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Understandable.
Confessions thread
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Understandable.
I really don't care. Sorry.
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Oh yeah, and all you noobies (namely crazytundrawolf55, BlitzCo, and LI.Reaver). Pages 220-226 of this thread. Go.
CrazyTundraWolf
The Game
Is that the part where they were talking about biting someone's dick off?
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Nope.
Its cool that your friend drew that for you.
CrazyTundraWolf
The Game
Ah I see..I missed out the BDSM and all that....ah....oh well I'll just fade away if that starts up again
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I'd just say that it was a very "open" discussion. That happens here occasionally.
CrazyTundraWolf
The Game
I was actually pretty surprised when they made it over one day , still trying to persuade her to make a fa account and upload her stuff there over wattpad :/
BlitzCo
Zoots Root
And neither do I
Well thats BS. You obliviously cared enough to post your opinion on a public forum.
Thank you
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SkyboundTerror
Thrashing About
I'm so shaken right now. About four hours ago, there was some yelling going on outside of my window, across the street, between a man and woman over what sounded like relationship problems. I didn't pay too much attention to it because it was none of my business, though my heart did sink. Then yelling turned into screaming and crying. Someone had thrown a punch and things were getting very heated.
This was happening right near my room and open window, but I couldn't see anything because my blinds were down. At this point, I couldn't just sit down in my room and listen to the violent scene going on outside. I was hoping so, so hard that things would settle. I threw on my jacket and strapped on my boots - I felt like a total badass while doing so... eheh - but when I went out the back door, I only heard silence. Screaming was over and done with. I could only hear whispers, but I couldn't make out what was being said. I let out a sigh of relief, because I was glad I wouldn't have had to intervene.
I should have intervened. I went back to my room, and the screaming started again. This time, the woman was running down houses, pleading and crying. No one was opening their door for her, which irked me because I live in a cul-de-sac with many houses and people. Not a moment later, she came up to my window and started screaming for someone to help. Right in front of my window! I rushed to the front door and swung it open to let her in. She was delirious, in tears and bloodied, broken kneecap and wrist. She was crying and crying for a 911 call, so I called. I couldn't do much to calm her down, and I felt horrible not knowing any first aid to ease her pain while we waited for the police and ambulance.
Turns out it was one of my neighbors, who happens to be her "friend," that did this to her. The cops found it hard getting details out of her, but I'm still frightened knowing the things she told me about his place; something about a crack-house and drug deals, and to THINK my youngest siblings run around in front of their house almost daily.
This happened four hours ago, and I can't stop thinking about it. Video games and drawing isn't helping.
This was happening right near my room and open window, but I couldn't see anything because my blinds were down. At this point, I couldn't just sit down in my room and listen to the violent scene going on outside. I was hoping so, so hard that things would settle. I threw on my jacket and strapped on my boots - I felt like a total badass while doing so... eheh - but when I went out the back door, I only heard silence. Screaming was over and done with. I could only hear whispers, but I couldn't make out what was being said. I let out a sigh of relief, because I was glad I wouldn't have had to intervene.
I should have intervened. I went back to my room, and the screaming started again. This time, the woman was running down houses, pleading and crying. No one was opening their door for her, which irked me because I live in a cul-de-sac with many houses and people. Not a moment later, she came up to my window and started screaming for someone to help. Right in front of my window! I rushed to the front door and swung it open to let her in. She was delirious, in tears and bloodied, broken kneecap and wrist. She was crying and crying for a 911 call, so I called. I couldn't do much to calm her down, and I felt horrible not knowing any first aid to ease her pain while we waited for the police and ambulance.
Turns out it was one of my neighbors, who happens to be her "friend," that did this to her. The cops found it hard getting details out of her, but I'm still frightened knowing the things she told me about his place; something about a crack-house and drug deals, and to THINK my youngest siblings run around in front of their house almost daily.
This happened four hours ago, and I can't stop thinking about it. Video games and drawing isn't helping.
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This could have happened to anyone. You did the right thing. You are a good person.
RedSavage
Rattlesnake Flavored
You're shaken. Disturbed. And adrenaline is most likely giving you some terrible after affects.
Breath.
-You did everything you could. For one, what exactly were you planning on doing the first time? You can't barge into someone's house rambo style. If you'd knocked, no one would have answered. You could only wait.
-So you didn't know any first aid, but with minor stuff like that there's not much you can do. First aid =/= Pain Management. If there was heavy bleeding then that would be about the only thing you could try and stop. Splints and tourniquets would be useless since you're not 4 hours into a forest hike. It was best to wait for the best people to do the job.
-Finally, you opened your door to help this woman when no one else would. That means something. That means a fucking LOT. You don't forget that in someone's darkest hour that you, a stranger, was there to help.
You did everything you could and you did it perfectly under the conditions.
But it sounds like you could really use a hug right now and I'm sorry I'm not there to give you one.
Mr. Sparta
Scale Face
I can't stand reading criticism often because on multiple occasions judges have insulted me as a human being, instead of my project, speaking ability, exc. Hell, I was once DOCKED points because my personality "triggered" the judge outside of the presentation.
Sometimes it feels like the world WANTS me to stay in my shell.
Sometimes it feels like the world WANTS me to stay in my shell.
RedSavage
Rattlesnake Flavored
Okay I'm going to be very blunt and honest. (What a shock, right?)
Speaking persona is very important. Like, veryveryvery important. It doesn't matter if you are talking about things that are completely logical and sound. It doesn't matter if you're reciting statements by Ghandi, Jesus, and Buddah in a single breath. If you're coming off as a belligerent, arrogant, or in any shape or form the undesirable or unlikable persona, then it doesn't matter what you're going to say. It -will- fall flat.
Should it be like this? No.
Is it like this? Yes.
Is it going to change? No.
From books to reality, it doesn't matter how despicable the cause, the person has to be likable. In books and movies---characters like the Joker and Hannibal Lecter are charismatic and intelligent, despite their destructive causes. In real life, take the worst example ever. Hitler. He was charismatic and convinced an entire nation to support the propagation of a blond, blue eyed, white master race despite having brown hair and eyes himself.
It's like the rule of the antihero. You don't have to agree with the things s/he does. But... if that person is likeable, then you are more likely to try and concede to their point. The sooner you get a handle on this and how to crack that code to charisma and being a likable stage presence, well, it's the day you tab into a very powerful and even dangerous skill. The ability to convince people you're right no matter what you're actually saying.
Wars have been started this way.
RedSavage
Rattlesnake Flavored
If there's any theatre opportunities you can take---take them. Nothing desensitizes you to giving a shit about what other people think like getting on stage under those hot burning lights and acting your heart out. You act for the sake of acting. Not for the sake of the audience. Getting into the mindset of speaking like that is the the same. Don't talk to the audience and give a shit about what they think. Talk to them for the sake of talking and making your point.
Hell do this with daily interaction. You'll meet people easier. Once you get into the mindset of only caring for those who care for you back, putting yourself out there is easier. Think people give a shit about you even ten minutes after they leave the room? 99 percent of your daily interaction with strangers is forgotten by the next morning. I guarantee it.
So relax. Don't sweat it. Enjoy yourself. Whether it's public speaking, the stage, or just throwing down a conversation at the coffee shop. It's not a perfect art. Sometimes awkward shit happens. That's life. But you don't even have to sweat that.
Hell do this with daily interaction. You'll meet people easier. Once you get into the mindset of only caring for those who care for you back, putting yourself out there is easier. Think people give a shit about you even ten minutes after they leave the room? 99 percent of your daily interaction with strangers is forgotten by the next morning. I guarantee it.
So relax. Don't sweat it. Enjoy yourself. Whether it's public speaking, the stage, or just throwing down a conversation at the coffee shop. It's not a perfect art. Sometimes awkward shit happens. That's life. But you don't even have to sweat that.
Percy-Lyn
Relentless Fighter
It's not really that; it's something about the way my brain is hardwired. To be honest, outside the office I don't give a damn what people think, but I'm still a stammering mess. I either can't find the words I need or my brain won't process words at a steady enough rate to make my words flow smoothly. It's like I'm having to sift through background noise in my brain to find the words I need.
Literally the only time everything ever flows smoothly is when I'm boozed up, which I practically never do (the other night was my first time drinking in about half a year). The background noise fades away and the words just kinda jump out at me easily. But, I get the feeling that wouldn't be conducive to being a good and believable speaker, and I'm too wary of the rampant alcoholism in my family to risk drinking just to talk.
So, it's borderline impossible for me to sound confident simply because I flub my words so often, even if I know what I'm trying and wanting to say. It kinda sucks.
belmonkey
Bel
This actually describes me perfectly as well, although I've never actually been boozed up myself. I can be confident in my ideas myself, but if I ever want to communicate them to someone else, it tends to come out in a way that makes even me lose confidence in it. Even if I go over what I want to say beforehand in my head, I still have a tendency to mess something up in the actual presentation of it.
Confession: I'm kinda embarrassed to admit something like this (I guess that makes it a proper confession), but I think I kinda have a mini forum crush on Red.
Butters Shikkon
Patron Saint of Queers
Dawwwwwwwww~~~
Everyone has to admit their forum crushes now.
Past: Percy (An older member) Fallowfox. Mentova when the gtwt was up. Annnnnnd this one is an embarassing one...Batty before I knew he was married.
Now: None. XD I've got like a friendship crush on a certain member. But that's a secret.
RedSavage
Rattlesnake Flavored
You just melted my heart. I'm completely undeserving of such feelings. XwX
Butters Shikkon said:
Omg. Percy. Bedroom eyes kitty!!!!
DHmmm Im trying to think but I'm honestly at a loss. I know I had the hugest crush on Ruggy, who pops up now and then, but most of our interaction was Skype based. I guess I don't crush easily. I mean...Id -fuck- half of yall of given a chance, but that's exclusively outside of romantic personality interest.
Hell Id fuck Ayattar if he was decent looking and fucked half as well as he was racist. But I more or less disassociate sex from romantic intimacy and I know that's not exactly normal.
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