Cancer runs heavily in both sides of my family. I feel like I should be more concerned but I think I am greatly denying it. Is that bad?
Hm… this thread has gone a long way in making me feel lucky. Vodka, too.
I’ll drink to drinking.
I get drunk and fall over/fight people more often than I would like. Ive also made incredibly stupid decisions periodically throughout my entire life, fortunately Ive avoided prison by some stroke of luck.
You would be if you came to Wisconsin, wink wink.
EDIT: My sexist innuendo is funny because I’m drunk, believe me.
Trust me it’s bad.
Also whenever something bad happens like a death or something I can’t help but feel indifferent no matter how hard I try to feel something and that’s the depressing part.
My life has seen more problems than anything, it’s late so i won’t list that all now, but about a year ago my mom had me see a psychologist for some unknown reason, who managed to diagnose me with a non-existent mental illness that required taking drugs, after a few weeks i stopped taking them, whenever she made an argument i’d be able to counter it, and i then decided to just not go there anymore, as it was a waste of time and money.
What’s ironic is how i decided to go to college partially because of her, while it’s not really turning out be all that great, but it has cost so much, quitting now would waste that. Also, when asked what i thought the future would be like, saying that i’d like us to explore space apparently isn’t a good way to think. I don’t know what is, but what people are thinking today sure as hell isn’t good. It almost seems like they want you to be depressed.
And that’s why you find 4chan’s pedophelia-based humor so hilarious that you use it for an avatar on unrelated forums? Interesting.
I’m enjoying this thread, by the way. Keep it going.
My sis is 37 years old and is still moaning about a trauma when she was 7. She has been in therapy for 7 years over it. I think she needs to move the frick ON however I am an outside observer and have no right to offer judgement on it. Sassy, you seem to be the sort to wanna move on with it tho rather than draw on the drama it offers. Mayap I be right? You may be a step ahead of us all.
i’m only a college freshman, and already I’m worrying about bills and loans. and being antisocial that only makes it harder to find a job or work/study. working on those social skills, though.
oh, and i’m stuck with loads of work because I chose architecture instead of art.
arch pays better
Here’s probably my most triumphant failure, but I enjoy it because it’s outrageous.
I fail to be interested in sexy times. This results in me having a useless and ridiculous fetish: I have coined it pseudo-herpetopodophilia
See, most kids have Playboy, Penthouse and Stuff under their beds.
I have a notebook filled with sketches and comics showcasing various claw-like feet. I experiment with different leg and foot structures as I draw and think about the possible textures or locomotion patterns.
This is delicious pornography to me, I have no idea why this is, but I just find there is nothing quite like it.
I fucking love it.
At the very least, I’m not some furry diaper-fetish pedo-ponce. And that’s good enough for me if it is for anyone.
And beyond this, there’s nothing wrong with me. I think my wrists are kind of skinny, that’s about it. I don’t dwell on past “problems” with friends and family or any of that A&E Lifetime Network crap. Eventually I’m going to die and I have a lot of shit to do to please both myself and whoever else before that happens.
Care to post some of your…feet? eh? eh?
No huge failures here yet, but that should change pretty soon here. Maybe I shouldn’t have started skating goofy mongo 10 years ago. Also my awful grades right now, however, that hardly bothers me.
they’re not brand spanking new and don’t vary much, just a select few that I liked. If you’re interested, I have plenty more.
Most recent, this is one of many that had a little plot. This guy is wanted for batshit insane sexual assault by robot cops or something. Afwul scan because I don’t care.
Damn that’s hot! I’m masturbating to them right now.
Does anyone close to you know of your fetish?
Much to my surprise, no. I have it plastered all over my walls and it’s evident that I sneak it in with a lot of my cartoons, but nobody outside of the internet has caught on.
I just swallowed a gum 
Being obsessive compulsive can be pretty bad too. Most everything I read or write has have an amount of syllables divisible by four. Back before the last time the site crashed, all of my posts were like that. I decided to try to stop when the forums came back and it fucking kills me. Whenever I am out and I see street signs and names of buildings I have to keep reading them until they balance out, and that I have to stop reading because I don’t want to go through it anymore. When it is things that I will only see temporarily, I can shorten the word and decrease the amount of syllables in my head. It’s not possible to say out loud, or type, really, but I keep all of the letters while shortening the word. The best way to type it might be something like dig’i[/SIZE]'tal for digital, to make it two syllables instead of one. Unfortunataly, I can’t do this for the more permanant ones. Two of the simple ones from back in shool are from the cafeteria and my math room.
cafeteria-guidancemainofficeattendancedeadattendanceoffice exitgymnasiumvisitorshome
math room-youturninhomeworkyougetbettergradesamistakeisa chancetotryhardermathisstrengthinnumbersincaseoffiretornadoemergencytenentsofmutualrespect
I would repeat these 20-30 times in a 50 minute time period. Just about everywhere I go there is a set thing for me to say in my head like this. There is also a bunch of wierd other things like the way I have to see everything, but those are so insignifigant that they are almost negligible. One of the wierdest things is there is one word, if said of written, I must say it four times. I’ve has to post it on these forums two or three times before. I won’t tell you what it is because I don’t really need to see it typed out for me thirty times. Even now I can’t stop saying it in my head…