loquacius posted:

uh

people spend a lot of time with their immediate families; basically any anecdote from their personal life will involve them in some way

Are you suggesting that people should just never talk about them ever? What is there left for 99% of people to talk about? Their lovely jobs?

loquacius posted:

I'm loving tired of people talking about their wives and kids online and offline. It's everywhere. I do have a wife (we're in our 30s) too but I really never talk about her if it isn't a topic that comes up directly because I have the common courtesy to know that nobody loving cares. I'm also not one of those childfree weirdos, I don't mind kids, my sister has a kid, I spend time with her regularly to babysit, I just don't bring it up because I know nothing an 8 year old does is interesting in any way to a stranger. In the last few years as my generation who grew up with the internet being new grows older, it seems to get more and more with the wife and kid stories. It's even encroaching on threads on SA in topics where it's more than unrelated. If you notice once, you just can't unsee it. It really starts to piss me off. Your wife isn't that special, your "genius" kid isn't either. It'll prob. end up working retail and be a genderfluid furry. There are literally millions of people exactly like you. Shut up. Try to have interests and say something of value besides that poo poo. You can't even say this because people will just assume all kinds of bad things about you. They never even assume that this poo poo is just annoying and repetitive as gently caress.

loquacius posted:

this is the weirdest porn trend and I'm legit a bit unsettled to hear of people actually doing this

I keep saying it, but if your fetish is "not getting laid" you're just lazy

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I've cheated on my fiancee/gf of 7 years.

She was a hoarder, and OCD. We've spent years "fixing" her; reducing the number of stacked boxes in the house, learning that you don't have to soak the dishes for exactly ten minutes before putting them in the dishwasher (hell, even using the dishwasher was verboten for the first five years), and it's okay to throw away trash. I've convinced her to get vaccinations and yearly flu shots, and to go to the dentist, both things she'd never done before.

But, I'm tired. I just turned 30 a few months back, and have no college. I'm in an okay industry right now, but I make garbage pay (48th/51 states/territores for my job) and want to move on and take the next step in my field, either through doing a 3-4 year degree program, or one of those 18-month expensive associates fast-track programs. Either way I move ahead with life.

She does nothing but hold me back. Refuses to work more than part time because it might mean losing one of her clients. Is "satisfied" with an inner-city apartment in a dangerous area. Doesn't understand that you need to pay down your credit card bills, not just pay $70/month and spend the residual $50 you get back after interest. She eats nothing but frozen pizza and spaghetti, unless I cook. And, even then, everything I cook gets a healthy coating of hot sauce or ketchup. Taste the ingredients!

I usually give up and eat garbage, and it's really hard to motivate myself to be better with a person so depressed around. We took her to the doctor for the first time in her life much earlier in 2016, and she immediately was prescribed heavy duty psych meds. She's tapered back from heavy-hitting drugs into lighter ones, like prozac, and I'm not discriminating against that. They make her sane, and things are better. An unfortunately killed sex-drive, though, but I'd rather have sanity for her over sex.

We work together on so many things, and I'm willing to do anything in the world for my fiancee. That is, except spend the rest of my life together with her. She wants kids, but knows I had a vasectomy. I had it because I could pass on a genetic condition, and was always willing to adopt, but much later in life than she wants (she wants them now, despite only paying 1/4 of the rent and me picking up 100% of the rest of the bills).

A few weeks ago, a coworker confessed that she was having husband issues. She had separated from him once before, over the summer, but had gotten back together. To her relief, her husband asked for a permanent separation right before Christmas. We were becoming good friends before that, and even did a campout where it was just the two of us. No sexytimes happened - it was more of a mental healing getaway, for both of us. Really fun, and a good night's rest. She has two younger kids (around 4), but that's fine. I'm not afraid of them, even though it's a huge change.

Last weekend, we got a hotel room together.

If I had the money, I'd leave right now. But as it is, I sit here picking up extra shifts to save emergency moving money up, and hoping the GF doesn't notice any weird texts. Whatever punishment I get from her when she discovers, I'll take. I have an RV-style vehicle to live in, say in a gym parking lot, if worst comes to worst.

The confession is, though, that I feel no guilt about what I've done, and what I will do. Life needs to move on, and we're not a good match. I feel more guilt about not feeling guilt, and don't know if that's the right thing.

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My nephews are absolute little loving psychos and I never want to full force backhand a child more in my life than I do when I spend time with them.

Me and the rest of my family live on opposite sides of the country so unfortunately I only get to see them on average once a year, but each time I do they've gotten progressively worse, culminating in this last Christmas where they both just ran riot the whole weekend being entitled little shits throwing tantrums whenever they didnt have their way (The younger one would be alright if he was an only child but his brother leads him on). None of this is helped by the fact by even though I know my brother loves them, he's for lack of a better term a deadbeat

I have that bit of uncle authority I use as best as I can and took them out for a couple of fun trips which everyone enjoys but invariably near the end the enjoyability would come to a screeching halt when we have to go home, or can't get lollies before dinner or something and everything loving falls to bits. The highlight of my time there being, after an afternoon at the beach, the oldest (9 btw) climbing on the roof and threatening to jump off and kill himself. Fortunately he decided me confiscating his toys was a fate worse than death and came down, but then just went into his room, wrote a suicide note calling us all bitches then sat in the closet for the rest of the night 'pretending he was dead', telling us to gently caress off whenever we tried taking to him. The catalyst for this? My brother saying he couldn't have a yoghurt unless he ate it with a spoon

Anyway I told their mum about this after went back to her, what they're actually like and how they act and told her that at least the oldest needs mental help stat, cause that shits hosed. She said she couldn't believe it because apparently they're completely fine when they're with her etc etc but whatever, I've never seen them while they're with her so I honestly don't know. I didn't tell my brother cause his reaction would've just been to get angry which wouldn't help anyone

I guess my confession is that no doubt now my ex sister in law will use this as justification to stop letting them visit their dad, and it's going to come to him out of the blue. She hates our side of the family anyway so she's probably at least partially thrilled she's now got a concrete reason and this is arguably a good thing from what I've seen of his parenting ability, but I'm worried that she'll just blame my brother and think things can be fixed by them just not visiting him anymore when infact they probably need to see a psychiatrist at the least. And also there's a vestigial remnant of 'family loyalty' making me feel almost-bad for going behind my brothers back but gently caress it something had to be said

Unfortunately I know the only way to be sure is to keep on top of her and make sure somethings happening even though it'll be a battle, but guess I'd rather not see my nephews killed by either themselves, cops or in prison.

loquacius posted:

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I'm 35 and a virgin and don't know what I'm doing wrong.

Everyone tells me that I just need to go out and meet people and have a good time and I'll find someone, but I don't like going out and meeting people. I get terrified and have to leave, or make up excuses to myself about why I can't go. If I do go party, I just hang out in a quiet corner and try not to be noticed until I can slip out without anyone noticing me. I'm only comfortable at home or in situations where I know what will happen and how everyone else will react to me.

I know it's some form of anxiety disorder, and I've talked to a therapist about it. The thing is I am poor and the only way I got to see her was that I nearly committed suicide out of loneliness, and that let me get some free help. But my psychiatrist wouldn't prescribe anything stronger than lexapro, and the therapist thought mindfulness and meditation and CBT were the perfect solution, and I'm all like motherfuckers just give me some loving Ativan so I can pop a goddamned pill and not be scared anymore. I know that my therapist was wrong for me, she kept hounding me on getting a different job so I would feel better about my life so I started to lie to her to get her off my back and if you feel compelled to lie to your therapist you're never going to get better. But she was the only therapist the free help program offered and I didn't have a choice.

Anyways, I've managed to make a convincing lie to everyone close to me about how I'm a total sex-haver so I wouldn't be ashamed of being a middle-aged virgin, so I can't spill my guts to anyone I know without fatally embarrassing myself. And all I want is some girl to touch my dick, preferably a nerdy shut-in like myself who's not a total hambeast. I just don't know where to go or how to find that type of girl or how to talk to her like a human being. I tried internet dating and all I could find were chatbots and girls scamming you into watching their camshows, so I'd like to do this IRL.

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Hi, reindeer goon here again. I want to address a few things that came up and give an update with some good news.

1) Religion is not a bad thing. Has it made my girlfriend and I slightly sheltered? Yeah, I won't deny that. But it gives a strong sense of community, especially since we live in a really small town.

2) Yeah I'm really young but being a reindeer just felt RIGHT. I can't describe it in any other way.

Okay so for the update.

I spent a few days around the house in the suit and it all just continued to feel right. I started checking online for a support community or even just people talking about when they realized they were animal kin, and it opened my eyes a lot. I am not a furry in the traditional sense, my soul has some animal characteristics. It explained a lot about how I felt sometimes growing up - awkward, I was nervous around people I didn't know, and I was happier having fun than being stuck in school. I spent a lot of time watching, reading, and studying. I also found a bunch of tutorials online on how to connect to your spirit animal on a budget through makeup, clothes, etc. So I did that and felt like I was honest with myself for the first time ever. I am a reindeer in spirit.

I told my girlfriend and explained it exactly as I did in these confessions. I loved her and could see a life with her, but only if she accepted and nurtured my inner animal, my true nature. She did not agree to this and in fact, called me some pretty hateful and ignorant things, including thinking I was gay or a crossdresser or mentally sick, which couldn't be further from the truth.

I'm working to try and repair that relationship but we haven't talked since I came out. My family reacted pretty similarly, including signing me up for several classes at church. Which I'm actually welcoming since it'll let me prove to them how sincere I am.

I head back to college today and am looking forward to being in a slightly more open minded environment. Looking forward to telling my roommates about everything and SLOWLY transitioning to full deer 24/7. I understand this might be shocking to other people so I'm not just going to show up to class in my full outfit for at least a few weeks.

reindeer goon posted:

Religion is not a bad thing. I'm totally not mentally ill.

"I am a reindeer in spirit."
"Looking forward to ... transitioning to full deer 24/7."

loquacius posted:

yeah uh

Honestly I don't think "has the soul of a reindeer" is actually the occam's-razor explanation for having poor social skills and liking to have fun more than school, but

good luck on your journey I guess

VanSandman posted:

The original reindeer one may have been real, but this feels more and more fake.

Police Automaton posted:

as a hypno sex wizard I can confirm that the reindeer story is 120% true

loquacius posted:

If you're this anxious about talking to people, I'm guessing your performance won't be that great if you manage to get laid without fixing it, and that will just make you feel worse.

loquacius posted:

thanks a lot, now someone is jerking off to this

Jose posted:

hire a hooker. you'll get your dick touched by a professional who doesn't care if you're bad

Mr. F! posted:

I've had sex before and I. . . Well I guess I just wanted to tell everyone