loquacius posted:

Returning to Circus Circus is a pretty bad decision even if you like gambling

When I went to Vegas it was both the most depressing and the creepiest of the casinos

Gynovore posted:

Never been there, but I've heard many tales of how Circus Circus is horrible. High rollers avoid it like the plague, so they tried to attract families, and failed there too. The buffet is scary.

Lote posted:

Unless I'm missing the joke, he bet the line at +135.

Lote posted:

Circus Circus is the poor man's Excalibur.

Somehow.

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Like many on this site, I long ago accepted the fact that I would never have a child or find love. But, seeking some legacy to leave the world, I dove headfirst into science. And I believe I've secured my legacy.

What do we truly understand about death? Not much. The heart or brain or lungs stop, and you're dead. Or are you? What if you could preserve your mind exactly as it is, at the point of death? It would be just like freezing a video game - you can eventually just unpause and start again.

The only question with my theory - is there a soul? So I'm not taking any chances and erring on the side of caution.

On July 4th I celebrate our independence day by celebrating our independence from the concept of death. I created a device (image enclosed) which will freeze my body exactly as it is at the point of death and also prevent my soul from leaving to the afterlife - if there is a soul after all.

I will remain dead but "trapped" for 24 hours, at which point the device revives me again. At this point, I'll have video evidence of my concept and can present it to the scientific community.

My inspiration struck when I started thinking about cryogenics. That freezes your body, but nobody has been unfrozen yet. And I know from leaving meat in my freezer, it gets nasty freezer burns which degrades the tissue. So my device preserves the body without freezing (thanks to an airtight seal). I also watched a movie once where a guy's blood was replaced with embalming fluid and he was sealed in a tomb. Again - preserve the flesh and you make resurrection possible. You just need to ensure the soul stays.

So that was my main challenge, and one I gamely met. If a soul exists, what ties it to earth? The body. So I keep a small portion of flesh and blood alive via electrical current, enough to keep my soul tethered to Earth. After unsealing my body the current is turned off and my soul returns to my living, breathing body.

I plan to post the results here, but first I'll get the patent and get rich as gently caress lol.

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I believe my girlfriend of 8 months has anger management issues or might be a rageaholic. I never noticed that when we lived apart, but living together has made things much clearer and much scarier for me.

Last night someone called her from work to let her know she left a sweater on her desk, and that it would be sitting in the lost and found this morning. She got irrationally angry at this for some reason and threw her phone, which was an expensive iphone, at the carpeted floor so hard it bounced almost 2 feet in the air. I asked what was wrong and she just told me "You heard. I loving forgot my sweater. Goddamn it!" We didn't talk all night, and when we went to bed she kept muttering "Goddamn sweater, can't loving believe I forgot it." I kept asking what the big deal was, it was totally safe and would be there tomorrow. She told me I was "so loving innocent, thinking that they wouldn't gently caress with her sweater" and that it would just be good for "burning" after they got done with it. I asked who "they" were and she laughed in my face, then rolled over and fell asleep. This is the most scared I've ever been with her, but there have been other things.

One time I had diarrhea and was on the toilet for about 30 minutes. When I got out of the bathroom I had 10 missed text messages and 4 missed calls, all from her. They escalated really quickly from "How's your day going?" to "ARE YOU CHEATING ON ME". I have never cheated on anyone, have never even talked about other girls being attractive, so I don't know where it came from. And it was half an hour, not like I disappeared for a whole day.

Before that, I had to give her directions to my office. I asked "where are you right now, give me a landmark or a street" She said "I don't loving know - I'm by a building" I asked for more details and she screamed at me through the phone, called me an idiot, then said she'd find it on her own. Two hours later (it's a 20 minute drive) she showed up at my office, opened the door and yelled for me to get in. We didn't talk the whole ride home.

One time she wanted to have sex, but I was so exhausted my eyes were barely staying open. I'd worked a 12 hour shift and was super tired. She said that was okay, and I fell asleep on the couch. I woke up when she clapped her hands really loud next to my ears and said "Okay now you're awake!". We had sex then. I got a shower after that and cried for a little bit, which is something I've been doing a bit more of lately.

So I think I want to break up. But I've never had a serious girlfriend before, I'm worried about meeting anyone else, and I'm scared to break up with her too.

Philip J. Fry posted:

loquacius posted:

I believe my girlfriend of 8 months has anger management issues or might be a rageaholic

Lote posted:

Circus Circus is the poor man's Excalibur.

Somehow.

loquacius posted:

Returning to Circus Circus is a pretty bad decision even if you like gambling

When I went to Vegas it was both the most depressing and the creepiest of the casinos

Scyantific posted:

Yeah no one is that stupid.

Nissin Cup Nudist posted:

What are the good Vegas casinos?

Ive never been

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Follow up from the attractive autist:

Thanks goons for your advice. I have actually been putting myself out there in a big way since submitting my 'fesh a few weeks ago. Volunteering, going to shows, basically just saying yes to any invite and learning to be myself without being concerned about how I'm received. It was painful at first but the more I do it, the easier it gets and the better the response. I'm getting interest from women that I never would have thought I had a shot with. Just last weekend a cute, early 20's blonde bought me a couple beers at a friend's show I went to. I was far more interested in the guitarist from the headlining band who I approached after the show. I couldn't make myself do it mentally, but it did eventually happen at one point when I simply acted and didn't allow myself to think about it. Gods was she sexy. One of those sad soul and utterly gorgeous. I assume she was interested since she was asking me a lot of questions about myself, my travels, etc.

I haven't gone for any digits yet since I think I would be jumping the gun. Against all of my instinct, I have been approaching women I find attractive and openly flirting which has been met in kind. I've also started using Tinder not as a means to sleep around, rather as a platform to learn to casually banter. I learned that I was putting beautiful women on a pedestal instead of just treating them like the normal people that they are. I had been told as much in the past but the lesson could only be internalized via experience.

Although my main goal is to have beautiful women in my life (sue me), I've been putting myself out there to anyone I can and just learning to connect on a meaningful level.

Although I was never diagnosed, I have at times suspected that I might be on the spectrum given my "symptoms." Can you be a self aware autist? I also have been to a therapist who didn't suggest anything of the sort and just kind of sent me on my way. I still have unused, prepaid sessions with her that I can pick up if I'd like but she seemed convinced that I didn't need it. Maybe I just wasn't being entirely honest.

I'll continue to trudge on, genuinely working on my confidence even though it's uncomfortable. How does that saying go? If we want something we've never had, we have to do things we've never done.

PS - I remain unwavering in my claim of ruggedness.

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Therapy goon here.

Maybe the thread finds my further updates interesting. I'm gonna try to compress it all a little. Writing these updates also help sorting my thoughts and I actually enjoy the serious feedback (and also laugh at the non-serious one). To get to the point, the cat is out of the bag: She can't have kids with almost certainty. We had a talk. That's why her fiancee left. Jesus Christ. The best thing is that I don't even care. I never wanted children. Also it would've been way too early for that anyways. We had a very heartfelt talk about everything and especially her anger issues. The thread has to understand that the anger isn't only towards me, but towards basically everything. It's hilarious in a way because as therapist she's just this kinda timid and quiet, small woman and privately.. well you should just experience her driving. Talk about road rage. I barely know anything about the fiancee or what went on there, she doesn't want to talk about it. I feel the problems lie there. We have that a lot. She doesn't want to talk about it and that means the topic is closed or death-stare.

While we are on the topic of driving, someone dinged into her car at a crossing. Very minor damage, not really worth even talking about. I'm still hearing about it. I didn't bring therapy up to her. I have to confess that I'm afraid of her reaction. She thinks nothing is wrong, she denies outright getting angry a minute after the event. Sometimes I wanna ask her what she would tell a patient who acts like that. But I am afraid of her reactions. I know I shouldn't be but well that's the way it is. I feel things are relatively under control now, especially since we talked about her anger. Don't want to stir poo poo up yet again. She's on good behaviour right now. A few patients will soon have their sessions run out and she will be seeing less patients from then on. Less stress. But we will also spend more time.

She also agreed and I could meet with my female friend. Yeah, I asked her if she's ok with it after the talk we had. I felt it was more diplomatic than saying "I will meet her", and also more appropriate for the situation. She agreed at any rate. I told her that she's beautiful and that I love her and only her. I'm not good with expressing such emotions. She loves getting told such things. Her face just lights up. I will try to do such things more from now on. Maybe it helps.

My friend moved back to her home country after studying her but is on vacation and made a detour to meet me. She changed a lot. When I knew here she was basically a 20yo kid, she's now in her mid-20s and she just changed. It's crazy. She was so naive and full of energy back then and now she's a woman. A young woman still of course, but a proper woman. It was kinda weird, she never got older in my head. Well, I was quite a few years younger back then too. Although not as young as her now. We have an age difference of almost ten years. It fit well back then because she was pretty mature her age and I was a minecraft-playing manchild. Yeah I admit it was a bit inappropriate. Hey, never said I was a well-adjusted guy.

We met at a cafe, talked about everything including our fight. It was a huge thing for me, especially that fight. It lingered like a dark cloud over my head, especially when I was still single and alone and had so much time to think about it. I loved her a lot and that fight devastated me. I kept turning things she said in that fight in my head, over and over, for years. For her it just wasn't that big a deal. Somehow that upset me, even though I can understand it. We talked about this huge crush I had on her. (It wasn't a secret back then either) How we'd sometimes be a bit inappropriately close for "just friends" back then. How I was this lovesick puppy. How her love life was pretty lovely in the meantime. (kinda abusive but not quite bf) How we missed each other. We were there for a while and then went on for a walk in an area we walked seven years ago and it all got a bit emotional. We hugged. It lingered on a little bit too long for friends. I saw it in her eyes that she realised it too. I don't need this. Not now. I pined over her. Wrote ignored emails in that lovely tiny room in nights were I was so hopeless and lonely I had visions of lying in my own pool of blood on the bathroom floor. Just to escape. while she would just ignore me live her life probably getting railed by every guy in the student exchange projects she went on. Her facebook I stalked these years (I know how wrong that was but well) was full of pictures of her traveling&having a good time. She said she made a big mistake with ignoring and was childish. Yah, no kidding. Now she's in her mid-20s doesnt have kid and family like she always wanted is stuck with an education that's useless in russia and this? Seriously? gently caress this.

Problem is, the feelings all came flooding back. Her accent. Her little scar. Her cheekbones. Her beautiful, brown eyes. I don't know what I feel right now. I have her in WhatsApp. We would sometimes talk for 10 hours a day back then.

I went home to my girlfriend (yes after years of loving writing emails I have a girlfriend! Even one who's jealous) who was on her very best behaviour although obviously waiting for me in the living room as she was watching cable TV (she never does that) and basically acting like she wasn't staring at the door the entire time and she actually jokingly-but-not-quite jokes if there was something going on and I lied and said no. Then she gave me that nervous toothy smile and hugged me where I could just read she probably promised herself not to interrogate me or check if I smell of perfume or something. I'm sorry for any weird grammar today, not a native english speaker. My friend brought me a bottle of something. I only understand "35%". I cracked into it while writing this. Yes, I'm not sure what I feel for my friend.

Lote posted:

I would break it down for the Strip as:

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 Sometimes I wanna ask her what she would tell a patient who acts like that. 

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We had sex then. I got a shower after that and cried for a little bit, which is something I've been doing a bit more of lately. 

Nocheez posted:

The strip loving sucks. Give me downtown any day of the week.

Solice Kirsk posted:

Also, if she suggests that you start having sex because "she can't have children" but she's been taking the pill or having you were condoms then she's gonna anchor baby you. This basically never happens in real life, but you may have the 1:1000000000 where that's an actual concern. Please keep sending updates though. You're my favorite confessor since the sexual assault boss love story.

Attractive Autist posted:

Just last weekend a cute, early 20's blonde bought me a couple beers at a friend's show I went to. I was far more interested in the guitarist from the headlining band who I approached after the show. I couldn't make myself do it mentally, but it did eventually happen at one point when I simply acted and didn't allow myself to think about it. Gods was she sexy.

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One time she wanted to have sex, but I was so exhausted my eyes were barely staying open. I'd worked a 12 hour shift and was super tired. She said that was okay, and I fell asleep on the couch. I woke up when she clapped her hands really loud next to my ears and said "Okay now you're awake!". We had sex then. I got a shower after that and cried for a little bit, which is something I've been doing a bit more of lately.

So I think I want to break up. But I've never had a serious girlfriend before, I'm worried about meeting anyone else, and I'm scared to break up with her too.

tactlessbastard posted:

I think worrying about a potential anchor baby situation here is like worrying about how bear safe your back door is while the house is actually on fire.

klafbang posted:

Counterpoint: since you can't have children to fix your dysfunctional relationship like normal people, consider opening it up instead so you can bang your friend as well. There's literally no downside.

loquacius posted:

Thanks goons for your advice. I have actually been putting myself out there in a big way since submitting my 'fesh a few weeks ago. Volunteering, going to shows, basically just saying yes to any invite and learning to be myself without being concerned about how I'm received.

klafbang posted:

Counterpoint: since you can't have children to fix your dysfunctional relationship like normal people, consider opening it up instead so you can bang your friend as well. There's literally no downside.

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I know this will probably sound fake but I am freaking out. I stopped drinking recently after over a decade of extremely heavy drinking and the only way I can describe what is happening is there are shadow people watching me all the time now. I always see them moving in the corner of my vision or watching me while I'm in bed. I tried to start drinking again temporarily to just make them go away but they won't. A neighbor already called the cops on me for yelling at them to leave me alone. I know hallucinations are a possible side effect for alcohol withdrawal but this seems so real and like I said even drinking again won't get rid of them. I don't really want to talk about it to anyone because I'm pretty sure they'd just send me to an asylum.

Other than seeing these things, whatever they are, my mind is working fine and I am still performing well at work, but as soon as I get home they are there and every night is a living hell. I even tried calling a priest but they just advised me to talk to a doctor. You have no idea how maddening it is to experience something you know in your head is really happening, but everyone else says you're just imagining it and it's not real.

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My confession is that I want to gently caress my therapist. If you're thinking "wow, what a coincidence, that's part of the title of the thread," it's not a coincidence. Every time I scroll past the title it reminds me that I want to gently caress my therapist and I'm sick of thinking about it all the time so maybe if I get it off my chest it will help.

As an aside, if you want to solicit confessions about particular things, putting them in the title of the thread and telling people not to do them is probably a good way of doing that. Like if you want people to talk about financial crimes, change the title to something like "don't commit financial crimes" and I bet they'll start rolling in.

My therapist is not particularly objectively physically attractive. She's fairly average. But she's a great, great therapist. She's caring and trustworthy and insightful and funny. I've had a number of therapists in my life and she is by far the best one. I'm also in a caring profession and professional-to-professional, she's the best therapist I've had. But she's also the one whose approach and personality matches up to my personality the best.

I'm hosed up enough to be in therapy but I'm not hosed up enough to think that because she's kind and compassionate and friendly to me, that means anything. That's her job. That's what I pay her to do. I know very little about her (though I know she's married with two kids) because that's the way it's supposed to be. I think she cares about me in the abstract way that people who are passionate about being therapists care about people. She doesn't care about me specifically, but she cares about me generally, because I am a person and she cares about people.

I want to gently caress her so bad.

Compassion is attractive to me. Competence is attractive to me. Intelligence is attractive to me. I'm extremely turned on by her professional persona.

It's starting to eat my brain. I think about it all the time.

I understand that this is actually a fairly common issue in therapy. Feeling safe, especially if you mostly don't feel safe, can be sexy. Our stupid lizard brains can't really tell the difference between someone caring for us because we're paying them and someone caring for us because they care about us. I understand that on a conscious level, but down underneath that, I want to gently caress her. I feel good when I'm with her. I want to make her feel good, too.

I've been in therapy with her for about three years and during that time we have worked on a number of different issues and my life has improved significantly. We started on easy stuff and have progressed to more and more complicated and hosed up stuff. At every step along the way there's been a process of trust-building and then me being comfortable being more vulnerable and every time she's justified and validated that vulnerability by treating me not just respectfully and compassionately but also by really understanding me and what my needs are. Every time I've been vulnerable it's been ok, no matter how hosed up the behavior I'm confessing is. I'm as emotionally naked with her as with any person I've ever had a actual relationship with. More so, really. I want to be actually naked with her.

I've had feelings for women before and not acted on them, like coworkers, girlfriends of my friends. You can tell when they're not into it. I've been able to shut those feelings down. The problem for me here is that the whole nature of therapy is confessional, and I feel more and more like I'm going to slip up and tell her how I feel and that's going to destroy a significant effective mental health support resource in my life. And because I have this thing on my mind and while I'm in the middle of talking about the issues we're working on I'm also simultaneously thinking about licking her pussy in vivid detail, it's affecting my ability to be honest about what's going on with me. And many of the issues we've dealt with have involved attachment and unclear boundaries in romantic relationships and so these feelings are, in a way, really relevant to what we're otherwise dealing with. I'm beginning to get more and more anxious before every session, but the anxiety gets channeled into arousal as well. I feel like a creep and a bad person and a real loving loser, and guess who's the person I've turned to in the past when I've felt like that to help me understand and work through those feelings? My therapist.

I just don't see this ending well and at the same time there's this faint hope that if I tell her...what if she reciprocates? (CNN chyron: SHE WON'T) and even if she did, then what? Having not just a relationship but an affair with your therapist is a bad idea. So really there's no way for this to end okay except for me to somehow get over these feelings. You know how they say "I need a vacation from this vacation?" I need a therapist to help me deal with having this therapist.

Mental health professionals, please don't be too good at your job. Every once in a while be deliberately mean or uncaring so your clients don't end up wanting to gently caress you.

In case you're wondering, writing this does not appear to have brought about any sense of relief so I hope at least maybe someone gets what I'm going through here.

J.C. Denton posted:

and the only way I can describe what is happening is there are shadow people watching me all the time now.

Herfa derfa posted:

My confession is that I want to gently caress my therapist.

GOTTA STAY FAI posted:

See how easy it is, sad goons who whine that they can't talk to women? If this guy can do it, you can too. Get out and do poo poo!