I’m not even going to write about my life, but I can say I fail more than most of you.
Is that a challenge?
To be fair, I can see the comparison between either Jurassic Park’s animatronic dinosaurs or Ramirezoid’s drawings and being incredibly sexy. Awesome is just one step away from erotic.
I know that was a ‘somewhat’ messed up comment, but damn! 
Oh god, feets all up ins. I have some odd quirks in that department, but I’ve never understood the foot thing (or paw thing, for that matter, to give a little hint). Ah well.
First off, hooray for participation! 100 posts in a couple days aint too bad if I do say so myself.
Secondly, let me describe another of my many shortcomings.
I desire freedom.
Not just any freedom, but freedom from everything. All responsibility, all worries, all expectation. I desire this so much, in fact, that it causes me to cease to function on a daily/weekly basis when I realize its almost certainly never going to happen and how much a shame that is. Basically I shut down and feel trapped under the burden of real life stressors, and this obviously effects my ability to learn and create effectively.
I am somewhat of an educational purist. I believe in knowledge and creativity for thier own sake, and my ultimate dream is to just learn things and make stuff for eternity without the bother of having to deal with everyday life and money and relationships and all that stuff. To me it just gets in the way. Its a pile of junk that needs to be shoved aside so that I can get to the good stuff. Unfortunately said pile of junk is the height of a mountain, and more often then not I get buried in it.
The last person who wanted freedom from everything and all responsiblity had an idea…Into the Wild… :fffuuu:
Buahaha.
Well, unfortunately my health wouldn’t support the whole “flee into seclusion” idea.
My only ticket to freedom is a lottery ticket… or a rich wife :awesome:
My best idea of living my life would be traveling to different countries and staying for brief periods of time. Almost as a nomad would, but more urban and hoboish.
It’s fun for the first week or so, but then people hate you because you become a hobo.
I’m pretty sure he means a rich hobo, which would entail staying clean or at least looking and smelling decent while roughing it and enjoying the gritty ‘real world’.
Edit: Kind of like that show Long Way Round and Long Way Down.
Pretty cool shows BTW if you havent seen them.
I guess you can get an RV for extended trips, but where’s the adventure in that?
Into the wild is a bad idea.
You end up under a bulldozer or on the wrong end of a chainsaw that way. As soon as you have gotten comfortable in your selfmade rainforest domicile some car company is gonna plan to build a factory there.
You can’t go into the Australian outback either, because GIANT BUGS WILL EAT YOU!
You can’t go to Africa, too, because you can’t get no sleep anywhere there from all the gunfire noise and screams of dying children and women or girls getting raped and mutilated.
Siberia? Too fuckin cold, man. And if that doesn’t kill you, the nuclear bomb tests will.
If you don’t mind the cold, Canada and Scandinavia should still be fine… for a little while, at least…
Hi, I dont really talk about my problems this openly so, here it goes.
When i was a little boy, i was diognosed with ADHD. Ever sinse then, i’ve been always getting into trouble. In daycare, i would have always bit other kids, alwys breaking things and never getting along.
Then i grew up and went to school. I really can’t remember 1st grade that well. All I really remember is one of my old good friends. We always hung out at recess. But for some reason, i just hated him sometimes, and i would be mean to him for no reason.
Well, then we moved. I could get a fresh start, boy was i wrong. I met my next door neighbor, he was the same age as me, we became best friends. One day, we were playing together and “something” happened. It was so embarassing. Then i met another neighbor. Remember i still had my ADHD problems, and he didn’t know so he started acting like a total douche. Then he found out and we became friends again.
School statred and it went well (except my 2nd grade teacher was a bitch >.<)
In fifth grade, i started to notice the change of behavior of people twards me. I know realise that they pitied me because they thought i was a sp’ed.
Middle school was horible, everyone hated and dispised me. Every day the same shit, everyone talked shit about me and beat me up for no reason but for being different. Some days i would go to my locker just to find things like “Why are you still alive Ryan?” writen on it. It burned inside knowing i was so disliked people wanted me dead, especially for something i couldn’t control. I admit, i was homi/suicidal. Every night, i would just wonder if this world was good enough to live in.
7th grade was no cake walk either. Same shit, different day. I had befriended other losers and became overly interested in Anime. I was a Narufag for the longest time. Me and the other losers would “pretend” we were in Naruto. I soon stoped doing it, seeing how it was hurting the problem, not helping it. Then another neighbor of mine introduced me into the goth scene. It;s more of a mixture between goth and puck rock (I don’t wear make up, and neither do they) I started smoking pot, drinking, and disrespecting my parents (I was 14 btw <.<). I started listening to death metal, heavy metal and soft rock. Little did i know that they were ignorant assholes that took things that are in the past and strech the truth just for their own entertainment. Remember that “something” i mentioned earlier, well, my nd neighbor told them about that. They just can’t let something like that go, no, they had to mention it every FUCKING minute i EVER hung out with them. I just wanted them to die.
Then there is today.My so called “friends” are still assholes (Not to mention they brought up the “something” right in front of a girl i like), i am still disrespected by people, not as much though. I still have a problem of trying to be funny. I usually fail, epiclly. Just look at my name on here, The Mindfucker, all i’ve done is create stupid noobish suggestion threads and posted the most retarted shit on this forum.
Gasps for breath, and sighs Well theres my retarted life, now lets see what else you guys got.
Your life does sound “Retarted” but you never mentioned what that “something” is, and that just leads people into making more conclusions about your life than they would if you just said it outright.
Did I mention I love this thread? Keep it going.
I think a lesson can be learned from this thread, no matter how bad you think you have it (And that includes myself), remeber there are always those that have or had it worse then you, it doesn’t matter who you are. Just be grateful you have your health, and if you dont have that be grateful of the life you have
I think the main lesson is that everyone sucks and life is terrible. Or is that the wrong message to take away?
I know how you feel.
The majority of foot fetishists I’ve come across make me want to puke. Especially the assholes I find on art websites.
For example, Anontoonist.
In my furiously honest opinion, human beings have hideous feet. I almost never remove my shoes and I sometimes wish for bilateral prosthesis.
life is only as good as you make it, most peoples lives here are not, imagine you lived under rule of dictatorship, you was sold as a slave from youth and lived in constant povety, fear and misery, i’d much rather have my sh*ty life then that one, so I am grateful
Unfortunately, most people are unable or refuse to look at life from someone else’s perspective.