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What is this: >.<  ?

A really, really skinny guy's bunghole?

What does it mean?

Heh. I'mma put this back in the safe, it wasn't mean for this type of publicity, heh, you see, my ex got really mad once, and she put it on the interwebz, and we did uh...nvm. Just gonna take it and leave.....

I'll never be able use it again now that I relate it to a skinny guy's bunghole, but it's my "Ugh... dammit" face.  And my face does exactly that.  So on occasion, my face looks like a skinny guy's bunghole.

I really thought that one was in widespread use.

I read about this a bit ago, and yet have come up with words to describe how I feel about it.  When I do come up with something, I imagine it will be filled with obscene language and a lot of disjointed rambling due to rage.

Right now I still can't process it fully.  I'm stuck in the disbelief stage.

At least when someone brings up Akin now, I can point in the general direction of Arizona and scream "LOOK OVER THERE!"

Then I'll promptly hide behind a bush.

I was just hoping to find a little niche of society that could accept me, weird-ass psychological problems and all.

We accept anyone regardless of weird fucking baggage¹...As long as they're willing to work on that baggage, and not just fester in it.  I myself spend a lot of time examining my own weird-ass problems, but with the intent of reducing them.

I also spend a lot of time being wrong.  That's something else I like to work on.  In both cases, you stop making excuses, and work on the problem.  Once you see you have it, of course...But that's a whole other issue.




¹  Pope Lecherous and Babylon Horuv excepted, of course.  There are limits.

Well, that's nice to hear.  Festering in something is never fun and doesn't get you anywhere, so I try not to do it.

Plus, it just sounds gross.

If you don't care when someone close to you dies, you need therapy.

Yeah, I've been working on that for a while now.  Kind of hard when you're poor enough all you can afford are the therapists that just tell you you need jesus, and that's your problem. I'm working toward being able to afford better help at great cost to my family,  I was just hoping to find a little niche of society that could accept me, weird-ass psychological problems and all.

Figured I should explain that I know I need help, before I'm told by more people that I need help.

I'm supposing that was directed my way at least, as you stated there had been sociopathic behavior around here and I hadn't noticed anyone else saying anything about not being sad when people you're close to die.  I know you're not taking a shot at me or anything, just laying it out there.  I was asked an honest question and gave an honest answer.

AFAIK I wrote the OP before you made your comment about not being sad when people close to you die. You don't come across as a sociopath, either. So far, at least. But you are certainly affirming my snap judgement about being an attention-whore!

I get that way when feeling butthurt. They're temporary episodes and I can genereally admit it was stupid afterwards.

Not intuitively having the 'appropriate' reaction doesn't mean you don't actually care. It's OK not to cry or be outwardly emotional. If you lose someone and you know you're gonna miss them, well thats caring.

Yeah, that's about it.  "I miss this person, and probably always will.   Anyway, let's get back to shit."

And yeah, I was kind of attention whorey about it >.< I just always feel a need to explain it thoroughly for fear of sounding like a twat that hates people.

Back to relevant things. If the Green Day/Neil Armsrong thing weren't just a gag, I would have a good reason to be a twat that just hates people.

If you don't care when someone close to you dies, you need therapy.

Yeah, I've been working on that for a while now.  Kind of hard when you're poor enough all you can afford are the therapists that just tell you you need jesus, and that's your problem. I'm working toward being able to afford better help at great cost to my family,  I was just hoping to find a little niche of society that could accept me, weird-ass psychological problems and all.

Figured I should explain that I know I need help, before I'm told by more people that I need help.

I'm supposing that was directed my way at least, as you stated there had been sociopathic behavior around here and I hadn't noticed anyone else saying anything about not being sad when people you're close to die.  I know you're not taking a shot at me or anything, just laying it out there.  I was asked an honest question and gave an honest answer.

[I'm not usually a big fan of being upset when people die, whether it's someone I know personally or not]

I'm not usually a big fan of being upset when people die, whether it's someone I know personally or not.  Eighty two is pretty ripe, and that would generally lead me to feel less upset about it.  This one got me in the gut just a little, though.

That's a very odd thing to say. Have you lost anyone close to you? I don't think anyone is a "fan" of being upset, but would you say something like that if your kid died? Or when you lose a parent? I would think that if you were emotionally impacted by the death of an astronaut, you would probably be more impacted if someone you knew personally died. The only thing that makes that really makes that comment make sense is if it's still only theoretical to you.

I don't think it's a tragedy when an old person dies of natural causes, as that's what happens and hopefully old age means a full life well-lived. But upset is a normal reaction to death and loss, even when it's a normal death at the end of a long life.

Well, this is going to be fun.  Not that I blame you for asking, most people do when it comes to my reaction to the recently dead.

I suppose I shouldn't have said that I'm not a big fan of being upset when people die.  Of course no one likes being upset. I just really couldn't care less.

I'll start by answering the question of whether I've lost people I was close to.  Yes, several.  Including family members.  All four grandparents, one step grandfather (I guess you'd call him that, anyway.)  Aunts, uncles, cousins and friends.

This isn't just a recent development, in fact my family mostly thinks I'm freak for it.  They all still talk about when I lost my maternal granfather when I was five.  From what I'm told I witnessed his death, and merely remarked, "Old Papa's alllllllllll gone."  I then proceeded to happily play with my toys.

I honestly don't understand it myself.  Death makes me feel nothing, and it never has.  No frowns, no tears, no matter how much I loved a person.  When I was younger I used to try to force myself to cry during funerals just so I'd fit in. 

It's not that I don't care about people.  I cry frequently when bad things happen to people I love.  I threaten people who hurt my friends within an inch of their life, and have been known to make good on those threats.  I protect my son to the point that I'd just love to keep him in a bubble.  I bitch at my husband for doing dangerous man-things.  I donate to food pantries and have on occasion paid for a stranger's child's medicine.

But as far as the already deceased, I can't even force myself to give a single fuck.  I feel like a horrible person for it sometimes, and it makes me jealous that other people do feel something for it.  I keep on expecting it to bother me eventually, but it never does.

So if it was my child?  Maybe, but I really hope I don't have to find out.

My parents are a different story, but I wouldn't piss on them if they were on fire for other reasons.

As for Mr. Armstrong, it hit me in the gut for science past was all.

This thread is getting way off topic. >.<

I'm not usually a big fan of being upset when people die, whether it's someone I know personally or not.  Eighty two is pretty ripe, and that would generally lead me to feel less upset about it.  This one got me in the gut just a little, though.

In your two posts you answered every single question I had about this, and gave answers to questions that sprung from some of your explanations.  You also answered questions I had from things I'd read about on this topic by myself.

You rock like nothing else, and have my sincere thanks.

Okay Golden Applesauce, you have been immensely helpful.  For that, I thank you.  I think I understand this far more than I did before.  I believe I am at least ready to start asking questions, based on what you've given me and what I've read.

Now, am I correct in thinking storing this data in living, organic DNA would fuck a person up severely?  As they did this with synthetic DNA, I would think so.  Even though we're using a minimum of information repeated over and over, subtracting or adding to that would cause mutation and rejection by the body, right?

I'll just mail you a can of spotted dick and have it over with, then.

I already have one of those.

That doesn't surprise me at all.

The doctor said not to worry, though.  It'll fall off on its own, eventually.

Time to go strap-on shopping, eh?

In other news, apparently "Spotted Dick" has been changed to "Spotted Richard" so complete fucking idiots won't be offended.

I'll just mail you a can of spotted dick and have it over with, then.

I already have one of those.

That doesn't surprise me at all.

I'll just mail you a can of spotted dick and have it over with, then.

You guys are just something else, aren't you? 

In that case, I'll make him some cookies.  It's the least I can do to make up for my severe fucking of his language.

I'm actually quite fond of Roger, so far.  He doesn't take any shit, and I think I may well learn some things from him.

Don't tell him that!

Sorry, I "misspoke".  I didn't mean I could legitmately learn something from him, because then my body would shut that whole thing down and I wouldn't become impregnated with truth.

I'll just try making him a sandwich instead.