I demand that first you inject this thread with some inspiration in the form of "what the fuck do you expect us to say, illustrated in whole by an anecdote courtesy of personal experience".

Okay. Well, today I saw a spider at work and I screamed. But that's not the point. After I screamed, many people stared at me, which makes me highly uncomfortable. Depending on the environment, I normally strive to remain as a wallflower. Having screamed loudly and thrown a shirt over my head in the process (which ended up landing on someone's head), I kind of breached Wallflower Status. I was so embarrassed I felt as if I could have thrown up. I hate attention that is not planned (acting or giving a speech is planned).

For the past few weeks I've been seeing a psychologist for the sheer hell of it; I've always figured, hey, everyone could benefit from seeing one, so why not see one now, while it's cheap, and I'm still full of teenage angst and rage?

I thought I always had a pretty good handle on myself, but evidently, I could have dug a little deeper. I operate to ensure that people will love me, even if the situation will bring pain to myself - all just because I don't want to live as I had as a kid. If I don't know the people around me and how they react best and what they love most, I keep quiet until I get to a point where I can emmulate them. Because who would someone want to hang out with but someone who's like themself?

I'm an imitator. Not a poser, but merely someone who has too little of a spine to not care. I suppose that may be why when I'm around people I find as an equal to me, I must act odd enough to remain an 'individual,' so I may maintain some identity myself.

Meh. I hope this seems like an explanation. Dig into the psychology of yourself. Rahul, you seem like a sexually perverted, and Methusalen - you just seem to inhabit all sorts of rage for someone with a cute little Chocobo avvy(I'm making jokes here). Come, let us tell tales.

..... I guess I'm just looking for some amusement before I go to bed. zzz's are nice

You needed a psychologist to "dig a little deeper" to find out that shit?

Only Americans pay other people to psychobabble their own brains back to them, huh.

ouch. that hurts man. not cool.

but, the one thing i am honestly afraid of, is for someone to find out all the skeletons in my closet. I don't think i could cope with it.

That's a stage that almost everyone goes through at some point. I only got out of it a couple years ago, though I still find myself doing it from time to time.

In most cases, it's just emulating others in the process of bettering/understanding yourself. Even if it's just to have friends around. Although, you'll find that most friends would probably want you to just be yourself. That's the best way to figure out who really likes you for who you are, or who likes you just for emulating them.

Methusalen - you just seem to inhabit all sorts of rage for someone with a cute little Chocobo avvy(I'm making jokes here).

Yeah, probably... I don't know what to day for sure, I've got this seething hatred for humanity, but haven't really acted upon that impulse yet...

Just kidding, I try to get along with others, but as a general rule, don't really care what others think of me... Even though I attempt to appease the general populace's expectations of me...

I have htese occasional feelings of being more "mature" than most of my friends (I'm 25, and most of them are within a few years...), which is probably pretty easy to do since a few of them hang out with kids who are still going to High School (and I'm not talking about Seniors, I'm talking like 14-17 year odls)... Sad really...
The friends we see most are the ones who act at about the same maturity level... Young adult... hell, most of the ones we get along with best already have kids that are a few years old!!! hehe...

So most of our friends we get along with until one crosses a line (rarely happens, but we've had a fallout with a few... an old friend of mine started getting jealous that I started hanging around other friends I hadn't seen in a while, gearing up plans for the wedding, and began to bitch about how we weren't spending a lot of time together, how I shouldn't marry Terasa, the way his mother started attempting to push him and his sister on us, how they should be in the wedding (even thought THEY didn't want to be...)... He'd decided to tell me off one day, and I told him to kiss my ass and not to darken my doorstep again... (mind you, this had happened once before, but Terasa made sure that we patched things up at the time... this was the 2nd or 3rd fallout w/ him)... Needless to say, I've only seen him a couple times in public, and have been all sorts of "Minnesota Nice" around him in public (IE-not being rude to him at the local WalMart)... but that's about as far as the niceties go...

I'm pretty easy to get along with, and I think that I'm a pretty good guy (just ask my wife, she wouldn't have married me if I were a huge prick!!!! Now if I were a huge prick, but HAD A HUGE PRICK, then maybe she would've...)

What am I scared of? Same thing as most other peoples, a fear of being rejected, of having no friends, of being of little opinion of most people, etc... That's it for now, I'm off to figure out what's going on today...

So you're essentially saying 3 things here:

1. you have a small penis
2. Terasa doesn't care about your personality
3. Terasa would marry anyone with a big dick

Mainly I was trying (unsuccessfully) to be humourous... I thought it was funny at the time...

But, to answer your questions...

1. Guess so...
2. She puts up with me the way I am... glued to a computer monitor or a television screen when I'm not doing something constructive...
3. Wouldn't any woman? assuming they like that kind of thing...

I think Viajera and/or Rachel should answer that question.

I don't know, Rahul, sometimes I think you'd make a pretty good woman yourself! Sometimes, I think about putting a dress on you and making you dance.

:o

My maturity level still revolves around the expense of other's, but I think it's like that no matter what you're at. When I'm 80, I'll still laugh at someone getting kicked in the nuts.

I agree that I'd make a pretty good woman. After all, I'm a lesbian trapped in a male body. With a beard.

Viajera said:
When I'm 80, I'll still laugh at someone getting kicked in the nuts.

to add to that, 2 days ago I threw an eraser at a friend from a distance and it hit him square in the nuts, he revolved on the ground in pain for about 5 minutes while his girlfriend chased me down.

haha, the sad part is that this is the main tech guy behind NCAA 2006, so much for getting a job there :unsure:

i find humorous and violent actions between friends often make the friendship stronger.

i remember hating one of my friends for about a week after he hit me in the nuts with a big stick. then he brought it up just out of nowhere 'hey, remember when i whacked you in the nuts?'

i couldn't stop laughing for some reason...

Dortz said:
i find humorous and violent actions between friends often make the friendship stronger. 

i remember hating one of my friends for about a week after he hit me in the nuts with a big stick.  then he brought it up just out of nowhere 'hey, remember when i whacked you in the nuts?'

i couldn't stop laughing for some reason...

So that's why Rachel keeps thwacking me with her flag...

aww... she wikes you!

Actually the flag thwacking is (sort of) explained in this comic:

http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/Narci...ow/890fec88.jpg

and by the fact that Trillian has a convient Red Flag emoticon, making it readily available when someone says something incredibly stupid or disturbing.

But that's incredibly off topic.

hmm... striking resemblance.

My biggest fear is that I will be forgotten. I feel the same as Freya from FFIX that "To be forgotten is worse than death". That might be why I always act so crazy, so people will remember me for it. Oh and for the record, not all americans are fat and dumb just most of us.