That IS sad! :eek:
Well, most people with fetishes aren’t rapists/monsters…they’re pretty much like you or me. It just seemed like you were saying you either thought that a creepy rapist type should stop preying on mentally handicapped people and instead date your friend, Missy (which seemed pretty skeevey), or that guys who have a fetish for women in wheelchairs are inherently creepy.
One of my cats went missing a week ago. I’ve given her up for dead. 
I hope not, Rasa. They surprise you sometimes.
Tried a shock collar? FWIW, I have seen some pretty miraculous results, including my own dog.
Had my first session of Grand Jury duty yesterday. Geez, but the world is full of worthless, stupid, scummy people.
Being alive.
I pit that even though I know amorous relationships aren’t worth the effort, I still want one with every fiber of my fucking being and can’t stop doing so and can’t stop thinking about it, yet cannot manage to achieve one.
I pit that I’m a fucking mutant who cannot relate to normal humans and what that does to my chances of changing the situation in the first paragraph.
I pit that I recently turned thirty, have gifts that people would kill to have, and have done nothing with them or the rest of my life. I have waking nightmares of my ten-year-old self and my fifteen-year-old self and even my twenty-year-old self looking at me accusingly and asking how the hell I could allow them to turn into me.
I pit that I feel old, alone, ugly and stupid.
Above all, I pit that any of the preceding petty bullshit even gets to me in the first place in a world where there is actual evil and actual pain and actual suffering, all exemplified in this thread.
Wow…heartbreakingly beautifully written!
When I skinned my puppy, and then sewed it back on, he wouldn’t “fetch”. Stupid dog.
We have. No luck so far – he just ignores the shock and chases the cat anyway. We may not have the collar on tight enough to make good contact, though – I’ll try tightening it a bit and see if that helps.
Thanks for the tip – I’d love to find a way to make things work out with him.
Please don’t give up yet. My friends’ cat wandered off one day and they were heartbroken over it.
She turned up several months later, very much alive. You just never know.
I can feel him pulling away.
I guess it was bound to happen, but…damn it.
My new job makes me feel sad. Its not just that its less money. Its not that I got ‘guilted’ into it because unemployment was running out and its two levels below where I was before. Its that it is so very far away that I can barely get my kids to school & make it there 2 minutes before start time to begin with.
They made a big ‘lip service’ about their employees being their most important asset, but asking for a 1/2 hour shift in start vs finish time or dropping lunch to 1/2 hour so I can compete on a level basis with everyone else? Oops…sorry. I guess that like making me memorize the Politically Correct policy on anti-discrimination while my new asshole supervisor makes SouthPark ‘Timmy’ and downs syndrome impressions behind me. And all those black ‘ghetto’ jokes he makes with the two women of color in my group (who laugh and put up with it). And diaper jokes about the elderly (which are always formed as a question so his yes-woman sidekick can reply ‘Depends!’). What a fucking scream. :rolleyes:
Yes, I took this job on the spec that you really meant those things in the manual…not that a whiny little shit like you would twist them into a cheap ‘Rocky Allen’ bigot joke-fest with you throwing an inflatable beachball around the pod at people’s heads who don’t happen to be looking for ‘fun’. Or giving intentionally wrong directions on how to get here. What a Scream.
I had actually decided to stop interviewing for places that payed more money and were closer to my home before you started wiping your oh-so-funny ass with company policy, jack-off. Now it looks like I’ll be taking some sick days, looking elsewhere & screwing you over to see how you like it.
PS- I really liked how you threatened to kick my ass today for not locking my PC. Since you’re a foot shorter and 70lbs lighter…go ahead. Take that first swing. My kids could use free tuition to Harvard.
But only one. After that, I swing back. And you might miss solid food.
One of my aunt’s dogs was trained with a shock collar (NOT by her and my uncle-she was a rescue dog, and her owners before were fairly abusive). I don’t think she’s ever recovered-she’s still pretty skittish. Not ALL dogs have “miraculous results.”
I pit that my maternal grandfather died when I was seven, after a long debilitating illness. That my sister never got to know him (she was born on his birthday, and he only saw her as a baby). And that my paternal grandfather, who’s still around, is a selfish prick who doesn’t care about anyone other than himself.
I quit working for you 3 years ago. Your gold-digging girlfriend convinced you she could do everything I was doing. So why am I still getting phone calls asking for help? Why haven’t you changed your phone message that has me as an emergency contact? Why are people not getting the sevices I gave?
18 months without one day off was enough for me.
Take my phone number off of your machine, you fucking asshole.
I pit the people a few blocks away that cut down a perfectly healthy-looking 100+ year old tree in their front yard. Sure, maybe the root growth was damaging the house foundation, or some other logical reason for destroying it, but I saw little birds on the telephone wire looking around wildly, as if to say, “Wait. My house/family was right here this morning!”
If I started pitting the things that made me sad I’d be here for the rest of the year.
hugs to the SDMB non-assholes 
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I was going to come in here to complain about the lack of selection in my local 7-11’s onigiri selection as opposed to the other 7-11’s I’ve seen, but I’m going to go stand in a corner instead.