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Mr. D Bewildering posted:I wouldn't be surprised at all if she just doesn't know how to mail a letter. She may have never done it before and might think that it's totally complicated. She could have used this: http://www.wikihow.com/Mail-a-Letter
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She couldn't find it on yaoipedia*, so therefore such activities do not exist. * I don't know if this is real, please do not tell me.
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Mr. D Bewildering posted:I wouldn't be surprised at all if she just doesn't know how to mail a letter. She may have never done it before and might think that it's totally complicated. Yeah, as "obvious" as these things are to, well, functional people, the truth is that these are still learned behaviors. If no one has ever taught her to do these things, and she's afraid of trying new things, then it's not unthinkable that she would believe it's probably too difficult or complicated to do alone. (I had a friend stress out about changing her voter's registration for this reason, even though that is likewise a cinch.)
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I practiced addressing envelopes and mailing them in elementary school. The only way not knowing how to send a letter is acceptable is if you've never received a piece of mail ever in your life.
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Alterian posted:I practiced addressing envelopes and mailing them in elementary school. The only way not knowing how to send a letter is acceptable is if you've never received a piece of mail ever in your life. You just made me realise that the 'send christmas cards to your classmates' that they made us do in primary school was a life-lesson. drat you wily educators!
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SybilVimes posted:You just made me realise that the 'send christmas cards to your classmates' that they made us do in primary school was a life-lesson. drat you wily educators! Apparently she never heard of Flat Stanley.
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Monolith. posted:Apparently she never heard of Flat Stanley. (fe: oh god, there's Flat Stanley fanfic and porn out there, isn't there.)
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Tasty and Delicious posted:If her biggest personal problems are not having beads or the latest softcore boy love manga or fighting off hordes of imaginary guys lusting after her, she sounds like she has a sweet deal going on with that mental illness of hers. And again, I'm definitely not trying to excuse her behavior, or say that it's not so bad. Denise is terrible, and I'm really, really glad that the OP and Kat were able to get away from her. This is just something I think is a possible explanation, and explanation and justification are two totally different things. Absolute Lithops fucked around with this message at 18:23 on Nov 8, 2011 |
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Absolute Lithops posted:At the root of a lot of mental illnesses like that, there's stuff like self-hatred, a belief that no one cares about your feelings, etc. So no, I don't think it's really so fun. Denise's whole saga is basically The Bluest Eye with anime instead of racism. e: majestic12 posted:artist's rendering: This is fantastic and also terrifying that you had this image lying around.
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I just discovered this thread this morning, and I've been plowing through it. Seriously, uglynoodles, this is golden. I was expecting some lowbrow "heh, anime nerds" type humor, but it's actually really sucked me in, and I'd go so far as to say some of it's genuinely touching to read. If you ever decide to put all of this together and publish it as some sort of otaku Girl, Interrupted with pictures, I would buy the poo poo out of it.
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discoukulele posted:If you ever decide to put all of this together and publish it as some sort of otaku Girl, Interrupted with pictures, I would buy the poo poo out of it. Hahahaha, well, feel free to donate. Wojtek posted:There's always someone who is more crazy. There are people out there that make Denise sound tame in comparison. And I've dated some of them. Said crazy actually e-mailed me just the other day accusing me of being on heroin and 'murdering his son' via 'wonton abortions.' I've never so much as smoked a cigarette in my life and I have never been pregnant. He does this about every year or so. Makes a new e-mail or finds me on a social network and bothers me with this poo poo. It would be funny if he weren't serious. After I left the apartment we lived in I found out from the landlords that he'd been keeping jars of urine. Oh boy, do I have stories. He and Denise are really the only 'crazies' in my life but they are doozies.
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uglynoodles posted:'wonton abortions.' Er, what? That had me rolling, and I think many would love to hear the crazy involved in further explanation.
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thevoiceofdog posted:Is there a reason people do the jars of urine thing? I don't get that at all. If I had to guess I'd say it would be linked to extreme hoarding, but it's hard to say why crazy people the things that they do.
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thevoiceofdog posted:Is there a reason people do the jars of urine thing? I don't get that at all. My understanding is that it's mostly a paranoia thing, rather than wanting to admire their jar collection or anything like that. They think someone wants to steal their urine, or maybe they think they have been drugged and want to hold onto the evidence. Real-deal schizo type of stuff.
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Panzerschwein posted:My understanding is that it's mostly a paranoia thing, rather than wanting to admire their jar collection or anything like that. They think someone wants to steal their urine, or maybe they think they have been drugged and want to hold onto the evidence. Real-deal schizo type of stuff. But if you keep it in jars, wouldn't that make it easier to steal?  Mental illness is weird.
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I think there's a guy on my Creative Writing course with some of Denise's issues, though I only have do deal with him a couple of hours a week. He thinks he's going to be a voice actor and animator, but he's about Denise's level of talent and sounds like Richard Ayoade's Shaboo character from The Mighty Boosh. He often demands to be the centre of attention and will interrupt people, including the teacher, when he thinks he has something to contribute (he usually doesn't and goes off on some lengthy tangent) He doesn't seem interested in listing to anyone but himself, we actually had a published author speak with the class the other week, he asked some stupid question which she tried to make relevant, and he asked to be excused to go to the toilet partway through her answer. He insists on reading everything he does aloud, so I know that on being tasked with "write about a room" he talked at length about the evil Queen from Disney's Sleeping Beauty. When the teacher was splitting up a task, issuing us with people described in a short passage so we could write from their perspectives, she issued him "the mother with child", which he then complained loudly "made me very uncomfortable", missing the point of the exercise. He wrote some bollocks about an only child who is eighty-percent poor and a super spy and a celebrity told him come to every show because there are only seven golden tickets so that's why you told me to come every night and some only children don't have many toys and there are only two televisions in the house and some videos. I'm pretty sure that last sentence gives a good idea of what his work is like. It's certainly what listening to it is like. I've held my tongue so far but I've thought about cutting him off and loudly asking to go to the toilet whilst he's talking, or just demanding he shut the gently caress up. I may have to leave the course early to move for a new job, so I may do that when I don't need to be concerned with subsequent consequences. Though doing it now may just make him go away and not come back, I suppose.
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uglynoodles posted:Said crazy actually e-mailed me just the other day accusing me of being on heroin and 'murdering his son' via 'wonton abortions.' There's a place not too far from my house that serves wonton abortions drenched in sweet and sour sauce. They're actually not that bad.
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Schwarzwald posted:There's a place not too far from my house that serves wonton abortions drenched in sweet and sour sauce. They're actually not that bad. Try the spicy thai vasectomy with rice balls next time you go.
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Asymtote posted:Er, what? That had me rolling, and I think many would love to hear the crazy involved in further explanation. Requires asian doctors and a wok maybe?
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I know you were in middle school and poo poo and that friendships between girls (especially middle school girls) can tend to be a lot closer, but I just don't understand why you bothered to stick with her at all. Especially after the "I need to buy my doll" thing, why did you even try to forgive her instead of just forgetting about her completely and never bothering with her again? I have completely cut off people who were nowhere near Denise's level of terrible simply because I didn't want to have to deal with them. I can kind of understand the idea of "It's my friend since I was young so that is important", but I've generally transitioned through so many friends as I've reached different points in my life; even ones that I like to keep in touch with usually end up falling out of touch anyway. To keep in touch with someone you have to put some serious effort in, so why do it with Denise? Why did you put so much effort in with her? Did you think you would be able to help her? Did you ever feel like you got anything out of the relationship? It was sad when you talked about looking forward to the picnic with her and she had her astral pregnancy. What were you excited about then other than enjoying the nice day? Was Denise coming with you going to make it more enjoyable somehow? I'm just curious because if friends of mine bring down my mood, take advantage of me, or do anything basically that makes being with them worse than being alone I pretty much just stop contacting them and find new people to spend time with.
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What could be more fun than adding my Brian stories to the mix, I suppose? It's the evening and I don't have much else to do right now. I don't think this post in and of itself is worth a new thread, but it is related to the topic (He knew Denise and they got on really well, and had his own dose of animu bullshit.) With the poo poo that went on with him I probably could make one, but I'll try to condense it to make for some fun evening reading. Not all of it will be fun reading. As I said before in aeons past, the insanity has its roots in sadness. Brian also had his share of Denise-esque tendencies but his were more... Acute, and in some cases more dangerous. The Life of Brian Brian is somebody I dated when I was a teenager. Brian is insane, abusive, unstable, and nobody you would want to be around for any length of time for any reason. Obviously he was not this way when the relationship started. Over the course of three years his slow descent into madness damaged himself, me, everything and everyone around him arguably quite beyond repair. I stayed with him that long because I was a dumbass teenager, I was in love with him, (dumbass teenager) and like many abused partners, believed it was my fault and that if I only worked hard enough, he'd get better. "It's only a rough patch," my little voice would say. "Just hang in there. It'll get better. He'll treat you like he used to." If you ever find yourself saying that about your partner, no matter how much you love them, you owe it to yourself to loving leave. There are such things as 'bad days' and 'rough patches' but usually that means a lovely day at work or a week of bad luck that grates on their temper and makes them a bit grumpy. It does not translate into the poo poo he did and months of abuse. About 6 or 7 months in, my role changed from a girlfriend into a caretaker. There was no sexuality or romance involved after that time. For numerous reasons this caretaker poo poo happened but mainly I stayed because I was a dumb gently caress and had no one else and nowhere else to go to at the time. When I met new friends, I bailed once they knocked it into my head what the gently caress was going on. I learned not to be a carpet anymore for people like him, or even for people like Denise because of the poo poo I went through at his hands. I am a lot less tolerant of bullshit than I ever was and that's something I can thank him for. I learned that love isn't always enough, and that there are things vastly more important when it really comes down to it; Your own sanity. Everything worked out OK for me in the end. We broke up years ago. Even so and despite me blocking and banning him from everywhere I am online, every year or so he manages to circumvent this by making a new e-mail or whatever and messaging me.  That's him as he looked when I left -- And, as I am to understand, how he looks to this day. Him and his snake, Vossler. He named that snake after a Final Fantasy 12 character when he saw me playing the game and saw what a tremendous cockhole the character was. Oh well. At least he showered. He also never hit me. Sometimes he threw things at me, but I'm pretty confident he wasn't trying to hit me so much as he was trying to get attention. Either way it was bullshit, but there we have it. In no particular order, over the course of my time with him, Brian: - Got banned from visiting the schoolyard acoss the road from our apartment. Brian would go there every day toting around his 6.3ft Bismarck Python. He would show up every day unwashed, unkempt, unshaven, in a beaten up old black airforce jacket done up to the first button no matter the season and khaki jeans. He wore these clothes every day and it showed. When I suggested it was because he probably looked creepy to the parents and might want to take better care of his appearance, he screamed that the world should judge him based on how he looks, and threw a dish at my head. - Refused to get a job, refused to go out and meet friends, refused to eat anything but the finest cuts of meat and it better be without any vegetables. Refused to learn to cook. Refused to take off his jacket in 30C+ summer weather. Refused to cash his welfare cheques himself or pay bills or rent but insisted it all be in his name. Made me do it. - Forced me, with screaming tantrums, to stay up and "DM" private sessions of D&D with him until the wee hours, despite me working two full-time jobs at the time. I remember several occasions where I was so tired, I collapsed and slept even as he screamed and tantrummed at me. When I would cave into his demands and let him roll a die to make little roleplay decisions with his munchkin half white dragon character, he would make my life miserable whenever I wanted to stop. Even if it was 4AM and the first of my two 8 hour shifts started soon. - Threw an absolute loving shitfit when we didn't have money to buy him his newly released volume of Gundam: SEED. I can't remember if it was the original SEED series or the newer one. - Pawned my Gamecube and all my games to buy it for himself. - Stole huge amounts of money from my wallet, despite being on disability allowance and his share of rent and bills were being paid by the state. This is also why I worked 2 jobs. I couldn't make enough to pay for my half of the rent and bills and buy us food because he kept loving stealing it. - Lied loving incessantly. Did he tell you about the time when at 11 years old he performed a Deathblossom manoeuvre in an F-16 jet? How about the time he was promoted to Corporal in the Canadian Air Force at 14 and without having passed Basic? How about the time he was an arms dealer? How about the time his brother shot him in the head? That's what gave him his scar, you know. And didn't you know that it throbs and aches when danger is nearby? Also whenever you touch it. He claims he could die from it if he was poked in his scar too hard. I really want to test my knuckles' density on it. Oh and he's a prize fighter. He loves to fight. Fight fight fight, he's a loving ninja. He is a berserker. He could take on anyone. I never saw him in even a minor scuffle and he weighs barely 130lbs at 6'2". - Would watch the same scene on one of his Gundam: SEED DVDs over... And over... And over... And over... And over... In one sitting he would watch a single scene sometimes around 20 or 30 times. He would then claim that he'd only seen any given episode at most 3 times. - Would burst into the bedroom when he knew I was sleeping. (We did not sleep together, physically or proximity-wise at this point) He would burst into hysterics, then suddenly -- sometimes mid-wail, stop, cold as stone. He would then slowly stand up and leave the room. Sometimes he did this multiple times a night. - Would talk about things he had heard on radio or seen on TV as if they had happened to him. - Would throw things in my direction. - When we were living on the good graces of a friend of mine in rural bumfuck nowhere, in the dead of winter he decided he hated us so much for expecting him to do chores and generally participate in life that he left in the middle of a snowstorm. He packed up his bag with all his DVDs, and went out in nothing more than his lovely khakis and his thin, threadbare jacket. It was about -30 bare, -40 windchill. He only came back because one of my friend's dogs had been hit and he found the dog. - Allowed throngs of neighbourhood kids in to see his snake, which was his pride and joy. Did this without my permission, without me home most of the time. The kids stole my games and stole from what few pieces of jewelry I had. An amulet my great grandmother gave me was stolen. - Believed he was connected to Athrun Zala of Gundam: SEED fame. Sometimes referred to me as 'Yzak.' - Refused to get out of the apartment/out of bed/off the floor. Once asked me if he poo poo himself on the couch, if I would clean it up because he didn't want to go to the bathroom. - Once disclosed to me that 'he doesn't think this way now,' but he once wanted to "find a suitable female host" for his offspring because he was "genetically perfect," and admitted to being mistaken when he believed that this 'female host' would produce for him an identical copy of himself to make into a perfect soldier. Once he knew that DNA of both partners and not just the father is used to make a child, he said he redoubled his efforts to find the "perfect female host" for his child to impregnate, take the child from, and then leave her. He only ever had 2 girlfriends ever, including me. - Had very specific, very vivid, probably sexual fantasies of being Emperor of the world. Said he would rename it Terra. - When I began to spend time with work friends' and over at their houses and avoid him as much as possible he bombarded me with calls and eventually took to standing outside their apartments. - Did not tell me he had acquired 2 scorpions after I had left the apartment. A month after he had left to go back to our hometown, I returned to collect a few of my things. He left the door open and unlocked, so of course the remainder of my poo poo had all been raided. There wasn't much there but I had lent him a PS2 to keep him entertained after I had left him. The scorpions had starved to death. I don't like spiders or scorpions but the idea of those poor animals suffering and dying alone in there still makes me feel awful. If I had known, I would have kept them fed until I could have given them to someone who would've loved them. - Fed my pet rat Socrates to his snake because he didn't like him and because Vossler "couldn't wait another day for food" despite his being able to go out to the reptile shop to get him a frozen one. - Threatened to press charges against me when I loving lost it and screamed at him for murdering my animal. - And many more Last year he sent me an e-mail saying he had it on 'good authority' from 'reliable sources' that I was back in our hometown, and why was I avoiding him? That was fun. I simply responded that I was not, I was in fact still across the world from him, to please seek professional help, and not to contact me again. Here is what I received in my inbox the other day, copypasted: "I know why it is you hate me, and its not because I hurt you. The abusive boyfriend card you carry around with you has run its cores. You hate me or dont like me, witch ever, simply because i know the real you, and thats a threat to the new life you've built. You wiped the slate clean of your past and dont want your faults or mistakes coming back and effecting you, and I am living proof of your faults. To the point, I want an explanation, and one way or the other, however long it takes, I will find the truth. You murdered our son, virtually every person we know told me the same thing, you dint lose him, you aborted, via drug use and self violence. I want to know why, you will account for your actions here. I expect complete denial on your part, its always been your way, make excuses or outright deny responsibility, you do owe me something, you owe me the truth for once. Stop being a coward and a victim and account for your actions." - I have never so much as smoked a cigarette in my life. - I have never been pregnant. - I don't want to live on this planet anymore More Denise next time! quote:Why did you stay friends with Denise? Basically, I was young and stupid, for one. Also by the time all this nonsense had really come to a head she was friends with Kat, the only other friend I had and I felt if I really put my foot down, she'd poison my relationship with the only other human being I could connect to. It's very sad, juvenile and pathetic, but let's be real. I was sad, juvenile, and pathetic. All three of those things in droves. Keep that in mind too for the Brian story. uglynoodles fucked around with this message at 01:43 on Nov 9, 2011 |
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Finally caught up with this thread, so I guess I'll share my small experience with self-named otakus. After graduating my country's equivalent of high school, I started studying Japanese at university, because hey, they make pretty cool cartoons, right? This was shortly after one of my big taste-reevaluations I had in regards to anime (Mainly due to ADTRW, to give credit where it's due) and I had just started realizing that Lucky Star maybe wasn't that great after all. Anyway, second day the teacher tells us to introduce ourselves to the person next to us, and that's how I meet Anime Girl, because I can't be arsed with thinking of a name to call her. At this point I'm basically shocked that I've found someone else in real life that likes Japanese poo poo, and she's a girl too! After a couple of weeks she invites me to come along to her anime club, and I'm just happy to meet other people to talk about my animes to. I get there, and introduce myself to the members. In the coming few weeks before I stopped going there again, I find out that the two hambeasts are a couple, but their relationship is apparently open because the girl is pretty much telling me that she wants to do me, and her boyfriend doesn't seem to care. Then there's the 8-10 years older than me guy who goes by the name of "Hentai", I poo poo you not. And some guy who's really into bdsm and goes to the same bdsm clubs as his sister or something. Also I'm fairly sure at least half of them were furries. The whole thing kind of culminated in them roping me in to help staff their tiny yaoi convention, which I did because hey, maybe Anime Girl would finally fall for my romantic self. No, I don't know exactly how I though being at a yaoi convention would help. Anime Girl also told me that all men are secretly bisexual and that she drew yaoi of the guys at the anime club, including me. She wouldn't even let me see it, I just wanted to know that fictional me was getting some action. fakeedit: I did actually visit the anime club one more time after that, when two of the members were trying to take half of the club's money and create their own club (with blackjack! and hookers!). That's where I met another of Anime Girl's friends, whom added me on msn messenger. On the second conversation we had she mentioned how she wanted to have a baby within four years. I guess she was coming on to me? Sometimes I really hate my younger self for meeting these people, but at least they're not as bad as most other people's stories.
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uglynoodles posted:- Pawned my Gamecube and all my games to buy it for himself. Monster!  Well, at least he doesn't seem as weird as Denise. Still a creep, though.
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Man, my heart goes out to you hardcore about that loving rear end in a top hat boyfriend.  If I had stayed with my abusive ex longer than the one year I was with him, I'm very sure he would have had a similar downward spiral of sanity and woulda left me with stories quite similar to yours. (Except he was obsessed with indie films and thought he was the next David Lynch/Cronenberg, so it might have been a little more pretentious-themed than yours.)He's now an insane methhead so I hear, so yay!
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uglynoodles posted:More Denise next time! Yes and please less Brian - he doesn't sound like an anime soulbonding weirdo at all and more like a generic abusive boyfriend
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What a loving ignoramus. Gundam SEED wasn't even good. In all seriousness though, I really hope that you never find yourself in a relationship like that ever again and I hope that the story serves to prevent others from finding themselves in a similar situation. I can't even understand what it would be like to be in love with somebody who steals your belongings/money and screams at you And sorry for your rat 
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quote:- Had very specific, very vivid, probably sexual fantasies of being Emperor of the world. Said he would rename it Terra. Couldn't he put any effort at least in renaming the planet? Jesus... Seconding no more Brian. It's just sad the amount of poo poo he put you through, and good for you you got rid of him, but it isn't as interesting as Denise's stories. Sorry for your pet rat, thought.
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I don't know I have to wonder who is crazier, the guy who feeds his girlfriend's rat to his pet snake or the girl who is friends with Denise for years and then proceeds to date this guy. How the heck did you get together?
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There's something strangely symbolic about the whole rat/snake angle of this story. It's like an analogy of the relationship.
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Nessa posted:Many girls are taught by their mothers at a young age "Don't touch yourself there. It's bad." So they don't. The message I got from my mom was "Don't touch yourself there in public. That's private and you only show that to other people when you're a grownup and you love each other." I was also given a couple of books as a kid. One was about different animals, their reproductive parts, how they mated and what the babies looked like (cartoony sort of art style). The other book was called "Where Did I Come From?" and was a cartoon description of the logistics of sex and baby development. It's awesome that books still exists. Android Blues posted:Also, and I realise at this point I'm going crazy with the psychoanalysis bit, but penises rape and women know it, on some level there's an indelible association. I would not be at all surprised if Denise "acting out" rape and making it this safe, fun ridiculous fantasy thing that makes her feel important and ~special~ is pretty strongly linked to her being scared of dicks. You don't need to have been molested to develop a fear of male sexuality, and people often act out their fears in safe, fantasy contexts in order to cope with them. This is actually a pretty normal developmental stage for girls, but usually occurs in the age 9-15 range. Girls are aware of boys, and attracted to them for reasons unknown, but male sexuality is very different, visibly as well as in other ways, and it's scary. From this we get nonthreatening boy bands and guys like Justin Bieber who make it safe for girls to swoon over them without actually knowing what the hell sex is. Acting out one's fears in a controlled, fictional context, either reading or writing, is also a manifestation of this. VanessaMH posted:It seems entirely possible that Denise is acting out sexually by being male at times, and getting raped. Maybe being male to her is her way of coping with the feelings she doesn't want to or just can't understand. The rape is another way of coping with the confusing urges. Maybe she feels like a slut for feeling this way and is trying to make up any excuse in her mind as to why she just can't be as she had no choice in the matter. I mean people do that to each other in real situations. So it migh tnot be too far off. Women in Western cultures have to deal with the Madonna/Whore syndrome. Women are either your mom/sister (the Virgin Mary), or they are whores. A lot of men don't know how to interact with women outside of these two frameworks. Unfortunately, women also absorb this cultural message. It's a very difficult journey for a woman to come to terms with her own sexuality as a mature, normal, adult person who is neither a virgin nor a whore. We keep getting the message that we have to be one or the other. If we're not virgins, we're sluts, QED. My personal belief is that this social construct is partially responsible for the attraction many young women have to pseudo-occult practices such as ritual sex (as far as I know there are no legitimate religions or esoteric practices that make use of this), where sex is made sacred, or actual naturist religions where nudity during ritual is considered a sign of respect (but is not sexual at all). Problem is, for the latter, you need to already be well-grounded in who you are as a sexual being. BizarroAzrael posted:He wrote some bollocks about an only child who is eighty-percent poor and a super spy and a celebrity told him come to every show because there are only seven golden tickets so that's why you told me to come every night and some only children don't have many toys and there are only two televisions in the house and some videos. Eighty-percent poor? As opposed to one hundred percent poor? What does that even mean?
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I almost wish I knew an ubercrazy lunatic, although the nuts I've met have been so tame... A girl I went to high school with insisted on being called "Vash" after the Trigun character. A generic otaku, she did bathe and you could talk about other subjects with her quite normally. She wore a replica of Vash's signature red trenchcoat to school every day, though it was washed on occasion. I ran a small message board that many of my classmates posted on, and once she went off on some girls she didn't like for no other reason than they disagreed with some of her other friends. Later that night I got a call from her mother who ranted to me for no less than an hour about how Vash was now banned from the internet at home and at school, and how her father was some super-powerful "internet policeman" who had a boy from Florida arrested for mentioning a passing interest in wanting to meet her in person someday. Vash told me at school the next day that her mother was notorious for obscene punishments, like once banning her and her brother from playing D&D because it caused them to be posessed. I mentally forgave her for wanting an escapist fantasy once I got that peek into her family life. I believe she got married almost right out of high school (probably to get away) and lives a fairly normal life now. When I volunteered with a Renaissance faire, I was grouped with some Wiccan girls who gossiped about how their relative got drunk and started jumping around between their minds. They were also discussing animal spirits and birthsigns and whatnot. I asked if they were furries but they said no. Oddly enough, I'm totally fine with their serious interest in witchcraft as long as I know they aren't also doodling animal erotica. Oh, and I've met more than one unwashed anime-hoarding otaku that literally lived in their parents' basement, but they all had crappy cars and menial retail jobs so they could be self-sustaining with their imported Xbox 360 hentai games/full-body pillowcases/Kingdom Hearts wall scrolls/anime-boobie mousepads. But then again, everybody in this thread knows those people. Or are those people, whatever.
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