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God. This thread. I know, I know, that's what everyone's said, but seriously, what the hell. What. The. Hell. I don't really have much to give to this thread aside from having one semi-stalker guy who wanted to be Cloud. He "liked" me after seeing me in the Kroger where he worked, and asked my aunt (who also worked there) for my phone number. Auntie asked me if she could give it, telling me that he liked the sort of things I did, anime, video games, etc. Of course, being a nerd in a smallish town where most people couldn't point to Japan on a map, much less know about at-the-time obscure cartoons from there, I didn't have that many cohorts, and was more than happy to make a new friend! That, of course, was mistake one. Mistake two was continuing to be nice to the guy. He would call relentlessly (as in, to the point that I didn't ever want to pick up the phone, because I knew it would be him), wanting to talk all the time, or come over to show me some game he'd gotten a translated version of, or, one memorable time, to watch Final Fantasy: Advent Children. I still don't know what was going on in that movie to this day. He tried to explain it, but it just didn't make any sense to me, and he got really flustered when I pointed out the plot holes. Even my mother, who advised me to tolerate the "friendship" since he wasn't a bad person, ruthlessly made fun of the film. If it were just that, and the little hints he'd drop about wanting me to go out with him on occasion, maybe it would have been fine. I'd dealt with that before, being female in a small, aggressively male-dominated community. But no, then came the gifts. First was him inviting me over to dinner. That's innocent enough, I guess. But what did he have to cook me? The finest cut of steak he could find. Again, that should sound innocent enough, but when you're a teen working minimum wage, that's a big loving deal. "Strife Steak" he called it, and I felt so guilty for eating his steak, not liking him back. After that he would burn me CDs, give me games, buy me cute little things from a little import shop in the big town an hour away. If I was actively dating him, sure, it wouldn't be creepy. But I wasn't. I told him that I wasn't interested in dating until after high school (which was the truth.)But it kept on, the calls, the gifts, all of that. He said he wanted me to be his "Aerith". It all finally culminated when he found out that I liked Gundam and bought me a model from one of the Zeta Gundam movies (I can't remember which one. 0089?). For the non intensely nerdy, those things can get incredibly expensive. They come in different "grades" ranging from Normal Grade, which you can get from 15-25 dollars, to Perfect Grade, which I've seen at a couple hundred dollars. The one he got me was Master Grade, which range from 30-50, depending on what model you want. That was it. I couldn't handle the pressure, the guilt of the unrequited affection. I just felt like such a bitch because I didn't feel the same way. Nowadays, I'm sure I'd have told him off way before this, but after that, I didn't talk to him, never returned calls, never talked online. I told him not to talk to me unless he could just be friends. He tried being my friend sometime later, but he just couldn't get it in his head that I didn't feel the same way he did. Bonus thing: He was jealous that I liked Char from the original Gundam show so much. He was jealous of a drat anime character. I was talking about how cool the character was one day, and the boy just busted out with "What, do you want Char to rape you or something?" Being like 15-16 at the time I just squealed, "Ew, no, what are you talking about?!" rather than realizing how hosed up what he had said was. Bonus bonus: The second time I let the guy in my life, he managed to hit me plumb in the eye when we were playing with some airsoft guns. Not on purpose, of course, he was really upset he had hurt me, and kept apologizing, but a part of me just didn't forgive him at the time. Bonus bonus bonus: The guy is doing much better these days, has a girlfriend, and realizes how creepy he was. I'm pretty sure he said something to the affect of sorry to me through my mom, but I can't remember that well. (oh, and yeah, this is what pretty much grew me out of my anime phase.) DicktheCat fucked around with this message at 03:16 on Feb 7, 2012 |
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Colon V posted:You'd almost think there's a reason you're supposed to wear goggles. I don't remember why I wasn't. We had some of the armor stuff, but not goggles. I think the guy may have forgotten them? It was so long ago, the memory gets hazy around the edges. But you're right, in the end, we shouldn't have been so careless.
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stablercake posted:I went to a certain big southern American art school. Just say it. It's SCAD. You went to SCAD, didn't you? (If you did, can you answer me this: is it true they no longer require a portfolio to get in these days?)
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stablercake posted:Yes. There's like no other Georgian art school anyway haha. Haha, back in the day, you HAD to have a portfolio to get into any of the drawing-heavy majors (Seq, Animation, Illustration and so on) and some of the non-drawing majors, too (like photography.) I room with a SCAD alumnus who graduated 2010. (Sequential major- got the weeb stomped out of him before I met him, though. Good thing, too, because he was really weebie.) He sure has some... Things... To say about that school. As for other art schools in GA, you could go to AI of Atlanta, or SCAD's Atlanta campus, but those are basically jokes. (I know because I'm graduating from AI this year.)
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The Banana Pee posted:I mean that in extreme cases of clinical bipolar disorder grandiose delusions can be triggered. This is in a very small amount of people with bipolar disorder, and only in cases where they truly need medication to function as a self-sufficient adult. I'm super glad someone pointed this stuff out. Especially the part about it being a very small number of bipolar folks. Peoples' understanding of mental illness always seems to exclude little things like severity and that there are often multiple types of the same disorder(bipolar disorder actually has 2 types itself), and never mind comorbidity. I actually don't like to admit to being bipolar irl unless I absolutely have to because of this. You'd be stunned as to how many people still think manic=super happy. Can't blame 'em, though. I'd probably think the same thing if I weren't effected by the disorder myself.
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I'm begging you: post the "Balls and a vagina behind them, why I never!" I just... I have to know. I need to know.
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Dec 7, 2012 03:11
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Thank you, thread, for not being dead. I was worried this one had gone away for good. Please, more stories of human terribleness, that I might bask myself in it's warming glow.
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bringmyfishback posted:It's not a bad movie! It weirded me out when I found out my dad liked it.  = Dad and  = me. "That movie is odd." "I've not watched it, is it good?" "It's good. Homoerotic though." "...Sooo, um... You liked it?" "Yeah, it's just really, really homoerotic, though. It's good though." "Oh..Okay."I learned that day that my dad is a much more open minded guy than I thought. So I guess that's good. Just... Odd to think about my military father watching a gay vampire movie.
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Jan 4, 2013 03:17
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JohnOfOrdo3 posted:The only thing different from an abusive relationship, was that there wasn't even a physical relationship at all. I don't know why anyone else hasn't jumped in and said this, but it doesn't have to be physical to be abuse or an abusive relationship. Trust me. Sometimes mental abuse can be far, far worse than physical. Not that I'm saying physical isn't terrible, nor am I saying it doesn't have a mental component or anything. I'm just saying that being broken down mentally and emotionally can leave scars so deep that you may not recover from them. Not every time but sometimes. I'd be delving into uncomfortable personal things to say more, so I'll just stop that poo poo right there. What I'm saying here is that your suffering was valid.
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Jan 26, 2013 00:03
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JohnOfOrdo3 posted:If you want to talk about it I'm a good listener. Although considering that offer was how I got into that stuff in the first place I should probably learn my lesson at some point. Still, thanks for the support. Haha, no it's okay. I appreciate the offer, though. We definitely don't want you to stop bitching!
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Jan 31, 2013 03:25
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I love how that girl literally knows nothing about Japan except yaoi, which constantly characterizes gay men as the "tough" one and the "womanly" one. Let's learn about a culture through their porn, everyone!
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Feb 12, 2013 03:09
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TEETH?! Fucker brought you teeth as a gift? I don't know where to go with that one. Were they human teeth? Animal? What does one say upon receiving such a gift? 
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Feb 22, 2013 03:06
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Seriously, JohnofOrdo3, just gently caress that whole situation. Just get rid of her phone number, email, aim, whatever you're talking to this girl on. Go hang out with someone else, someone cool. If you still need e-buddies, there's tons of goon irc rooms filled with non-delusional-non-scummy people. (I mean, I'm sure some goon rooms are full of scum, too, but you get the point.)
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uglynoodles posted:And I wish I could show you. Honestly, if you posted it, I don't think the people in this thread would goon rush her. At least I don't think.  Someone would, wouldn't they? There's always at least one rear end in a top hat who ruins it for the rest of us. Hey, you could anonymously post some of her art in the weird Deviant Art thread in PYF. Like, post it with a few other DA images so no one knows which one is hers. But that sounds like work, so I don't know. E:spelling
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Alright. John. First I wanna say- dude, glad you're outta that one. For serious. I am genuinely glad for you. But I have to ask this, and please don't think I'm just being an jerk here- Why didn't you just say "Look, I don't believe in your stupid bullshit. It's not real. Bye." ?? Maybe I'm an rear end in a top hat for thinking it's alright to say that to someone, but I'm okay with that. It's not like you'll deal with this girl in the future, and even if you were, gently caress it. She's the type of person I'd even tell off in real life, because what she brings to the table is the exact opposite of happiness. (I could just say "unhappiness", but where's the poetry in that?) Hell, I have told manipulative fuckheads to leave me be in real life, and things were better for it. (Umm... not that I'm getting onto you about the way you handled it or anything, JohnOfOrdo3, I'm was just wondering, and then I couldn't stop typing.) FakeEdit: Also would swear not to break Safari Rule if pictures of Denise's art were posted. Because, quite frankly, I don't care to have contact with her in any place outside of this thread.
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See, for me, it's just easier to say "Leave me the gently caress alone, I don't owe you poo poo, bye." And break it off. Done. No drama. No screaming, because blocking is a few clicks away. Irl, it's a bit different, because you don't want to burn bridges, etc. Sort of. It's actually easier for me to end things with a hard "NO." if they've been bad, even if I have to burn down some bridges. But that's me. HOWEVER, and this is a big HOWEVER: I understand what you're saying. I think I forgot that this has been a long relationship as well, and that's hard to deal with. Like I said, not meaning to be a big meany-head.
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Honestly, brofus, it might just be that I'm a whole lot meaner than most folks. Don't get me wrong, I don't like hurting people. Don't go out of my way to. Someone has to push me hard for me to turn on them, but once I get to that point, it's over. I'm done. Thanks for answering, though. I feel now, I must regale you with a tale of my own: His name was Bob Everyone in our college knew this Bob He was a big guy, shaped like a Hershey Kiss with legs. Literally. Like I said, everyone knew Bob, and had a Bob story. One day after class, a whole room of people just sat around sharing Bob stories, but this is irrelevant. See, Bob liked to lie, or at least, embellish the truth to make himself looks smarter. I think he might have had a complex or something because, honestly, he really wasn't that bright. One day, our group of friends were coming home from eating out, and Bob was with us. Myself and another female friend were in the lead, just chatting about different things, and the subject of gynecology came up (we were discussing different birth controls for mood stabilization, if you simply must know) and Bob spoke up: "Gynecologist? I've been to one of those!" Both of us stopped in the middle of the dorm hall, effectively stopping our party, and turned around. In unison, my girl friend and I replied, "No, Bob. No, you haven't." He got super flustered, turning red, "Yeah, I have. I been to one for my back!" "No, Bob, you haven't." I replied, trying to be gentle, because honestly, even if he lied sometimes, Bob wasn't a bad person, just... Different. I opened my mouth to continue to explain, but Bob stopped me. "I totally have! You guys never believe me! I'm not dumb!" I stared, and my buddy covered for me, lowering her voice, "No, a gynecologist is a lady doctor." He blinked, looking a bit like a dog does when you pretend to throw a stick instead of actually throwing it, "Wh-what does it matter if the doctor is a lady? I have lady doctors, and they're just fine." I tried not to laugh. In a way, what he said was really sweet, but he needed to be corrected before someone way crueler than we were got ahold of him. I cleared my throat, and lowered my own voice, "No, not a lady doctor, a lady doctor. A doctor for lady parts. You know... er..." Bob's eyes went round as understanding dawned on him, "Oh. Ooooooooh. I understand. I meant a... a..." "Orthopedic specialist?" one of the boys behind him supplied. "Yup, that." I just nodded and turned around, resuming our journey to our rooms. *** If you want to know why we were so reluctant to simply say "womb and vagina doctor", we were in the south, where you kind of get looked at funny if you say things like that in public. Yeah, yeah, I know, the south is backwards.
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VoodooSchmoodoo posted:Plus Lana isn't and never has been good at confrontations of any sort, no matter how diplomatically raised they are. This seems to be a theme with people who have good stories in this thread. Also, the guy I named "Bob" did the same thing as the girl in your story, trying to pass off other's experiences as his own. I have one particular memory of it, but it involves DnD and isn't really that exciting.
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Linear Ouroboros posted:Crazy furries. Oh god, Carpet Sample! Or, at least, that was the nickname I've heard this guy by. He's a creepy fucker, and I've told him point-blank the leave me alone at the nerd cons I've freelanced at. At least... I hope it's the same guy... There can't be two, can there?
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Haha, hooooly poo poo, Stryper. I have a friend that has a vintage pin with their logo on it from her dad. She keeps the pin out of nostalgia. Seriously, though, Christian concerts are the worst. There is a single Christian band that throws a good concert, and that's Five Iron Frenzy. They were one of my first good concert memories  In high school, I had a group of friends that were basically the what the fucks. We all had assigned Harry Potter characters that we "were". I got to be Sirius because I was the "troublemaker" in the group (ie: I wasn't super Christian and went to punk shows/had a good time). I also had black hair. I think they got into it more than I did, though. They called each other by their Potter names and stuff. I was just happy to have friends. I can't think of any crazy examples. It was just nerds holding too tight to their childhoods.
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uglynoodles posted:Paragon. I have the tattoo on my wrist. It reminds me I'm a Yo, bitches, I volunteer at animal and battered women's shelters all the time while smokin' a blunt and being as badass as I can. Renegade fo' life, muddafuckas! Seriouspost: I do the same thing, or something at least a little similar. Sometimes I'll pretend to be a character I really like, and think out how they'd approach things. Other times, if I need some confidence, I'll imagine a really cool character psyching me up. The only problem is that I tend to like over-the-top arrogant villains. Like super goofy stuff, cheesy stuff, (think Handsome Jack) so I can't always go with the "suggestion". I know none of those guys are real, and that I'm not anywhere near them personality-wise, but it can help a whole bunch when I have to face something all alone.
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It's called a sith.  Also, please keep posting these. There's been a dearth of crazy lately, and I'm having a hell of a fun time reading your posts.
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Dude, I just want to give you a big hug, atroquinine. Your story just sort of broke my heart, especially about Bunny getting abused. Like I've said before, I don't have much patience for crazy poo poo like you guys have been through (I love reading it, but were I in your shoes, I would have pulled an e/n and severed quick. Well, nowadays at least-I probably would have tolerated it when I was younger.) but I have a huge soft spot for folks who have been hurt/abused. Like Mind Loving Owl asked: Is Bunny okay? Hell, are you okay? And Mars?
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Voltin Bolt posted:
This is how it feels a lot when you take commissions. It gets real old real fast. I only take commissions every so often because of peoples' attitudes towards artists. Would they treat a doctor this way? No. Would they treat a plumber this way? No. So why do they have the loving gall to treat artists that way? God, I read your story put me in the foulest of humors at that girl. It's a good thing that you're a good poster that doesn't post anything identifiable, because otherwise, I'd end up officially Touching the Poop. Has there been a thread in C&C about bad commission stories? Because I've been off and on about making one, and I haven't seen one... (Bizarrely, you know who my best commissioners have been? Furries. loving furries. I don't do porn, so it's not really much beyond funny animal type stuff, but they're always really polite and appreciate the art I make for them. It's weird. The worst commissioners I've had have all been anime freaks from DA.)
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Dude. Duuuuuuude. Meds first, weed second. Get those priorities in check, man. Also, bitchface should seriously be banned from your house. Chat with DM about it. I'm pretty sure he'll understand. Good luck, kiddo. You probably ain't as terrible as you think you are, so get help. From a pro. You're worth it as a human being.
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moerketid posted:Yeah, you should pretty much always at least try to pair meds with therapy. If it's a long-standing mental illness, then meds can prove to be an effective maintainence where therapy isn't achieving a whole lot - in that case therapy can be considered less important. But a good psychiatrist is always going to try to pair the two. Ah... Sorry about that one. I forget that not everyone needs meds to function  Also wasn't aware weed had withdrawals. Soooooooo, don't listen to me, fella.
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Corridor posted:Oh hey I did this too. It took like halfway through high school, with a LOT of conscious effort, to stop doing it. I still move my lips sometimes if I'm not watching myself carefully. I also hold entire extended 'conversations' with people who actually exist but aren't currently present. I've probably appeared as the subject of some other form of this thread elsewhere on the internet. Haha, don't feel bad about it. Sometimes I "interview" people that I like or respect in my head, "talking" about what they do and stuff. I try to imagine what kind of person they are based on their output in society/interviews I've seen. One person I've always longed to interview for real is Miyamoto, of Nintendo fame. He just seems like a such happy, creative guy! I've asked my BF about doing things like that, and he does it too, so perhaps it's something that creatives just do. E:spelling
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Haymaker_Betty posted:creepdad Aw, man. There was nothing in that post that wasn't frightening. I'm glad you don't have contact with that man anymore!
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eschaton posted:Why not preemptively offer to introduce them to Denise online, before they're too far gone? "This could be you!" That's the meanest thing I think anyone has said in this thread.
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moerketid posted:I really did not want people to ask and that's why I've not elaborated on it, I was aware people may draw their own conclusions. I'm sorry if it came across like I was fishing for people to enquire. Don't worry about it. Like seriously, there's no pressure, and you don't have to talk about it. (I hope that doesn't come off as sarcastic, because that's not how I meant it.)
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How many times have we had to say this. Over and over. We do not need a menu. We need a stories.
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Ask owl-girl if she feels the wings on her back. Every single bird otherkin feels like they should have wings on their back. That is not where bird wings go.
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Gah! That thing about Disney stalkers is sooooooooo gross. Like greasy gross. Like greasy femneckbeard gross. Cinderella is hysterical, though.
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Keep goin', Queen, I'm really, really liking your stories.
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That was a hell of a ride. Seriously though, the whole thing they have with infantilizing women is really really insulting.
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Hey, Hibiscus, you did the best you could. Tried to be there for the guy and all that. You can't fix some people, though. Like others are saying, what you really need to do is learn how to set boundaries and say no to people. I really wish you well!
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Anoia posted:The point is, regardless of whether this guy was aware of what he was doing or not, the absolute worst thing you can do is contact him again. This. Anoia is smart, listen to Anoia. I understand your first instinct as an empathetic, caring human being is to help this person, but sometimes that is the worst thing you can do, for yourself and him. Do the e/n thing and loving sever. It sucks.
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So basically, brunettes should act like total gentlemen, eh?
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This is both fascinating and really, really stupid at the same time. But stupid in a way different way from things like headmates and such.
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That drat Satyr posted:Edit: Actually... I'd rather just not talk about this yet. :| Sorry. Hey, hey, don't fret about it. None of us want you to talk about something that makes you really upset. I'd never actually want someone to legit hurt for my fleeting amusement.
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