How are you fucked up?

In My Humble Opinion
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This is me! Oh my gosh!

I don’t dislike the phone, in fact if someone calls me up I love yakking with them. But calling someone else, even about a trivial matter, is like Chinese Water Torture. I hate it. And I’m really bad about mailing off bills and such.

I once never sent a bill to a client who bought rights to one of my photographs, because it would have required me changing the ink cartridges in my printer (and I am really bad with changing ink cartridges—I usually end up breaking the printer somehow) in order to print out the invoice. So the client essentially got to use the photo for free. I am not like this all the time (sometimes I am more on-the-ball) but I guess I was going through a depressed patch or something at that time. Very irritating.

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I used to have this problem too. Have you read the book instant analysis? It is a psychologists attempt to describe the more common motives behind the 100 most common activities people do which are somewhat weird. He says the reason people do what you’re doing is because they have major problems in their life and by not solving their minor problems their minds are not able to focus on the major problems since they are preoccupied with minor things like that. That is one reason at least.

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Well some of my main problems is that I’ve been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, finished a Bachelor degree in 2000, but have since been basically unemployed, never been on a date or kissed (I could go on for ages about that…), am inconinent, am afraid to have “fun” in public (since I mightn’t receive approval for it, or be rejected instead), etc.

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I forgot to mention that I spend at least 10-12 hours a day using my computer in unproductive ways, 7 days a week… (some of that involves watching TV/movies on the screen)

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I get freaked out if my daily routine is upset without me planning on it. If something doesn’t go as planned, I get really upset. I’m also rather self-absorbed, but manage to hide it by pretending to care about things I know I should care about (politics, for one).

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This is an incredibly cathartic thread. Apparently I share alot of quirks and flaws that I was previously convinced belonged only to me.

I often worry that I’m not really a good person. I worry that I’m too selfish, too hateful, etc.

I don’t like being around large groups of people, -especially- if I’m by myself, I attribute this to the fact that I’m overweight and I am CERTAIN that everyone cares so little about their own goings-on that they all stop to take notice of and comment my large ass. :rolleyes:

I am the QUEEN of putting off minor issues until they become ginormous issues that I can no longer just “take care of”. This includes bills, legal paperwork, phone calls to family, hospital visits, doctors appointments, cleaning my apartment/car/desk, and managing my weight.

I conveniently forgot (read: neglected to make a priority and thusly forgot) to file my son’s homeschool affidavit about 5 years ago (When he was 5) and since it was supposed to be filed by the time he turned 8, I just live in constant fear that eventually they will find and imprison me for my neglectfulness. I dunno how realistic this fear is since we have records of purchasing school curriculum, but it’s gotten to where I have no idea how to fix it and now it just gnaws at me on an almost daily basis.

I have had my electricity cut off more times than I’d like to mention, though I seem to have my financial decisions in check now.

I need to file two years worth of taxes. I don’t even owe anything (I’m pretty sure), but I just didn’t file. Wtf is WRONG with me? Of course now I don’t know how to file, because April 15th has come and gone TWICE. Gah.

I hate making important phone calls. Anything where I’m talking to someone who’s being paid to take my call makes me physically ill. I’m so freaked out about it that I’ll worry myself out of calling whenever possible.

And as I’m reading over this list, I think the worst part about my behavioral issues is that they are all relatively small things that have somehow swallowed me whole until I’m literally not able to relax anymore. Gah. I’m done now. :frowning:

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I’m not alone. *We’re * not alone.

Thank you, Idle Thoughts, for starting this thread and everybody else for typing up.

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I think this thread is making me review myself as I go through my day. I remembered another fun thing I do that I can share.

I’m “OCD” (pardon the term) about my alarm clock. I will set the time, and then hit the wake button and say aloud “it is now 11:32pm, waking up at 7:15am.” Slide the switch into place so the alarm is set. Then I will stand there and push the wake button repeatedly to make sure the time is set just right. I can stand there and do it 7 times and still not be positive that the am and pm are right (like in case I set the alarm to wake up at 7:15PM). I can walk away for a while, come back, and check it 7 times over again. Then before I fall asleep, even if I’ve already turned off the lights, I’ll get up out of bed and go to the alarm and make sure the light is on meaning the alarm is set.

When I got nutty about my alarm, I don’t know.

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I have a few sociopathic tendencies. I feel little to no sympathy or remourse for most people. I care about issues, but often couldn’t care less bout entire populations. Matter of fact, sometimes I even take pleasure in witnessing other people’s misfortune, depending on the circumstances. This pretty much goes back to my elementery school days where I had a very difficult time making friends. Everyone let me know they disliked me every chance they got throughout the most influental years of my life. This taught me a few things: 1) Everyone is capable of being an asshole, and 2) Parents can be just as cruel as their children by not doing a fucking thing to stop from from harrassing other children. I’m still holding grudges against people from the third grade, and have a lot of anger deep down inside of me. The fucking teachers from 4th grade even suggested holding me back a year because the other kids didn’t get along with me.

I’m employee of the month at a store that hasn’t presented a person with this award in at least a year…and yet I really don’t think watching the all of the customers keel over would have much effect on me. I act nice and outgoing to customers, but mostly to humor myself. The irony kills me.

With having said this, I’m very faithfull and caring to the friends I have, and I do try and help people in need.

I have a very sick and twisted sense of humor, but most of the time it’s misunderstood. If I laugh at something terrible, it’s as though people simply refuse to believe I’m laughing at the terrible thing, and their attention drifts to something else and claim it as the source of my laughter. That’s pretty funny in itself.

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Man, you are fucked up. :dubious:

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Got one…

A few years ago, about a week before 9/11, they had some live helicopter coverage on CNN. Apparently, in some suburb in Southern California, a couple of Sheriff’s deputies went to a guy’s house to serve a warrent (I think that was it. And I think it was to search for illegal weapons, or something.). The guy shot at the deputies, killing one ( :mad: ), and then barracaded himself in his house.

A little while later, they fired some tear gas in through a window to drive the guy out…which ignited the guy’s curtains. Soon the whole house was on fire, the guy still hadn’t come out, they couldn’t let firefighters in safely, and they were showing the whole thing live.

I had popcorn while I watched it on TV. It was like a yule log—except that one usually doesn’t laugh and yell “hot enough for ya, asshole?” at a fireplace.

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I’m pee shy. I can go if there’s a stall, but I can’t use a urinal. I also can’t pee on an airplne. I’m scared of being on a plane and not being able to pee, so I always take a catheter with me. I won’t take a flight longer than 6 hours, because catheterizing twice would be really irritating. I’m scared shitless of being put in jail (a very rational fear when you live in Texas) and having to take a piss in an open room with all those crappy people around.

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I was avoiding this thread because I was positive I’d be the most fucked up of all of you. But now, seeing how fucked up everyone else is … :wink:

Where do I begin?
Well, for starters, I have very little body hair thanks to a disease called alopecia universalis. I have no hair on my head, no eyebrows, no eyelashes … you get the idea. Still have to shave my damn underarms, though. I used to be really depressed about this, but have in the past year or so pretty much come to terms with my disease. I still go back and forth between feelings of being ugly/not good enough for my husband and being the vain person I grew up being.

I have hypothyroid disorder, of the Hashimoto’s Disease variety. This means that my thyroid is basically not like the rest of my body so my body wants to kill it. So I’ll be on medication for the rest of my life for that. As a result of this disease, I’m cold all the time, gain weight easily, and I’m always tired.

I dread social situations, but once I get there, I have to be the center of attention. I can be very loud, obnoxious, and vulgar. Like some of you, I hate using the phone. I really have to build myself up to make a phone call. I rarely answer the phone at home.

I go through lazy stages. I won’t say I’m entirely lazy. Sure, I can go for two or three weeks without wanting to lift a finger, but then for the next two weeks I’m a mad woman, running around cleaning and cooking and working! Then I just sit down at the computer for the cycle to begin again.

I hate to have my schedule interrupted. If I have a day planned out in my head and things don’t go as planned, I get upset. And you don’t want me to get upset because I have a terrible temper.

Huh. Well, that’s a whole lot of fuckedupness, isn’t it?

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…oh, sigh…I just found the world wide repository of Shaggy Dog stories and I am happier than a pig in shit.

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i had back surgery when i was 24. i had a really bad ruptured disc, due to the fact that i’m missing a vertebrae. so all the spaces between are stretched and kind of wedge-shaped. four years after surgery i’m finally feeling more or less normal.

i think i may have some sort of ocd or something. nothing bad, but i obsess over things that seem really wierd to me after the fact. like i’m anxiously awaiting my bonus check at work so i can throw out all my socks and underwear and then buy all of the same brand/color/whatever. it really bothers me to open up that drawer and see white socks with gray toes, white socks with gold toes, and solid white socks. it seemed perfectly sane to me until i thought about it this morning. maybe part of it is being an architect. we obsess over every detail. it’s hard for me to buy anything. i have to critique the design, function, and i have to do exhaustive research… and that’s on just about every purchase. cuts out impulse buying, though.

i don’t like anyone other than my girlfriend to touch me. this girl at work is a real close-talker, and she’s always rubbing up against me. creeps me the fuck out.

i’m destructively lazy as well. and i feel guilty about it. i think maybe i feel i’m more lazy than i actually am. i have a hard time asking for raises or anyhting at work because i feel like i’m totally replaceable and i have nothing original to offer. but other people at work can’t be doing much more than me. i’ve never been fired our even reprimanded at work, but i always feel like i’m on the cusp of being fired. and i’ve had jobs since i was 12 or something.

i bite the hell out of my nails.

i’m just now overcoming a severe case of chronic music snobbery.

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  1. I’m fat. Morbidly Obese. Always have been.

  2. I’m handicapped, due to trauma. Was wheelchair bound for a while. Now walk with a severe limp.

  3. I’m chronically ill. I’ve spent the last 5 year with constant Chronic Hives. No identified Cause so there is no cure. I take 11 prescriptions a day so that my airway doesn’t close.

  4. I’m heavily sedated most of the time. (See #3 above.) Because of this, I can no longer drive myself to work or do most of the fun things I used to do.

  5. I have no walls. No inhibitions. No sense of couth. I will talk to anyone about anything at anytime. I don’t care about anyone’s opinion of me.

  6. I’m terrified of hurting someone’s feelings. I want to help people and make them happy. I tend to lie to my doctors so I don’t hurt their feelings. They work so hard to keep me alive; I hate to disappoint them. “Did the last prescription help?” Ummmm yeah Sure. It’s just a flesh wound. (I also realize I’m an idiot for doing this.)

  7. I don’t worry and I don’t feel sorry for myself. I’m happy with my life. I live everyday knowing that I might not make it to tomorrow. And I’m OK with it. Drives people nuts, especially my mom.

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I have failings, but I prefer to concentrate on my strong points.

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I love drawing and creating in general, but I hate showing people my work. I’m way too secretive about it so I guess it’ll just be a quiet hobby of mine.

I also have a weird thing with cussing. As a child, cussing was of course something you just didn’t do. But when middle school came along, all the cool kids started doing it, because, well I dunno, I guess because we wanted to be more adult or something. But not me, I refused to do it. And still today, I hate swearing. I’m not religious, nor am I morally against it or anything. I don’ t have a problem with other people doing it (well, in moderation at least, I hate it when people swear too much in casual language, but that’s just an intellectual thing). I just can’t bring myself to do it. Not that this is all that bad per se, but any time I do say something mildly inapporpriate, everyone I know will react in shock, and it just makes it worse.

I also share a lot of the social-awkwardness people already mentioned so there’s no need to repeat that.