Really?
... Do you think this would apply to a counselor at a college health center?
I don't know what the hell I'm going to do now...
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How can I so easily foster such a powerful hate for a man who has never spoken to me, much less wronged me? It's monstrous.
My school (Rutgers-New Brunswick) has several psychologists on their payroll and, for the period of time when I was not-lazy enough to go there, I got pretty good service.
Also, with any luck Anuan, if you're going through the school's health center, it's less "free" and more "folded into your tuition." :smalltongue:
Either way, still trust them. Even if school counsellors never helped me either...
Sorry I vanished for a wee bit. I was out of town a few days...kinda. :smalltongue:
On the subject of school therapists, I had one back in high school whom I've rated as probably THE BEST of all therapists I've seen over my life...and I've seen too many to count. This fear of bad therapists...they're not just in schools, but everywhere. It's up to you to judge if you believe you and your therapist have a good rapport, and whether or not their style of therapy is helping you.
If you are visitng a place with a number of therapists, DON'T BE AFRAID TO ASK TO SEE A NEW ONE! While the therapist shouldn't take it personally, remember that they're human too. Try to get what you need out of the therapy, and if you don't, explain that you feel you might be better off talking to someone else. "Sorry, but I don't think you're the right kind of therapist for me, and I'd like to know if there's someone else around I could talk to." It's that easy.
I would also like to note that you shouldn't dismiss any therapist right away. I had one that I saw for three weeks, and my feedback from her was minimal at best. By week four, I finally said, "Y'know, I've been coming here for help, and you've said very little during my sessions. I was wondering when you were going to start with the therapy stuff."
Her response was excellent. "I can't very well advise you on anything until I know more about you. That's why you've done most of the talking for most our last few sessions. It just happens that I'm ready to start helping, so let's get to it."
The unfortunate part of this particular therapist was that she left the organization I was using just a few months later. (I saw her the day before she left completely, and she'd been given a couple of movie passes as a going away gift...but she wasn't much of a movie person, and she knew of my hobby of writing screenplays, so she gave them to me. :smallsmile: )
Just give it a shot.
Now, I'd like to write more, but I have an extremely busy day tomorrow. I'm getting a new CAM walker, being fitted for diabetic shoes, and have to pay rent (a day late). The really fun part will be trying to get laundry done before I start any of that. Thsi week also involves getting ready to hand over Nike to Arguskos, so I'll try to stop by...but I can't make the promise I will.
Try to take care of each other while I work on organizing my life.
Well my life started to suck again. I guess I should expect any different. As long as people have power over me they get exactly what they want.
I was finally going to move to my Uncles and now the family that has been tutoring me has been doing everything they can to stop me. This is a problem because I need to get two of my classes done before I left this Saturday. I had a strict deadline of this Saturday and now they are saying they won't grade me if I do my schoolwork then.
I guess this means my life will continue to suck until I have nobody with power over me.
Well... seems appropriate to put this here...
I was just informed about my Great Grandmother being unresponsive in her nursing home. Chances are she may die, and now I'm feeling many things.
I'm sad she may pass away, but... I don't feel that mourning that most people feel once a loved one passes or is going to pass soon. I'm not sure why, but it's making me feel heartless, especially when the rest of the family sees I'm the only one who isn't outwardly expressing any of it, let alone not even showing any signs of sadness.
I was never one to cry, and when my Uncle passed, I was quick to accept this. My parents thought that was just because I was young and didn't understand it, but I understood full-well he was dead and nothing could bring him back. I loved him, and especially enjoyed 4th of July at his house, making sure to visit him while he was bed-ridden.
So... why am I feeling like a total guilty arse?
I think that that is perfectly normal.
I too had trouble mourning when my grandmother past. And I also felt more sad about not "mourning" than the mourning itself.
You care because you feel heartless for not showing sadness, and really that's enough.
In some regards similar. My grandfather has cancer in his brains. Ups and downs. Recently, mental ups and physical....:smallsigh:
I'm not sharing the same enthousiam that my family shows when there are ups, or downs when there are downs.
I don't let myself hope, because I fear that the blow will only come harder if I do.....
I unno... I just feel like I have a very "thems the breaks, kiddo" attitude myself, but everyone sees it as me being apathetic and uncaring/unsympathetic cold-spot. It pretty much goes for most social interactions where I seem cold or distant when I'm really just passive and not much of a talker... forums are pretty much the only place I DO talk.
When I first went to a counsellor all sorts of things came pouring out, but I distinctly remember one thing that relates to grief at death. I had said something along the lines of 'My grandfather passed away in January, but I wasn't really sad because really it was a blessing due to his age and his health and how quickly he passed.' The counsellor said that the fact that I could say that it was a blessing showed just how much I cared about him.
So you may not be showing your grief in the same way as your family, but you still care and that's what matters.
Where I've been and why: A little bit preachy, I suppose.
Whoa.
First of all: Damn you're articulate.
Secondly, two bits sort of stuck out to me. The first was the realising that in doing that, you all realised that you "don't want to be dead". Don't really have any comment on that, it just stuck with me <.<
The second was that you "now have a scar that [you] have to explain for the rest of [your] life". My Boy got into some serious self-harm in high school and early uni. I don't hear much about the uni part, except that he nearly died. In high school, he had a sort of a cut-buddy, a girl who also cut. They seem to have pretty much reinforced and encouraged each other to further feats of self-harm. Now, he has scars - BIG ones - all over his body (seriously. Wrists, arms, chest, belly, sides, legs, neck... Everywhere!). Many of them you can see smaller parallel scars, where he had to be stitched up. Until now (he quit), he's pretty much just used his baking job as a cover-up. Every time someone comments he says "yeah, baking burn". They don't look anything like a burn scar, but it's generally enough - either they take the explanation at face value, or they realise he doesn't want to talk about it and swallow their skepticism.
Not really much point to that, except that I've sort of heard that sentiment from another, well-experienced, place.
Oh, and that girl from high school is now into that thing where you hang from hooks pierced through your skin.
Okay...Before I get to others, I'm gonna start with mercurymaline.
That video was exquisite! It seems TRD started a little trend of video posts, and I love it! You see, there's a key element missing from online posts: the verying BEING behind the words. Around 80% of communication is non-verbal, in which body language and tone inflection are key. Here, they tend to be "just a bunch of words." So it's good that people are finding an alternate way of communicating.
About the scar. You actually have a choice when people ask about it. Often, when people ask about something involving me, I ask in return, "Would you like the truth or the happy lie?" Then I give them what they ask for. In your case, you can tell them the truth, and when they start judging you to be "crazy," you can attempt to explain that mental disease is a legitimate ILLNESS, that it had its moment of utter and terrible control over you, and that you harmed yourself. If they continue to believe that you're crazy, you can opt to leave them be. People tend to be cruel long before they are kind. (But, in a way, you now see where I'm coming from...in that it took some living nightmares to get from being one kind of person to another.)
Alternatively, "the happy lie" you can give them is one of heroism! :smallwink: There was a car accident, see? So you rushed into the burning building. And when one of the gunmen opened fire, the bullet his an exposed gas line. The entire factory expoded, but luckily, you were able to find cover behind a tank! Unfortunately, a piece of shrapnel from the grenade skewered your arm, seriously injuring you. But even with your terrible wound, you were able to safe the baby, beloved pets, and/or the priceless crown jewels! :smallbiggrin: Make it as real or unreal as you see fit. When I arrived in high school on a pair of crutches (after I was hit by a car), I rapidly got tired of telling the whole story. I was soon telling people, "I was skydiving out my basement window and my 'chute didn't open. I'm lucky to be alive." (It's amazing how many people didn't get that!)
Really...It's a great and important message, and with your permission, I'd like to make it part of the first post of futre threads, whenever they may come.
And now that you've said the words, try to follow your advice, and mine. Mine, of course, is: BE WELL! :smallsmile:
Okay...Crispy Dave, I regret to tell you that someone, somewhere, at almost all times, will have some kind of hold on you. It'll be family, friends, a boss, a school instructor, or even things, like healthcare and the economy. (No, that's not an open door to discuss politics! Don't go there, people.) It's something you need to simply learn to deal with, and hopefully cope with it well. There are no easy answers in the grand scheme of things, and it's up to you to learn coping skills for when drama like this comes your way.
My sincere recommendation is that you find a professional upon which you can vent. Oh, we're here for you, and you're welcome to PM the beloved Playgrounder of choice...But you can't schedule appointments with us, and most of us aren't trained to help you cope
That, and/or find a vent. It can be the imaginary realm of of a game, in which you can blast zombies to pieces, or something infintely more healthy, like riding a bicycle for hours or lifting weights. Find a way to release your frustrations without harming yourself or others, that's the key.
Should your frustrations reach the point where you do want to harm yourself or others, GET HELP! Merc's message is an excellent one. As the stress starts coming at you, realize that there are consequences to your actions, and that if you don't seek help, you may end up paying a terrible price. Better your emotional explosion be a desperate message on this thread than doing something you can't actually fix.
Meirnon, there is a vast difference between seeimg apathetic and being apathetic. The fact that you posted here tells me that you still genuinely CARE about others, and how they see your actions. If you hadn't posted, then there'd be greater cause for concern.
When others criticize you for your lack of emotion, tell them that this is the way you are. It's not your intent to cause them upset by not breaking down into tears, but this is how you are emotionally. Besides, this is your great grandmother we're talking about. She's probably up there in years, and this should not be a terrible shock to everyone. She has lived a love, fruitfull life, (as evidenced that she has great grandchildren), and hers is a life that should be celebrated, not mourned for.
In fact, that gives me an idea. It may or may not work for you, but lemme run it past you. Organize a small family gathering, making it a "quiet celebration" of your great grandmother. Propose that each person make a toast to her, or recall their most fond memories of her, and YOU be the one to start it off. And you make it clear to your family that you are very aware that you seem emotionally detatched from her illness and probable passing, but that you are very aware of their feelings, and that you organized the gathering as much for them as you did for her.
SHOW THAT YOU CARE! That's the important part. And here's why I stress it...(Yeah, Bor story time)...
When my older brother passed, my father was a wreck. In fact, almost EVERYONE in my family was a wreck...except my biological mother. Her eldest son had just died, and she seemed as cold as can be. Not a tear to be shed in the house for her.
This brought about a brief confrontation between an aunt and my mother. My aunt asked why my mother wasn't grieving, or didn;t appear to be grieving, to which my mother responded, "Someone has to take care of these kids." (She meant me and my younger brother.)
It was an emotional blockade that went up, and never came down. My younger siblings and I paid a terrible price for her never demonstrating that she cared about anyone other than herself. That G-d, fate, or whatever had taken away her eldest son was just another source of perpetual anger, and the children left behind were the ones who suffered for it.
Show that you care. Don't lose touch with all of your emotions. Yes, "them's the breaks, kiddo." "[Stuff] happens." But you don't say these things, and, if anything, you try your best to express otherwise. Perhaps you will never collapse into tears over the loss of a loved one...but by helping others to grieve, you should be showing them that you have a great heart and tremendous caring.
Now, I know I'm forgetting someone, but this is already a lengthy post, and I need to share some news. My move to TN is rapidly approaching, and my life is slowly devolving into chaos. Arguskos is coming for Nike and some of my possessions this weekend, and Stu is checking with his wife as to whether or not she's okay with me moving as soon as possible. WHEN ALL OF THIS HAPPENS, I'm going to be gone for a bit. I have no idea how long it will take me to get back online with my computer, although I'm sure I'll be permitted short stints on his. The thing is that you won't be able to climb the mountain and reach this barbarian monk for dollops of wisdom during that time. Oh, many have managed to live without it, and there are numerous other wise souls here. But for those who might come seeking a reply from me, I'm afraid you'll have to do without it during the transition.
I'll be sure to post something once I know what's what. In the meantime, I thought "forewarned is forearmed." :smallsmile:
That said, all of you BE WELL! (That's an order!) :smallwink:
Be Well!
Take care Bor, hope the move goes as smoothly as can be expected.
Okay...allow me to be clear: It's not happening yet. The move is in motion, and one could see it as happening in "slow motion," but I received word not long after my post that it will probably be toward the end of September. (When I wrote my post, there was the hope it would happen earlier that month.)
On topic with the thread, this is proving to be rather stressful. There's a part of me looking forward to the move, and yet I am loathe to be living in my brother's house, adhering to his rules. One of the big issues that appears to be growing is his political views. (Again, not kicking open the door for a discussion on it.) The thing is, his sources of information are tainted and biased, and he has been throwing these views at me as fact.
Now, there's good reason why politics aren't open for discussion on these boards. It is a subject matter that is ripe for argument, which is bound to devolve into flaming and trolling. I think it's great that it's avoided here, for while I believe I could hold a political argument in a dignified manner, others may not be able to do so. And my brother is not one of those people who can control themselves on such a topic.
Then there's the growing list of things I'll be doing inside his home. Oh, I wouldn't mind watching my nephew every now and again, but it's being turned into a job...a job I will not be paid for, and, to be realistic, I will be paying for it instead. No discount has been offered on my rent for services that will be enforced on me. If anything, my brother is adding to my living expenses by insisting I get a cell phone on his family plan, for which I will have to pay my portion of the bill. I'd need a phone anyway, but he's making the choices for me with little or no discussion.
I was under the impression that this move was for me to be close to caring family and grant me a degree of financial relief. Instead, my brother is talking about a wireless service for Internet access, the cell phone, paying for satellite TV that I've lived without for five years...Where is the decreased stress that people wanted me to have?
There was also a recent discussion about shipping my computer to TN. This is becoming a bigger deal than I ever wanted it to be. Stu, without really getting my approval, is thinking I should give up my computer and just buy a new one when I get there. Well, I'm glad he's considering all this for me, but who's going to pay for it? "Well, I can use my Best Buy card, and you can pay me back." I can? Bottom of the line computers seem to cost around $500, and I'd want a computer that can handle high graphics demand (for my beloved games that keep me somewhat sane), plenty of memory for my writing, and the capacity to handle a home-run business should I find myself in a position to start marketing the aforementioned writing. That's not a $500 computer.
"You can do this. You can't do that. You'll have to do this. You won't ever be allowed to do that." I'm not 42 and living like an adult...I'm 12 and being forced to take Bar Mitzvah lessons all over again. (G-d, how often did I come home in tears after that drama?) :smallfrown:
Existing under my brother's roof will be a short-lived experience if this is how things are going to be...but for the moment, I have little choice. I'm simply going to have to see how things will work out before passing final judgment.
Sorry, folks, but I'm afraid it's time for me to have a meltdown of my own. Feraing that I might use some kind of colorful language when writing it, I put it on my blog. Here it is, with no foul language that I can see. Amazing, really, when one considers how upset I truly am. Your thoughts and suggestions are welcomed.
+Rob
*Hugs everyone*
*HUGS BOR (and everyone else... thanks for the help, really, and I wish I could help with yours)*
Sorry to hear about your Brother, Bor. He's family, and that kind of tie isn't just supposed to be about money. You were doing this to make him happy, getting ready to just pack up and leave, and he just wanted you there because you could help pay the bills... terribly sorry to read of your troubles, and I can only hope that sincerity will bring you two back together and make you both happy.
Bor: I've emailed you.
Why is it surprising that I'm articulate?
I've been telling people this new scar is anything from a car accident to wresting a bear. Helps that I was actually in a car accident a few months back, so it doesn't feel too much like lying. Most of my old scars I've tattooed over, but this literally redesigned the landscape of my arm, so it's gonna be a bit odd.
I've been attacked by a mountain lion, and know a girl who was mauled by a bear. Close enough.
I didn't sleep at all last night. My entire being is brimming with rage at the stupidity I've been forced to endure at the hands of my family. :smallfurious: And I'm waiting...waiting...knowing that at some time today, my father is probably going to call to berate me for having ruined what he believes was a good thing. And what he probably doesn't know is that my brother has been slowly adding more and more expenses to the move to TN. A few dollars here...a few dollars there...and all under the idea that my rent was set in stone.
So I had the "audacity" to ask for my rent to be reduced to approximately one third of my monthly income. (I based the number on programs I've been trying to get into.) Perhaps I should have kept my mouth shut, and surprised my brother after the very first time I was left alone to watch over my nephew. Stu comes home, and I present him with a bill for $20. Knowing him, he'd think I was kidding and refuse to pay. And so it would go, with him leaving me to watch his son, while also expecting me to pay $350 a month for that "privilege." Then - surprise, surprise! - the next month rolls around, and he holds out his hand for rent...to which I hand him another bill as to what he still owes ME for babysitting/nanny duties. I can almost imagine the fit he would have, as he had just such a fit last night.
I could also have insisted on an itemized bill. If he wants to play this "money game," I can play by his rules and ask him to provide the precise numbers for the cost of my living there. I could probably easily afford a fifth of the water and electric bills, as well as make a monthly contribution toward food. My figures, of course, would come from past bills, as they could leave lights on and keep water running for the sake of running up the bill...never quite realizing that as they try to gouge my pockets for more money, they increase their shares as well.
Yeah...this is me seeking revenge. Bor, "the super-nice guy." But you'll note that no laws would be broken. No vandalizing the house, or plans to hurt anyone. It's just me turning the tables on my brother, with his ongoing desire to throw numbers at me. I would owe this amount for that, and that amount for this. How many times have I pointed out to him that I live BENEATH poverty level? (I've honestly lost count.) He thinks by offering me around $115 less than the rent I pay now that he can start digging deeper into my pockets?!? If I had that kind of money, I wouldn't perpetually be looking for help, nor would I be making this move, because I'd be able to afford the medical care I need.
The irony is that he's creating more problems for himself than he is for me. Oh, I'll have a few trials ahead of me, and they'll be VERY hard to get through. But he just got a job, and his intention was to tell his employers upon my arrival that he could extend his hours, thereby making himself more available. More availability means more work, which means more money in his paycheck. But now that he's thrown a fit and called off my move, he's stuck. His wife is not only working full-time, but also going to school to become a nurse. Stu will have to start spending more money, specifically on gas, as he drives his son to and from our biological mother's place. Spending more money, getting fewer hours...Yes, calling off this move was a brilliant bit of thinking on his part.
He not only cut his work hours on his own, but shut down ALL of the money I would have given him. I mean, even with the reduction I only ASKED about, it would have been an extra $275 for their living expenses. By reducing my rent, I would have more easily been able to pay off all the little extras he was starting to tack on. He probably would have had $350 total ANYWAY! Now he gets nothing.
But what kills me is some of the expenses that he's paying for now. Sure, we all need our little luxuries. I, myself, allow myself one, in that I occasionally succumb to boredom and pay into City of Heroes. That's all of $15 I shouldn't be spending, but...well, without it, I'd honestly have a lot more nothing to do with my days. But Stu has Satellite TV, and frequently talks about the possibility of adding the premium movie channels...and complains he doesn't have money?!? :smallconfused: Then there's his wife's repeated trips (almost monthly, and sometimes more often than that) to an amusement park called "Dollywood." And she complains she doesn't have money?!? :smallconfused: Then there's the occasional road trip to visit family and friends whom they've been in touch with by phone plenty; visiting is nice, but it's a desire, not a need. And THEY BOTH complain they don't have money?!?!? :smallconfused:
Sure...I'll let them start squeezing me for more money for various expenses the moment they stop flushing money down the toilet.
I really am seething over this, and the loss of a night's sleep is certainly not helping me to think any clearer. I'm fighting the urge to call my father and make it incredibly clear that I'm done. This blatant lie that I would be welcome in my brother's house has cut me to my existential core. My brother and his wife never wanted me; all they wanted was the rent money. And since I only asked about it being reduced, with the result of my brother saying that his wife had already made it clear no such thing would ever happen, the disturbing truth is laid before me. Sadly, I've been walking around, repeating the lie I was told. "I'm moving to TN because my family wants me closer to relatives who can watch over me as I becoming increasingly ill." The unfortunate reality is that I was apparently planning a move to TN because my brother and his wife wanted someone else to pay to live in their house.
I must confess, however, that this is my fault to a degree. The plan to move should never have gone on this long with the information that'd been given me. You see, prior to my brother finding part-time work, his wife was so desperate for another income that she was considering renting our a room to A TOTAL STRANGER! To do this, they would need to lock up whatever they deem valuable at all times; this would mean locks (that would need to be bought and installed) on all bedroom doors. Then sit back and pray that this person would do no harm to them or their property. And would you like to know what my sister-in-law thought was a good price to rent a room? This is NOT a joke: $500!
*sigh*
I'm so glad all of this fell apart before I was there, and had to actually live among the rubble of this family explosion. People are already making suggestions via PM and e-mail, and I have a PM in to Roland about establishing...well, I'll keep it a mystery for the time being, as I don't want to dig a hole I can't climb out of.
But I would like to make an important note about the blog post I linked last night. Throughout that post, I made my best efforts not to refer to my friends here as "strangers." Though some are quite strange...:smallwink:..., I see none of my friends here as strangers. You are more like family than my blood relations. If not for this very community, last night would have been much more traumatic, (which is somewhat hard to believe). My love and concern for many people here has come to outweigh that which normally existed for people who've known me for decades. There may come a time when I find myself without a roof over my head...but I will always have a home, right here at GitP. Some of you praise me for having saved your lives by giving you the empathy you so desperately needed...? Well, you have done the same for me. That said, let us all work to...
BE WELL!!! :smile:
Be well! *hugs*
I don't really have any advice that I could give you, Bor. Other than "Be Well", of course. I do hope that things work out for you. *hugs*
Okay...Right there! Two of the key players in holding my brain together. Slayer Draco and DD represent those whom I consider to be part of the wonder that is GitP. Not that I wish ill upon you two, or anyone, but when you have problems, I have the opportunity to demonstrate the very best inside me. Several things tend to happen.
1. I spew advice. I can't say exactly if the advice is good or bad, but I try to help in some way. Just by making the effort, which seems only too rare among the populace of Earth, I feel better about myself.
2. People respond to the advice. They might agree, expand upon the information that was given in earlier posts, or counter what I said. What's ultimately nice is that that last never comes with maligned intent or (written) tone. "No, Bor...That won't work because (insert reason it won't work)."
3. Four magical words: "Thank you for caring." In many cases, that's all people want when they come here. They want to know that they're not alone. They want their woes validated and for someone to say something in an effort to lend aid. Sometimes, the only thing that can be offer are e-hugs. While it's not the same as a warm embrace, "*hugs*" carries the lengthier message, "If you were here, or I was there, I would hold you for a bit in the hopes that that, all by itself, would make things better for you." If that doesn't make my spirit soar, it certainly helps it from completely falling flat.
This is actually especially true about DD...It's why I call him my "Little Buddy." He's the little brother I'd RATHER have than the "little" brothers I DO have. :smallsmile:
Somehow, I keep imagining that if any Playgrounder was in my brother's shoes, we'd be fighting over the rent like so:
Me: Look...I'm here. I'm using your water, and burning through electricity...I'm eating your food. It's not fair to just be here and not help in some way. Please...take this $275 and use it toward the bills, and maybe treat yourself to a movie.
Playgrounder: No, Rob...We don't know what tomorrow might bring, so it's probably wiser if you held onto your money.
Me: Okay, that's tomorrow, and I'll worry about it when it gets here. Today, I want to pay you some rent so you can take care of some of the expenses.
Playgrounder: Keep your money. You already get so little, it just doesn't seem fair to take any money from you for any reason.
Me: Nothing in this world comes free like that. You can't call the power company and ask them to discount your bill because the extra power is being used by "a man so famous that he's INfamous," Bor. At least show me the bill and we can divide that one between us.
Playgrounder: *starts shredding the power bill* Oops. No bill, no money from Rob. Wasn't that a curious thing?
Me: Ugh! Okay, fine! At least let me order in some dinner for us.
Playgrounder: That's a great idea, as long as I get to pay for it.
Me: You do realize most people don't have a fight over who's nicer.
Playgrounder: You're nicer.
Me: No, you are.
Playgrounder: No, you are!
Me: Impossible. You're being much too nice right now!
Playgrounder: It's a rare moment. You're always nice.
Me: Nuh uh!
Playgrounder: Uh huh!
Me: Am not!
Playgrounder: Are too!
Me: I'm a jerk!
Playgrounder: No, I'M a jerk!
Right around there, someone throws the first punch. :smalltongue:
I just wish my own family would be that stubbornly nice. They don't see me for who I've become, but instead as who I once was. No matter how many times I try to demonstrate them otherwise, they still see me as the selfish, obnoxious bastard of old, and they make every effort to see that side of me rise to the surface so they can announce, "See? You're still the same (insert cuss of choice) we always knew you were."
And I also think they don't believe friends like the ones I've made here exist. When I spoke of Arguskos coming to collect Nike and a few of my things, the instant response was one of suspicion. It's beyond their comprehension that I might have met some of the world's greatest people here, and they can't understand how I've managed to befriend you folks. When I speak of the kindness I give and receive, my father responds as though I'm speaking of some sort of bizarre, alien ritual. :smallfrown:
Oy vey! Exhaustion, coupled with anger...a rambling post they do make.
I'm going to try and make some calls to see where my life is, and I suspect there'll be more posting by yours truly as I discover my family's growing inhumanity. :smalleek:
Thank G-d I have my friends here!
This made me laugh.
One thing I like about the Playground, I pop into the Depression thread to see if I can help, and I find all you wonderful people are already over it like ants on a picnic.
^.^
Anyway: Bor:
The excanhge would go more like this.
"Okay, you want to pay rent? Fifty dollars. The fee can be waived by me at your request if you're having a tough time finacially. Now give me the money so you can stop feeling guilty, cause I don't want you to feel guilty."