My brother was involved in an accident with a truck . A very big fucking truck. He was totally fine though,only some scratches.You can imagine my face when I heard that my brother was in an accident.though.
My brother was involved in an accident with a truck . A very big fucking truck. He was totally fine though,only some scratches.You can imagine my face when I heard that my brother was in an accident.though.
Two years ago my sister came home to celebrate her birthday. Our family was already falling apart, but this particular moment hurts me the most. We went to the restaraunt and it was okay at first, but you could feel the tension. It didn't take long for our parents to start fighting and it went pretty nasty. In the end, our father left so me, my mom and my sister were just sitting and crying. Dad didn't feel anything though and he left with a proud face, not even bothering to pay for the dinner. It was the most ruined evening I've ever had.
It's also one of the very few memories that still make me cry. I'm trying hard not to drop tears while typing this now. It's hard to explain without experiencing it.
P.S. A nice waiter saw us sitting and crying so he came up to our table and gave everyone a piece of cake as a gift from a restaraunt. Whoever you are, dude, I hope you get in heaven.
the fact that newtons thrid law applies perfectly to my love life. (every action has an equal or opposite reaction) except that equal reaction doesnt exist.
My dad commit suicide, he had access to heavy drugs, tall bridges and a number of other things but he decided to get drunk and lie down in a shallow stream less then a week before christmas he died of exposure to cold and apparently it was planned he had been checking the weather reports a lot.
Ive always been a morbid goth type of person but I had never considered that to be a suicide option Ive never heard of someone taking their own life like that. I used to just put up with the cold because heating is so expensive I used to just wrap up in blankets but since then the thought of not having heating scares me I get anxious when the meter runs low and will go without food to heat the house.
My dad commit suicide, he had access to heavy drugs, tall bridges and a number of other things but he decided to get drunk and lie down in a… more shallow stream less then a week before christmas he died of exposure to cold and apparently it was planned he had been checking the weather reports a lot.
Ive always been a morbid goth type of person but I had never considered that to be a suicide option Ive never heard of someone taking their own life like that. I used to just put up with the cold because heating is so expensive I used to just wrap up in blankets but since then the thought of not having heating scares me I get anxious when the meter runs low and will go without food to heat the house.
I've had insomnia most of my life. Still do, actually. Well anyway, when I was 15, my dog had gotten sick one day and had thrown up on my be… mored, so I chose to sleep on the couch downstairs. At around 2 a.m., I heard a strange noise that had woken me up. That was when I noticed that there were two men robbing my house. I pretended to be asleep until they left, and my heart was pounding very hard whenever they would walk by me. After they left, I went upstairs into my parent's bedroom and bawled my eyes out. It was a pretty frightening experience, and now that I'm an adult, I make sure to keep my apartment door locked unless I have to use it, because to this day I'm still frightened at the possibility of it happening again.
My attempt at suicide on the train rails.
I don't want to go into full detail because I have explained it alot but it still hunts me today and I developed a sort of traumatic expierence from it. It scared alot of people and I still feel like a death thing most of my time and even though when I say to people I am sorry for you if they lost somebody to suicide I have a hard time getting into the person myself because I feel like death.
Suicide attempt. I wrapped a shower cord around my neck and squeezed until I couldn't breathe. I was 12. Thought of my sister (who was less than a year old at that point) and took the shower cord off. Cried in the shower for 45 minutes. The only people who knows are online people and my grandmother. I hid the redness with a bathrobe and a scarf.
Also the one time (about 6 months after the above incident) where I was choking on pasta and my dad had to do the Heimlich maneuver on me. My vision darkened around the edges and went black and white. I really, truly thought I was gonna die.
Adrenaline and shock. They allow you to carry on tasks without realizing you are hurt/bleeding/dying, mainly to help you survive. Makes you wonder. What a weird machinery, this human body.
Another one, plenty gory but not as depressing as last time.
A friend and I were going to a gun show, when we were flagged down by this o… moreld guy standing on the side of the road. He explained that he'd crashed his motorcycle and couldn't make it to the hospital on his own and asked us to call 911. Then, he showed us his arm. Remember how Bigby's arm looked in the episode after Bloody Mary broke it? Yeah, it was like that but maybe a bit worse. the bone was out and damaged and I think skin and a bit of muscles/tendons was all that kept it intact. I almost blew chunks right there and my friend turned deathly pale.
The guy didn't seem real phased by it. He was clearly in some pain, but could carry out a conversation just fine. We decided against doing anything to the arm (nerves and veins.could be damaged) and instead just kept him talking and warm to prevent shock. So we ended up having a nice conversation about motorcycling whil… [view original content]
He had struggled with depression for a while but I guess i'll never know there probably wasnt even a reason.
Suicide is the biggest killer of men under 50
My attempt at suicide on the train rails.
I don't want to go into full detail because I have explained it alot but it still hunts me today … moreand I developed a sort of traumatic expierence from it. It scared alot of people and I still feel like a death thing most of my time and even though when I say to people I am sorry for you if they lost somebody to suicide I have a hard time getting into the person myself because I feel like death.
As someone who's had suicidal thoughts, I'll say that I can't even begin to imagine how bad things must have been for you to try to take your own life. Even I have never found it in me to actually try to kill myself even when I though my entire life was screwed. I'm really glad you're still with us and that you chose to live, and I hope things have gotten better for you now.
And as for the choking, I've also done that too many times on account of me eating too quickly. It really is a scary feeling.
Suicide attempt. I wrapped a shower cord around my neck and squeezed until I couldn't breathe. I was 12. Thought of my sister (who was less … morethan a year old at that point) and took the shower cord off. Cried in the shower for 45 minutes. The only people who knows are online people and my grandmother. I hid the redness with a bathrobe and a scarf.
Also the one time (about 6 months after the above incident) where I was choking on pasta and my dad had to do the Heimlich maneuver on me. My vision darkened around the edges and went black and white. I really, truly thought I was gonna die.
Things are complicated and they fluctuate, but I think my circumstances now are better than they were then. I'm older and I know more, and I know that everything eventually changes. Sometimes it's for the better, sometimes it's not. My sister doesn't really like me unless I have something for her, but someday she'll know she's the only reason I'm still alive right now.
Choking is scary, man. I had a giant noodle hanging out of my throat!
As someone who's had suicidal thoughts, I'll say that I can't even begin to imagine how bad things must have been for you to try to take you… morer own life. Even I have never found it in me to actually try to kill myself even when I though my entire life was screwed. I'm really glad you're still with us and that you chose to live, and I hope things have gotten better for you now.
And as for the choking, I've also done that too many times on account of me eating too quickly. It really is a scary feeling.
As someone who's had suicidal thoughts, I'll say that I can't even begin to imagine how bad things must have been for you to try to take you… morer own life. Even I have never found it in me to actually try to kill myself even when I though my entire life was screwed. I'm really glad you're still with us and that you chose to live, and I hope things have gotten better for you now.
And as for the choking, I've also done that too many times on account of me eating too quickly. It really is a scary feeling.
Things are complicated and they fluctuate, but I think my circumstances now are better than they were then. I'm older and I know more, and I know that everything eventually changes. Sometimes it's for the better, sometimes it's not. My sister doesn't really like me unless I have something for her, but someday she'll know she's the only reason I'm still alive right now.
I'm really glad to hear that. You're one of the first people I talked to here on the forums when I first joined, and I can't imagine this place without you. Glad to have you here
Things are complicated and they fluctuate, but I think my circumstances now are better than they were then. I'm older and I know more, and I… more know that everything eventually changes. Sometimes it's for the better, sometimes it's not. My sister doesn't really like me unless I have something for her, but someday she'll know she's the only reason I'm still alive right now.
Choking is scary, man. I had a giant noodle hanging out of my throat!
I've always struggled with sleep paralysis. If you don't know what that is, it's basically when you're halfway between awake and asleep and you're suddenly unable to move or speak. During this state, hallucination is a pretty common symptom. Anyway, when I was younger I was at a summer camp sleeping on the top bunk and I had another sleep paralysis episode. Lots of times, I don't hallucinate. I just lie there unable to move for a couple minutes. But this time was different. While I'm unable to move, I saw this shadowy raspy like female figure get onto my bunk. She was all hunched over like Gollum from Lord of the Rings. She stood there just seemingly staring for about thirty seconds. After a few seconds of trying to mutter something, I managed to a mutter a "Hello." The figure said in a creepy as fuck raspy voice, "Hello there" before leaping onto me and starting to viciously claw at my chest. I was finally able to move soon after that and she was gone. That still remains to be one of the freakiest sleep paralysis episodes I've ever had. I've had other freaky hallucinations since then, but nothing has topped the one I've just described.
I'm honored. I actually joined just a few months after these events happened... I think a lot of my online support really helped. You're one of my favorite people to see show up on my inbox. I always go, "Ayyyy, it's the Aussie!" Whenever I see you.
Things are complicated and they fluctuate, but I think my circumstances now are better than they were then. I'm older and I know more, and I… more know that everything eventually changes. Sometimes it's for the better, sometimes it's not. My sister doesn't really like me unless I have something for her, but someday she'll know she's the only reason I'm still alive right now.
I'm really glad to hear that. You're one of the first people I talked to here on the forums when I first joined, and I can't imagine this place without you. Glad to have you here
I was raised Catholic but was fortunate(?) enough to go to public school instead of Catholic school. Heard nothing but harsh stuff about them though, a Catholic family is strict enough even without the school
Catholicism and it's flavor of mindfuck/repression/guilt. I speak of my mom's side of the family, whose parents were pretty hardcore conser… morevative Catholic. I could vomit up a good essay, but I'm not gonna bore with a TLDR. I don't lay the dysfunction entirely at Catholicism's feet, but IMO it was the stick used to keep everyone in line, to varying degrees of success.
In fairness, I went to pretty good schools. But the sex ed. Catholic sex ed, man. What the shit. Thank Satan that all bounced off
Another one, plenty gory but not as depressing as last time.
A friend and I were going to a gun show, when we were flagged down by this o… moreld guy standing on the side of the road. He explained that he'd crashed his motorcycle and couldn't make it to the hospital on his own and asked us to call 911. Then, he showed us his arm. Remember how Bigby's arm looked in the episode after Bloody Mary broke it? Yeah, it was like that but maybe a bit worse. the bone was out and damaged and I think skin and a bit of muscles/tendons was all that kept it intact. I almost blew chunks right there and my friend turned deathly pale.
The guy didn't seem real phased by it. He was clearly in some pain, but could carry out a conversation just fine. We decided against doing anything to the arm (nerves and veins.could be damaged) and instead just kept him talking and warm to prevent shock. So we ended up having a nice conversation about motorcycling whil… [view original content]
Right? Ahh, and you missed the joys of uniforms and strict dress codes I take it. I got sent home, SENT HOME, for having my shirt untucked. The audacity of me
But I also went to a HS with a healthy ratio of instructors who came from Jesuit schools, aka the thinky Catholics. I fondly remember one of my 'theology' classes being a film class in practice. So yeah, wasn't all bad.
Also helps that Mom wasn't nearly as hardcore with me as her parents were with her. She moved away and married a godless heathen skeptic
I was raised Catholic but was fortunate(?) enough to go to public school instead of Catholic school. Heard nothing but harsh stuff about them though, a Catholic family is strict enough even without the school
I heard that Jesuits are pretty cool and not as strict as others...I know Pope Francis is a Jesuit but I really have no idea what the differences are outside of that.
Right? Ahh, and you missed the joys of uniforms and strict dress codes I take it. I got sent home, SENT HOME, for having my shirt untucke… mored. The audacity of me
But I also went to a HS with a healthy ratio of instructors who came from Jesuit schools, aka the thinky Catholics. I fondly remember one of my 'theology' classes being a film class in practice. So yeah, wasn't all bad.
Also helps that Mom wasn't nearly as hardcore with me as her parents were with her. She moved away and married a godless heathen skeptic
I consider myself fortunate. Everyone I met who went to Catholic school ended up extremely rebellious and counter culture despite their parents efforts towards a strict upbringing. I went through the same but it would have been exponentially worse if I didn't even have public school to somewhat be myself in.
I'm sure they aren't all bad though. I have a ex Catholic nun in my family and she gambles in her old age so who knows lol. And at least your mom seemed understanding, hopefully the heathen she married isn't too evil
Right? Ahh, and you missed the joys of uniforms and strict dress codes I take it. I got sent home, SENT HOME, for having my shirt untucke… mored. The audacity of me
But I also went to a HS with a healthy ratio of instructors who came from Jesuit schools, aka the thinky Catholics. I fondly remember one of my 'theology' classes being a film class in practice. So yeah, wasn't all bad.
Also helps that Mom wasn't nearly as hardcore with me as her parents were with her. She moved away and married a godless heathen skeptic
Pretty much right on. My school had a few Dominican friars, and so I understood Jesuits better in comparison to them. Both orders value argument and debate so there's a little bit of good-natured rivalry. Anyway, and the way it was put to me is that Jesuit philosophy is largely about "convert the mind, and the heart will follow", whereas Dominicans have it other way around, convert the heart and the mind will follow. So the former emphasizes intellectual reasoning whereas the latter is more about emotional reasoning (generally speaking). There are other orders, too, but those two comprise a good chunk of my exposure to different takes on theology
I heard that Jesuits are pretty cool and not as strict as others...I know Pope Francis is a Jesuit but I really have no idea what the differences are outside of that.
my cousin died about 10 years ago when he was 17. his father (my uncle) passed away 2 years earlier and i don't think he was ever the same after that. my cousin was drunk driving, crashed into a parked car, flipped his car onto the roof and was dead for, i want to say close to 30 minutes before they could get him out. i remember seeing him in the hospital after they kept him alive on the machine. my aunt let him go after a couple of days. i used to have dreams of him all the time after his death. there's a couple of songs he would listen to by Smile Empty Soul... Bottom of the Bottle and Silhouettes. every time i hear those two songs, i get major chills and sadness immediately follows. i still think about him a lot.
I consider myself fortunate. Everyone I met who went to Catholic school ended up extremely rebellious and counter culture despite their parents efforts towards a strict upbringing. I went through the same but it would have been exponentially worse if I didn't even have public school to somewhat be myself in.
Isn't that something? I saw that in school, too. You can't put a lid on personality, at least not forever. I'm glad you kept your head on straight, and public school gave you the environment/space to be yourself.
I have a ex Catholic nun in my family and she gambles in her old age so who knows lol.
Hah! I love it. Interestingly enough, my grandmother's sister like that. Gambled, drank, smoked, swore, gave no fucks. Her other sister was a nun from her twenties till the day she died pushing 90. I guess grandma was the inbetween...
hopefully the heathen she married isn't too evil
LOL Thanks. He's way too goofy and chill to be evil
I consider myself fortunate. Everyone I met who went to Catholic school ended up extremely rebellious and counter culture despite their pare… morents efforts towards a strict upbringing. I went through the same but it would have been exponentially worse if I didn't even have public school to somewhat be myself in.
I'm sure they aren't all bad though. I have a ex Catholic nun in my family and she gambles in her old age so who knows lol. And at least your mom seemed understanding, hopefully the heathen she married isn't too evil
Who says i kept my head on straight, haha public school was one hell of a ride for me, that's for sure. And you're right about the suppressing personality thing, it also causes the lid to pop up like 100x harder and faster haha. My school system was actually very conservative and authoritarian for a public school. If it weren't for a few select friends and teachers i would have drowned in that shit as a young adult.
That's really funny how the sisters all ended up so polarizingly different (wonder if they went to Catholic school, hehe). And also funny because the ex nun I referred to is also my grandmother's sister. Funny how that works lol
And that's good that he's goofy and chill, sounds kinda like me. Glad someone was able to ignore the heathen talk and just enjoy life as a human being.
I consider myself fortunate. Everyone I met who went to Catholic school ended up extremely rebellious and counter culture despite their pare… morents efforts towards a strict upbringing. I went through the same but it would have been exponentially worse if I didn't even have public school to somewhat be myself in.
Isn't that something? I saw that in school, too. You can't put a lid on personality, at least not forever. I'm glad you kept your head on straight, and public school gave you the environment/space to be yourself.
I have a ex Catholic nun in my family and she gambles in her old age so who knows lol.
Hah! I love it. Interestingly enough, my grandmother's sister like that. Gambled, drank, smoked, swore, gave no fucks. Her other sister was a nun from her twenties till the day she died pushing 90. I guess grandma was the inbetween...
hopefully the heathen she married isn't too evil
LOL Thanks. He's way too goofy and chill to be evil
Who says i kept my head on straight, haha public school was one hell of a ride for me, that's for sure. And you're right about the suppress… moreing personality thing, it also causes the lid to pop up like 100x harder and faster haha. My school system was actually very conservative and authoritarian for a public school. If it weren't for a few select friends and teachers i would have drowned in that shit as a young adult.
That's really funny how the sisters all ended up so polarizingly different (wonder if they went to Catholic school, hehe). And also funny because the ex nun I referred to is also my grandmother's sister. Funny how that works lol
And that's good that he's goofy and chill, sounds kinda like me. Glad someone was able to ignore the heathen talk and just enjoy life as a human being.
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Most of it involves motor vehicles too. People should really just stay away from those!
My brother was involved in an accident with a truck . A very big fucking truck. He was totally fine though,only some scratches.You can imagine my face when I heard that my brother was in an accident.though.
Holy shit, sounds like he got very, very lucky!
Ohhh hehehe...forget all that about murder...just jokes ...just...Heyyyy we all kid....and I am female
Two years ago my sister came home to celebrate her birthday. Our family was already falling apart, but this particular moment hurts me the most. We went to the restaraunt and it was okay at first, but you could feel the tension. It didn't take long for our parents to start fighting and it went pretty nasty. In the end, our father left so me, my mom and my sister were just sitting and crying. Dad didn't feel anything though and he left with a proud face, not even bothering to pay for the dinner. It was the most ruined evening I've ever had.
It's also one of the very few memories that still make me cry. I'm trying hard not to drop tears while typing this now. It's hard to explain without experiencing it.
P.S. A nice waiter saw us sitting and crying so he came up to our table and gave everyone a piece of cake as a gift from a restaraunt. Whoever you are, dude, I hope you get in heaven.
Yes,his godlike beard does have some miraculous powers.
the fact that newtons thrid law applies perfectly to my love life. (every action has an equal or opposite reaction) except that equal reaction doesnt exist.
My dad commit suicide, he had access to heavy drugs, tall bridges and a number of other things but he decided to get drunk and lie down in a shallow stream less then a week before christmas he died of exposure to cold and apparently it was planned he had been checking the weather reports a lot.
Ive always been a morbid goth type of person but I had never considered that to be a suicide option Ive never heard of someone taking their own life like that. I used to just put up with the cold because heating is so expensive I used to just wrap up in blankets but since then the thought of not having heating scares me I get anxious when the meter runs low and will go without food to heat the house.
Jesus I am so sorry!
But if I may ask I hope this isn't a bad question... Why did he commit suicide? only reply if you want to
Damn
My attempt at suicide on the train rails.
I don't want to go into full detail because I have explained it alot but it still hunts me today and I developed a sort of traumatic expierence from it. It scared alot of people and I still feel like a death thing most of my time and even though when I say to people I am sorry for you if they lost somebody to suicide I have a hard time getting into the person myself because I feel like death.
Suicide attempt. I wrapped a shower cord around my neck and squeezed until I couldn't breathe. I was 12. Thought of my sister (who was less than a year old at that point) and took the shower cord off. Cried in the shower for 45 minutes. The only people who knows are online people and my grandmother. I hid the redness with a bathrobe and a scarf.
Also the one time (about 6 months after the above incident) where I was choking on pasta and my dad had to do the Heimlich maneuver on me. My vision darkened around the edges and went black and white. I really, truly thought I was gonna die.
Adrenaline and shock. They allow you to carry on tasks without realizing you are hurt/bleeding/dying, mainly to help you survive. Makes you wonder. What a weird machinery, this human body.
He had struggled with depression for a while but I guess i'll never know there probably wasnt even a reason.
Suicide is the biggest killer of men under 50
Im sorry you feel this way please try to get some help before anything happens
I caught my friend Masturbating
The time I almost drowned to death.
This is the most happiest thread ever SARCASM
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Did you tell anybody besides this forum just because something like that can cost your friendship
As someone who's had suicidal thoughts, I'll say that I can't even begin to imagine how bad things must have been for you to try to take your own life. Even I have never found it in me to actually try to kill myself even when I though my entire life was screwed. I'm really glad you're still with us and that you chose to live, and I hope things have gotten better for you now.
And as for the choking, I've also done that too many times on account of me eating too quickly. It really is a scary feeling.
Things are complicated and they fluctuate, but I think my circumstances now are better than they were then. I'm older and I know more, and I know that everything eventually changes. Sometimes it's for the better, sometimes it's not. My sister doesn't really like me unless I have something for her, but someday she'll know she's the only reason I'm still alive right now.
Choking is scary, man. I had a giant noodle hanging out of my throat!
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Yeah, that's not the kind of thing you should ever tell anyone.
I'm really glad to hear that. You're one of the first people I talked to here on the forums when I first joined, and I can't imagine this place without you. Glad to have you here
I've always struggled with sleep paralysis. If you don't know what that is, it's basically when you're halfway between awake and asleep and you're suddenly unable to move or speak. During this state, hallucination is a pretty common symptom. Anyway, when I was younger I was at a summer camp sleeping on the top bunk and I had another sleep paralysis episode. Lots of times, I don't hallucinate. I just lie there unable to move for a couple minutes. But this time was different. While I'm unable to move, I saw this shadowy raspy like female figure get onto my bunk. She was all hunched over like Gollum from Lord of the Rings. She stood there just seemingly staring for about thirty seconds. After a few seconds of trying to mutter something, I managed to a mutter a "Hello." The figure said in a creepy as fuck raspy voice, "Hello there" before leaping onto me and starting to viciously claw at my chest. I was finally able to move soon after that and she was gone. That still remains to be one of the freakiest sleep paralysis episodes I've ever had. I've had other freaky hallucinations since then, but nothing has topped the one I've just described.
I was raised Catholic but was fortunate(?) enough to go to public school instead of Catholic school. Heard nothing but harsh stuff about them though, a Catholic family is strict enough even without the school
Eh, sounds like the guy had been there before
Two girls one cup
That creepy old male coworker from the meat department who always said "Hey! I wanna see those legs!" whenever I walked by.
Yeah...I haven't come back to that Kroger since I quited.
Right? Ahh, and you missed the joys of uniforms and strict dress codes I take it.
I got sent home, SENT HOME, for having my shirt untucked. The audacity of me
But I also went to a HS with a healthy ratio of instructors who came from Jesuit schools, aka the thinky Catholics. I fondly remember one of my 'theology' classes being a film class in practice. So yeah, wasn't all bad.
Also helps that Mom wasn't nearly as hardcore with me as her parents were with her. She moved away and married a godless heathen skeptic
I heard that Jesuits are pretty cool and not as strict as others...I know Pope Francis is a Jesuit but I really have no idea what the differences are outside of that.
I consider myself fortunate. Everyone I met who went to Catholic school ended up extremely rebellious and counter culture despite their parents efforts towards a strict upbringing. I went through the same but it would have been exponentially worse if I didn't even have public school to somewhat be myself in.
I'm sure they aren't all bad though. I have a ex Catholic nun in my family and she gambles in her old age so who knows lol. And at least your mom seemed understanding, hopefully the heathen she married isn't too evil
Pretty much right on. My school had a few Dominican friars, and so I understood Jesuits better in comparison to them. Both orders value argument and debate so there's a little bit of good-natured rivalry. Anyway, and the way it was put to me is that Jesuit philosophy is largely about "convert the mind, and the heart will follow", whereas Dominicans have it other way around, convert the heart and the mind will follow. So the former emphasizes intellectual reasoning whereas the latter is more about emotional reasoning (generally speaking). There are other orders, too, but those two comprise a good chunk of my exposure to different takes on theology
my cousin died about 10 years ago when he was 17. his father (my uncle) passed away 2 years earlier and i don't think he was ever the same after that. my cousin was drunk driving, crashed into a parked car, flipped his car onto the roof and was dead for, i want to say close to 30 minutes before they could get him out. i remember seeing him in the hospital after they kept him alive on the machine. my aunt let him go after a couple of days. i used to have dreams of him all the time after his death. there's a couple of songs he would listen to by Smile Empty Soul... Bottom of the Bottle and Silhouettes. every time i hear those two songs, i get major chills and sadness immediately follows. i still think about him a lot.
Isn't that something? I saw that in school, too. You can't put a lid on personality, at least not forever. I'm glad you kept your head on straight, and public school gave you the environment/space to be yourself.
Hah! I love it. Interestingly enough, my grandmother's sister like that. Gambled, drank, smoked, swore, gave no fucks. Her other sister was a nun from her twenties till the day she died pushing 90. I guess grandma was the inbetween...
LOL Thanks. He's way too goofy and chill to be evil
Who says i kept my head on straight, haha
public school was one hell of a ride for me, that's for sure. And you're right about the suppressing personality thing, it also causes the lid to pop up like 100x harder and faster haha. My school system was actually very conservative and authoritarian for a public school. If it weren't for a few select friends and teachers i would have drowned in that shit as a young adult.
That's really funny how the sisters all ended up so polarizingly different (wonder if they went to Catholic school, hehe). And also funny because the ex nun I referred to is also my grandmother's sister. Funny how that works lol
And that's good that he's goofy and chill, sounds kinda like me. Glad someone was able to ignore the heathen talk and just enjoy life as a human being.
Don't ever change
For that I say: Amen!