In truth, I kind of think that if posters here had had a quasi-normal social life as teenagers (including gross instances like this one) they would actually be more sympathetic. I think the lack of sympathy is a symptom of not having had the experiences. And possibly being jealous.
And I think you’re over-identifying with our melodramatic young friend.
(remembering 1969) Nope. You got THAT wrong. :rolleyes:
Ha Ha. No.
Are you a girl? It’s a fact of life beginning at whatever age breasts start to show up, (12 for me) to get ogled and propositioned pretty much everywhere and at any time, by men of all ages. A “normal” girl/woman learns to brush it off and move along with her day. The subject of *this *instance is not a gross one - it’s a “whatever, get away from me,” one.
If he had groped her or followed her around all day or something, maybe that would be something to get worked up enough about to post a grievance on a message board looking for sympathy. Instead, it’s just a socially awkward girl who admits to getting squicked out at minor and stupid things, not getting the sympathy she expected on a board populated by much older people who have all been there, done that and don’t care.
Now, that’s funny.
Oy, I can’t believe I keep posting in this thread.
Okay, here’s my thoughts for what they’re worth.
I have no problem with you posting your personal problems on this board. Plenty of other people do that. But try to make it more of a conversation then just using this board as an online diary. Introduce yourself and explain what the context of your problem is. Don’t just jump in with a post like “I had another fight with my father.”
Keep in mind this is a faceless community. Nobody is going to know you’re a high school girl unless you tell us so. People will simply judge you by what you post. The good part is that nobody will condescend to you for being young. But the bad part is nobody will cut you any slack for being young. As you’ve seen, some people use the anonymity of the internet to be as offensive as possible. But learning to deal with offensive people is part of life.
Yeaaahhh. I’m 45. I get hit on on a regular basis. By guys with girlfriends, guys with wives, and single guys. And have been getting hit on since I was, oh, 15 or so, as I imagine most of the women on this board have been. One of the things you do when you’re a big girl is learn to tell the difference between standard getting hit on, and creepy getting hit on. This sounds like possibly mild creepy getting hit on, but really, not anything like the creepiest one the OP will encounter in her life.
Chris Rock: Nice to meet you. You want some dick?
I think that whatever hormone therapy you are using at this time needs a dosage adjustment. Talk to your health provider about either cutting the dosage in half or doubling it as the case may be.
“Yeah, but not YOUR dick.”
Any examples of the creepy kind?
Regards,
Shodan
The kind where he offers the same thing… to you!
When it’s a Dick in a Box, and there are no holes punched in the box.
Who starts with Step 2? That’s just crazy.
My teenage years, miserable as they were, do not inform my suspicion of new (?) posters who appear to be trolling the board.
Old people have never been particularly sympathetic to teenagers. It’s not that they didn’t have the same experiences, it’s that they’re old.
Well, perhaps I’m just crazy for thinking an offer of money is automatically creepy when someone is hitting on someone else.
Unless she was all* “Life sucks. I’m tired and I can’t even afford a latte.”* And he was like “Ehh, no bigs. I got it.” And she was like “Ewww…” And he was like “Whaaa..?” And she was like “I am totally going to choose a message board at random and tell them you’re creepin’ on me.” And everyone in the world said “What good would that do?”. But her social worker Mr. Nyx was like “Ooh! Ooh! I know just the place!”
(But just for the record, I DO think she should’ve been creeped out, and should’ve told the guy off… maybe instead of telling us.)
See, as you get older you’ll realize that whatever doesn’t kill you just postpones the inevitable.
What doesn’t kill me only leaves me a bitter cripple.
Good God, I’m glad to see others tear it apart. For the record, despite what Herr Proto-Nazi might’ve claimed, what does not kill you generally leaves you begging for the medics to make it all better.