Yeah but…
Never mind. I’m sure somebody, somewhere, once heard cattails and thought of a cat’s tail.
As for hating sports, I thought that was a little weird coming from an accomplished juggler. I’d consider juggling sport, would you not? I know you meant mainstream, big time, media backed sports. Hate just seems so definitive.
oh, for god’s sake. opal, if your intent was truly to reach certain people to let them know you’re a changed person, you could’ve emailed them. or if you’ve truly changed and feel at peace with yourself, just knowing that should be enough. proving it to others shouldn’t matter anymore.
but it does matter to you still, which kind of points towards the fact that you haven’t changed as much as you seem to think. you say you’ve gotten past some of the mental and emotional issues you had in the past, and i’m glad for you (sincerely). i’d venture to say that you know this board well enough to know exactly what kind of reaction you would get after you posted this, and it’s exactly what you wanted.
This thread turned into the equivalent of being in a room with four concurrent conversations, one argument, and a drunk guy in the corner muttering to himself. With the TV on in the background tuned to ESPN.
I have childhood issues regarding sports. I was raised by a single mother who put sports above me as a child. I was made to crawl across the floor to get things on the other side of the room rather than walk between her and her precious game, made to wait hours before being allowed to ask a question, etc. So I have some other issues related to sports that affect my opinion of them on an emotional level.
I don’t know who doesn’t like me. I honestly have no idea. I haven’t kept track. I knew this thread had a chance to derail but I hoped it wouldn’t. I actually hoped it wouldn’t be a very active thread, more of a PSA that was read and then closed by most people.
Makes no difference to me. Not to threadshit, but as far as I can tell, she has never contributed to the SDMB in any kind of intellectual capacity. Hence I ignore her.
My God, this brings back memories. My parents were a similar kind of sadist. I was forced to crawl on the floor as a young child, sometimes almost completely naked, with only a humiliating strip of cloth to catch my own excrement. Months passed before I realized I could walk— something I taught myself, with no help from my mother or father. They were too busy talking to each other using really long words they knew I wouldn’t understand. All the times when I wasn’t the complete center of attention—sometimes for minutes on end— are still fresh in my mind. You don’t just heal from that kind of abuse.
They used to eat peanut brittle right in front of me— before I had teeth. Do you know what that does to a toddler who’s just coming to realize that the world revolves around him? And we didn’t have LiveJournal back then. If you had an existential crisis to journal about, you had to spell it out with ABC blocks for an audience of stuffed animals and Tonka trucks. Do you know how cold it feels to have an audience of teddy bears sitting there in silence, judging you with their dead eyes?
I don’t disagree with this at all. I don’t come here primarily for intellectual stuff, I come here to socialize and have fun. I don’t go into GQ* or GD very often, and if I do it’s mostly to read, not to post.
*unless I have a question, obviously
Against my better judgement, I’m going to post in this thread.
If you have to tell people you’ve changed, you probably haven’t.
I’d suggest you take the criticism you’ve received here, try to take it constructively, and do some serious self reflection. Or just ignore it all. Whatever.
