle me end up in school together. She responds to the situation by destroying me socially. I am a weirdo. I'm strange. I experience more bullying that year then ever before. My intellect takes off. My vocabulary and reading comprehension are college graduate level. My teachers don't understand why I am failing. I never turn in homework. I honestly forget about it. I mean to do it. It just doesn't get categorized as important.
The stress I believe now is what caused my phantom pains. I would experience intensified stabbing pains in my stomache and intestines. No doctor can find what is wrong. So I am forced to try and ignore the.
Age fourteen: I switch schools.So does another girl who is often bullied at our old one. She elects that she is my friend. I allow it. She is still bullied and I retain my weirdo status as Well as my know it all status.
My breasts are Cs now. My guys friends notice. Most of them end up seeing my breasts. I'm not ashamed of my body.
I am still heavier. I listen more than I talk to my friends. I get the reputation of being a great listener.
I join a group and learn a trade skill. Emergency Medicine. They don't treat me as a weirdo. I'm welcome there it helps.
I start babysitting. My employer will never know how often those weekend stays watching his kids saved me.
Depression starts. I am more verbal with my mother about wanting the verbal and physical abuse to me and my full brother to stop.
My mother finally leaves my step father.
Age fifteen we move to a motel. I am a freshman and my grades are average. My teachers complain about it. My English teacher especially. I can do better. They know. I know. I can't focus on homework. In class environment I flourish. Home I can't. There ate too many distractions. Including my boyfriend. It was a sex fest because I didn't know how to create a healthy relationship. My depression drives me to suicidal thoughts. I become controlling and paranoid. I accuse him of sleeping with one of my best friends.turns out he did sleep with his ex though.

I finally tell my mom about the sexual abuse. She flips out. I had taken care of her emotionally from a young age. I was more the mother and her the daughter than the proper way.

I meet the man I will marry. He is seventeen years older than me.

Age sixteen: my transition year. I found a New religion. One that was always mine in spirit. I began studying wicca, neopaganism, Buddhism, Hinduism, the bible. I wanted to understand god and why I was tested so deeply. I identify as a witch. It causes problems at school. I get letters in my locker. Pushed around the school. I truely believe in at least a few parts of the Wicca rede especially the part about what you give is what you get. I would never cast selfishly.I still love vampires. I give a speech on their existence through the vampiric subculture in Manhattan.
My English teacher who was teaching MacBeth to her upper classmen asks me to speak to the about being a witch. I agree.  The bullying is cemented further and I am denied the opportunity because it would make two students uncomfortable. I was accused of cursing people.
I did yell at quite a few people.
Mostly I yelled at bullets who said things as I passed or I caught bullying other weirdos. I was told my body was distracting by an older lady teacher in a detention I received for skipping school. And I was forced to turn my guns and roses shirt inside out.
Age seventeen: I got certified as an stna. I enrolled in a digital school hoping to finish up school early. My inability to focus and need for money would force me to graduate two years late.
My brother did not like me having the music on loud. I had had a bad day so O ignored him. My mom was bed ridden from surgery. My little brother and I fought. We both got charged with domestic violence. But as minors So it would be exsponged.
I still lost my job as a STNA.

Age eighteen I got with my current partner and husband. I had long stopped going to consuling. I no longer depression medication.for a few years I was happy ish. The depression came and went. The coping techniques I had learned and my Peter pan did most of the work there.
I experienced my first panic attack.
My boyfriend's friends were close knit and played D&D. I lost my life to rp, videogames, and working at various food places.
I couldn't keep a job long
Same story. I 'had ' so much potential. They couldn't understand why I was falling behind.
I didn't know. I could figure it out.
19: I got pregnant. My husband had alread asked me to marry him. And I had agreed. I became paranoid. I suspected him of cheating. At 8 months pregnant I discovered the truth of it. He was.

20: my daughter was born. I tried hard to forgive him. It was a difficult process. He was diagnosed with MS. It was in his C6 vertebrae. I knew it was a death sentence.
21: alcohol and I became acquainted but not heavily.
Husband got angry if I drank. So I did not drink. He slowly slipped into verbal abuse. And treated me as a slave. I loved him so I over looked it.
22. We got married. I married a dying man. I told him I was no longer taking birth control because of the adverse affects on my body. He agreed it was ok. I became pregnant. He basically called my unborn child a monster and a burden. He felt trapped. He even made me feel as if he wanted me to abort my child. I screamed at him. Our relationship spiraled.
23 my son was born. The pregnancy has brought a New irrational anger with it.  I watched my daughter like a hawk even refusing to allow her to sleep near the husband or in our bed. I would not be my mother I would notice. I would ask honest questions and often.

Now26
Miscarriage. And work injury. I am passed on a promotion.
my children are a bit older and still I have a deep paranoia. The hallucinations, sleep paralysis and audio hallucinations still occur.
I have a deeper understanding of my gene pool.

Father: narcolepsy,paranoia.
Mother:major depression,Dissociative Identity Disorder.

My fear is I am now experiencing further problems. My incapability to manage time is screwing me. I go between multiple tasks. I can still hear water moving in pipes and hear the electricity flow when I plug in my phone charger. I see people out of the corner of my eye only to have them not be there when I turn to talk to them.
I still have my name called by the unseen. I feel insane. But I'm afraid to get help. Both of my suicide attempts were due to being medicated.
I need help focusing for work... What the fuck am I supposed to do. Also I cannot have a negative feedback conversation with my boss with out crying.
And now people who knew me in high school are spreading rumors. I am So tired of them being afraid of me.

Any ideas? Suggestions?



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176,002 Ugghhhhh, American slavery is UNIQUE, because it was tied to race.

Lincoln initially sought to emancipate the slaves because he wanted to weaken the rebellion.

Emancipation became a unifying cause towards the end war that gave meaning to the hundreds of thousands of people who made the kinds of sacrifices that most of us can't imagine and can only contemplate from afar, not to mention what the slaves endured before and after.

Today, people say stuff about "the establishment" and how bad we have it in this country. How the rich are sticking it to us. How campaigns and politicians are corrupt. How unfair everything is. Then they go down to Starbucks and suck down a five dollar coffee.

Fuck you idiots. Fuck all of you.

There, I feel better.  



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176,001 I am well into being Mensa-level smart.  My IQ has been tested as high as 160.  Both of my parents had IQs of at least 150.  A lot of people like me are assholes, self-entitled holier-than-thou weenies who make up for their lack of social skills by being smarter than you.  I avoid those people.  I prefer "real" people.  My closest friends are average-intelligence rednecks at best.  They think it's funny that I'm so smart, and we have some good times.

Except some times... when I get pushed and pissed off by someone... I get this laser-like focused stream of full-bore, angry, hateful intelligence spew out of my mouth that succinctly zeroes in on the problem and why the person professing it is a fucktard.  It crushes people.  I don't know where it comes from.  I guess I can claim that I have a low tolerance for bullshit, but it really is mean of me to do.  I win, but I always feel bad afterwards.



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176,000 987: i dont know about undressing/changing  in a women's locker room in a gym for example, because as a woman i dont even feel comfortable changing infront of other women. If i was comfortable with my nakedness infront of others, i wouldn't mind sharing a locker with fully transitioned men to women.



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