Unless I am actually a psychopath.
Yeah, you missed reading the OP.
And you missed reading the beginning of my post. I could repeat things I had personally experienced but it’s sometimes painful to dredge up memories of deaths, betrayals, family drama and other nasty stuff. And also, I think, kind of boring and depressing. Some people on this forum have a talent for turning stuff like that into entertainment - I’m not one of them.
As other, more perceptive, readers have pointed out, I was pitting the ridiculously rude, entitled and assholish customers in the line in front of me, which is the most pittable behaviour I have ever personally witnessed. Seriously, if anyone deserves to be pit-roasted, this pair did, for not showing the least bit of shame or sympathy for someone who was just trying to do her job. I believe this meets the criteria of the OP and the OP has subsequently agreed.
If you would like to start a thread entitled “What’s the WORST event of your life? Please, only events that were personally traumatic for you.” please link to it here and I’ll be happy to contribute.
This is not only a wildly overly simplistic description of 9/11, it shows an almost unbelievably poor understanding of international relations. Not to mention a total failure to grasp the complexity of Americans’ reactions to 9/11. It has so much fail in such a short paragraph that I am downright impressed.
Good one, Lobsang.
Totally unrelated to the above, I’ve spent a lot of time in Europe and could write a Pit thread about how Europeans a. don’t actually know very much about the US and b.* think* that they do. I mean, in general, I won’t be offended if you don’t know anything about the US. I don’t take it personally or anything. But then they go on talk with some feeling of great authority, except…it’s obvious that they actually don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about.
It’s okay, Europeans! Just admit that you’re getting all of your information on American culture from Friends reruns! We won’t be offended.
You, a (probable) citizen of the US is suggesting that We europeans don’t know much about the USA??
Isn’t that a bit like a mass murderer suggesting that stepping on bugs is a nasty thing to do?
And re the sentiment about the USA. I am only conveying the impression the rest of the world got from what they were able to see regarding the USA’s reaction. I am not for one moment suggesting that was their actual reaction. Only that it seemed that way from what we saw.
I’d say it’s a fairly accurate representation of a lot of American attitudes to 911. Of course, I’m from Ohio, so what do I know?
About your adoption you mean? Bummer. :mad: I am grateful that the relationship between myself and my birth mother is as good as it is, and my adoptive mother is cool with same (tho they both seem reluctant to meet each other).
Don’t be so hard on yourself girl (and yes as I’ve disclosed before I’ve been there and done all that myself).
My father deserves a pitting for the way he treated his while family, but one of the worst nights of my life was when when my mom came home from the hospital after a serious heart attack. My sister and I had, over some objections from him, brought in a contractor to make their bathroom handicapped accessible – with handles and stuff to assist her. They had just finished earlier in the day, and the spackle hadn’t dried yet.
Mom got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, briefly lost her balance, grabbed the wall and put a couple of fingerprints into the spackle. I woke up to the sound of screaming. My dad was screaming at her for being such a clumsy idiot and ruining the work done that day. My mom was shaking and crying and dad was ranting in a way that would do Hitler proud. Five minutes later he was asleep and snoring peacefully, and the rest of us (Mom, sis, and I) were shaking and in tears.
The next day we took Mom out of that house and moved her in with my sister so she could recover in a sane environment.
My first few years in college were pretty rough. Right after high school, I was struck by a car (I was a pedestrian). Recovery took a while but I was determined to go to college. I was dealing with large, very noticeable facial scars, massive speech and short term memory problems, and going to therapy on a regular basis. Self esteem was non existent.
I didn’t make many friends the first two years as I was very reluctant to speak to anyone. I really did sound like crap! My second year, I noticed the MOST BEAUTIFUL girl who had an earlier class in the same room as I did. As she would leave class, we would frequently make eye contact and smile. I could tell that she wanted to meet since we both strove to make eye contact each day.
One day she walks right up to me, stops about 6 inches away and turns to the left pretending to look for someone. Of course she wanted me to say something. I just stood there. Did nothing. The next day was the last class of the semester and I never saw her again.
Pittable = me. For not just saying ‘Hi’. I wish I could’ve…
Thanks kind sir. It helps to know one isn’t alone.