I had fun reading this thread, so let’s have another.
Stauderhorse, you fucking sad sack. You’ve been in this city for a year and a half and the only person you can call your friend is the one you’re currently dating. Stop making excuses for why you can’t meet people, and actually leave the house once in a while. Tvtropes will be there when you get back.
So you finally bought yourself a car, great. Yet you’re too phobic and anxiety-ridden to actually drive it, so you depend on your boyfriend to drive you everywhere? Nut up, seriously.
Dammit Tumbleddown, you told the folks in an Amazing Race thread that you’d be “right back” with a Rickshaw Assessment back in October and then didn’t appear on the site again until March. What a slackass you are!
You said you wanted to be a professional mentor. So what, the woman doesn’t believe in dinosaurs and thinks vaccines caused her kids’ autism and she has a trillion different mental and physical ailments? So what she’s four years older than you are and she’s already a grandmother with five kids. She says she wants to be an environmental scientist and you’re someone who can help her. So quit being so judgmental and help someone else for a change. You’re no dream boat yourself, you know.
Damnit guys, I know apologizing and just forgetting about it is the easiest way to settle small incompatibilities with the partner unit, and I know that refusing to do so will cause problems of at least the slightest variety, but god damnit, stick up for yourself!! For starters, there’s nothing wrong with playing WWF while she is fixing 5-minute eggs. You didn’t ignore her, you thanked her, and you successfully declared their deliciousness to high heavens. When she gets in a huff and says she’ll never cook breakfast for you again, which you know from experience is merely a childish huffy-fib, just ignore her! We are getting tired of motherfucking groveling. And while this incident alone might be no big deal, it is merely the tip of the iceberg on the overall pattern of jealousy and petty strife. We are sick of it. It’s time to man up son.
flatlined, you stupid fuckup. Stop smoking tobacco. Its going to kill you. Not to mention that every time you start smoking you have to suffer from the withdrawel when you quit. Just give it up already!
Oh, and stop getting huffy when Bill offers to pay my bills. We both know my financial situation, and he just wants to help me. Its not like he couldn’t pay for sex much cheaper if he found a hooker in Texas instead of flying out to sleep with me.
And get off your butt and make an appointment for dental work. I don’t care that it hurts, you need to get your teeth cleaned and you have good insurance.
Sitnam, there is certainly things you need to work on, you need more focus and should appreciate more of what you have. But your situation could be a lot worse and you are not a horrible person surrounded by horrible people.
However, you do need to work harder on your self obsessed pity party.
John John John you foolish romantic idiot. In retrospect it was obvious that this woman had, at best, mixed feelings for you, was resolute in maintaining a fair distance emotionally (for whatever reasons-and don’t go imagining your nightmare scenarios again), and in the end simply wasn’t ever looking for a relationship with you. Now you act surprised and hurt when she pulls the kind of shit she did this weekend, when it was clear since the beginning that she couldn’t be relied on in this way. Yeah yeah, you’ll now have to take that huge pile of gifts (both physical and non-) that you were accumulating for her and redistribute them somewhere else (tho at this point we both know that your heart truly lies with 3 beautiful young nieces up north who will need your guidance and wisdom), and that hurts, to be sure-as does her appalling unreflective dishonesty and discompassion, but you’ve weathered far worse you know. Sure it’s always a shock when people don’t live up to your lofty expectations, so here’s a free clue-don’t lay down any fucking expectations at all in the first place, mmkay? That way we don’t have to endure this silly song and dance routine again and again and again anymore, dammit.
Randomface, quit being a lazy ass and get to work. You spend far too much time browsing the web instead of working on your projects, even if you get them done on time.
Also, quit being a lazy ass and get back to training for the 5k this fall. You got three other people to agree to join you, don’t be the slowest of them all.
Furthermore, quit eating shitty prepackaged apple pies. They taste like chemicals, you always throw away the last third, they never taste like the tastes you are craving, and they are setting you up to crave more sweet and starchy bullshit that is stalling your weight loss. You lost 20 lb in less than two months then have stalled for over a month at that weight. Get back to work.
You Know you hate this job. You Know you’re better than this. Its time to stop punishing yourself for past career mistakes. Its time to start talking to people you know & stop clicking job boards like Internet Crack.
Besides, you know you can’t talk/write about it until you are out. And there’s a few Novels just waiting to be written about this place alone…
You should’ve made Slim do more work over Spring Break instead of hanging out at the park virtually every day for several hours. One handwriting page, one math page and one page of spelling words to write two times each per day was not enough. His handwriting is NOT going to get better unless you MAKE him work on it. You KNOW this. The OT at his school has yelled at you about this before.
I know you didn’t realize going into this whole thing that raising a special needs child (whom you didn’t even KNOW was a spedie until he was nearly 2) was going to be as hard as it is. You cannot slack on this though…if you want him to be ready for the TAAKS or the STAAR or what the fuckever they’re calling it now when he gets to third grade, you have to make him work harder on his language arts and his handwriting. No ifs, no butts, no coconuts. Especially if they end up DENYING your request to have him held back in 2nd grade when you go to this ARD meeting in a couple weeks.
Yeah, getting out in the sunshine and running around and climbing and getting sweaty and dirty was good for the physical therapy part of what you needed to work on. But really, you should’ve been making him work on handwriting and language arts for at least an hour a day and you just didn’t.
Summer’s not too far off…you need to get your rear in gear and get his shit prepared NOW for summer vacation because he’s going to have to work then, too.
Diosa, you’re a fucking idiot. You KNEW you had to go out of town for work and you KNEW that the schedule said your dad wouldn’t be home until Monday afternoon. Yet you left your fucking dogs at his house, thinking he’d be back Sunday evening.
Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal, but a storm was passing through California yesterday and it literally was 36 degrees. Naturally, my dad’s hide a key isn’t where he said it was, so the friend I sent over to let them inside couldn’t get into the house. She checked them over the fence and they seemed fine, but I’m worried about the little guys. Plus I feel terrible: I know how they are and I know they must be scared. These are not hearty, outdoor dogs-- these are the sleeps under an electric blanket at night kind of dogs.
I just feel awful because it’s my job to protect them and I fucked up. Rationally, I know that they are probably fine, but I don’t know what I’m going to do if either one of them got hurt or sick in some way. So, so stupid of me.
Dammit, Eve, *take more chances! *Look for a better apartment and a better job and get out and socialize more, like you did when you were a young whelp!
Worst that can happen is you wind up broke and living in a paper bag in the middle of the road with twelve other people.
Me: Your stupid little wry observations are not funny as you think they are.
Me: Aren’t you contradicting your own statement, given that you are me?
Me: No, and you just proved my point!