Re: Rants

[caliseivy]

Okay if you're going to keep burning the damn biscuits I'm not going to waste money buying them anymore. It's not like I'm even eating them anymore since they're browned enough to lose most of their flavor and I've never been a fan of crunchy bread. When did you decide this was how they were to be made from now on?
don't act confused and disappointed when I say I'm not getting any since I've told you more than once I don't like toast.

[Guest]

You know how people say it's the little good things that can make your day all the better? Well, I also feel like the little bad things have an equal an opposite effect.

Another day, another wanker flipping me the bird from his car as he drives by for absolutely no reason than, apparently, how I look.

Ah well, at least you give an indicator that if you opened your mouth everyone would be sprayed with faeces. Not everyone is so kind and just coat everyone in their vile refuse. But not you, sir. No, you indicate you're ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag so everyone can preemptively duck for cover! So, I'd like to say thanks for being so thoughtful. It's certainly a fucking rarity, that's for sure.

[The Wisp]

Ugh, what an evening. I've been home alone the past few days as my parents are out of town. I was on edge tonight with some free-floating anxiety. About an hour and a half ago, I smelled something like a faint gas smell which set off a mini-panic attack. I took an anxiety pill, put my dog in the car and drove around for a half hour to clear my head. I came back to the house, and as I walked in a still smelled that faint smell. I didn't take the time to walk around and see if it was elsewhere. I called my mom, and she told me to call a friend of hers, who came over with her son to see if they could smell anything. Neither did   

I smelled it still for a brief moment when I walked in, but then couldn't smell it. We closed the valve for the natural gas fireplace as a precaution, and then they left, offering me a place to stay if the smell came back or I freaked out. They were very nice about it. I also moved the carbon monoxide detector to the main floor to ease my mind (I'll move it back upstairs when I go to bed tonight). 

The smell was probably from some chemical a cleaner used to clear the natural gas fireplace that you smell when you first turn the fireplace on. Ugh. I should've known nothing was up, as my dog wasn't acting weird and the smell was faint (I'm very sensitive, including to smell).

Clearly, I'm not ready to live on my own at this point. 

[nearly_takuan]

Wisp, I hope this comment isn't unwelcome in response to a Rant, but I actually think being willing to admit you were afraid of something that really could have been dangerous and reach out for help, instead of dismissing your own thoughts and feelings as idle paranoia or anxiety and refusing to tell anyone, showed a lot of courage. I hope you do the same thing in the future. We're always trying to make sense of things from limited information; sometimes we just make the wrong call, but that doesn't mean you're a hypochondriac or too sensitive.

I think your sensitivity to odd smells exists for a reason. By that I don't mean there's a grand cosmic plan that will ultimately vindicate your superhuman olfactory senses. I mean genetic variance in humans allows for some individuals to notice and be alerted by wrong smells more easily than others, as a warning system that would have helped a pack of humans survive without needing to exist in every human. Maybe in your case it's amplified further by a tendency toward anxiety, but that doesn't mean you should ignore the basic instinct. Izmuth's point about poisonous vapors seeming to lose their scent over time as they literally shut down your senses was also on my mind when I read your story.

You know how people say it's the little good things that can make your day all the better? Well, I also feel like the little bad things have an equal an opposite effect.

Another day, another wanker flipping me the bird from his car as he drives by for absolutely no reason than, apparently, how I look.

Ah well, at least you give an indicator that if you opened your mouth everyone would be sprayed with faeces. Not everyone is so kind and just coat everyone in their vile refuse. But not you, sir. No, you indicate you're ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag so everyone can preemptively duck for cover! So, I'd like to say thanks for being so thoughtful. It's certainly a fucking rarity, that's for sure.

Tell me about it. Whether it's a new acquaintance saying she thinks I'd fit in at an arcade I've heard has an extremely toxic and pushy "worst of the nerds" kind of culture, responding to my remark that I've never been / attempt to change the subject by insisting that I should definitely go see some time, and then later remarking that she just remembered the arcade is only for 21+...

...or the movie theater cashier, who was all too happy to wait patiently for two giggling twenty-something girls to describe the movie they wanted to see, and pretend to laugh with them, literally scowling at me the entire time as I approach, state simply "one for (movie)", and pay in cash...

...or the pack of people who believe they should board the train before I, waiting right in front of the door from the moment it opens, may attempt to move by them and leave...

...or the "friends" who not only struggle to comprehend that I cannot and do not mean to speak for all of my kind, but also apparently have trouble even believing or understanding what I say about myself...

...or just the strangers I never do meet but hear, or see, or learn about when they make statements so ignorant and bigoted they go beyond foolish or insensitive and all the way into actively malicious...

I wish I was as patient and articulate as Mista J always seems to be. I try to be. I know I'm probably only seeing the best sides of a whole person when I see him in action, but whatever the other sides may look like, the man's a hero to me if he isn't a saint.

[Guest]

Ugh, what an evening. I've been home alone the past few days as my parents are out of town. I was on edge tonight with some free-floating anxiety. 

Clearly, I'm not ready to live on my own at this point. 

If it helps Wisp, you're not alone in feeling anxiety when you're in an empty house.

Earlier this year, I was overseas for my sister's wedding and had to come back early in time for my uni classes (It was the first time I'd ever travelled by myself).

That night as I lay in bed, I started feeling deeply uncomfortable, to the point where I broke down. I felt so bad that I made an overseas call to my Mom (I was scared Ok, shuddup).

And I felt a less intense version of that feeling (seriously, I don't know what to call it) a while after I woke up the next day. I'd experienced progressively lesser and lesser intense feelings a few other times in the days that followed.

I can't put my finger on the exact reason for my distress. Maybe, it was the silence of being in the house alone. Maybe I just felt that visceral feeling of loneliness and couldn't handle it. Who knows...

So yeah, it's not just you.

Also there was a time when my Mum smelt gas in the house that no one else could smell. Except in her case, it was due to a severe sinus infection/block...

[Werel]

Wisp, I hope this comment isn't unwelcome in response to a Rant, but I actually think being willing to admit you were afraid of something that really could have been dangerous and reach out for help, instead of dismissing your own thoughts and feelings as idle paranoia or anxiety and refusing to tell anyone, showed a lot of courage. I hope you do the same thing in the future. We're always trying to make sense of things from limited information; sometimes we just make the wrong call, but that doesn't mean you're a hypochondriac or too sensitive.

Yes! Sometimes the hardest part for people with anxiety is actually listening to the alarm bells when appropriate, and that sounds like an appropriate time (few consequences for paying attention, potentially disastrous consequences for ignoring it). Better a false alarm than you die of gas poisoning.  

I wish I was as patient and articulate as Mista J always seems to be. I try to be. I know I'm probably only seeing the best sides of a whole person when I see him in action, but whatever the other sides may look like, the man's a hero to me if he isn't a saint.

I think I'm thinking of the wrong Mista J. Please set me right.

[Guest]

Uhhh what? Bug in the system? I had a post here but it disappeared.

Seriously what the fuck.

[nearly_takuan]

I think I'm thinking of the wrong Mista J. Please set me right.

Then I did it right!

But yeah, pet nickname I came up with for David Jay (AVEN founder guy) 'cause of the whole playing card thing.

[Robjection]

Lovin' this pic!

Anyway, you know those things on the front of your car? We call them headlights and they're there so that, when you turn them on, not only can you see other vehicles on the road but other people can see yours. This is important for times of day when there's not a lot of natural light, such as 4:30pm on a typical December day. It's important for other drivers to be able to see you so that they don't nearly crash into you when you decide to try overtaking them just before getting to the part of the road where it goes from two lanes to one, despite the fact that behind the other driver is a gap you could fit a train in.

But no, apparently the rules of the road don't apply to some people.

[Enail]

Dear uterus,

Nobody likes you. This is because you are a HUGE JERK. Throwing a tantrum about it isn't going to win you any party invites.

Ragefully yours,

The rest of Enail

[LadyIkaros]

Your uterus and mine should totally go live on a deserted island together.

Also, I think I've proven beyond reasonable doubt that I am not afraid of a little scalpel action, and that organs who're more trouble than they're worth will be eliminated - you might want to take that into account, uterus.

[WJMorris3]

*sigh* I hate being in pain from the recent car accident. I'm fine, mind you, but the car has seen better days:

[Gentleman Johnny]

Dear uterus,

Nobody likes you. This is because you are a HUGE JERK. Throwing a tantrum about it isn't going to win you any party invites.

Ragefully yours,

The rest of Enail

[reboot]

Damn, wjmorris, that looks nasty. Glad to hear you are OK (pain excepted)

[Enail]

Glad you're okay, WJMorris. Hope you recover fully soon!

[eselle28]

Oh, ouch, poor car! I hope all the humans involved, especially you, are doing okay and that all the annoyances that come with car accidents pass by quickly.

[InkAndComb]

So I've been struggling back and forth with this, but I just can't do it anymore.  

I love all ya'll buddies, I love my lady friends I'm making, but for the love of whatever God/Jesus you are worshipping I do not want to go to church with you! I don't want to go to jesus club! I don't want to go to the modern version, the old version, the 'hip church' or whatever, I just don't want to go to church with my friends!
 I don't want any more drunk conversations of "but WHY can't you feel connected to god when I do?!" , or "If it wasn't for god I wouldn't have made it through my cancer, have you heard the good word?!" or "If you found a good church, maybe that would help with your depression!"
  I feel spiritual when I'm surrounded by people doing things for a purpose greater than themselves.  When we all sing, and we're in unity, and we aren't individuals in the chorus but we are THE MUSIC, I feel Other Connectedness.  When I went to a christian music festival, and the preaching stopped, but people were sharing food with people who had literally walked across the nation, people they NEVER MET, that's when I felt that Connection.  When I was crying in a bathroom stall because my best friend was angry at me,and my glasses had fallen off, and a stranger I still don't know to this day came in and comforted me and told me that friendships that are real don't break over a single fight, girl don't worry, THAT is when I felt Connected to people.
  It is the action of an individual or group towards something Bigger Than Themselves that I feel Spiritual, not in the worship of a figure or an idea.  It is the actions that unite us to rise above being who we are to be something Greater.  Why do I need to "hear god's voice" when hearing our voices united is so tangible, so strong? Why do I have to believe in a magical figure in the sky, or someone with magic powers? Isn't believing in people SO MUCH HARDER and so much more VISCERAL and REAL?!
And why does it matter if I go to frickin' basic or whatever, my beliefs are based in my experiences not in the guided word of an individual Does that mean they don't have worth? Ugh.

[Caffeinated]

When we all sing, and we're in unity, and we aren't individuals in the chorus but we are THE MUSIC, I feel Other Connectedness.  

That's beautiful. And so true.

[Guest]

You know how people say it's the little good things that can make your day all the better? Well, I also feel like the little bad things have an equal an opposite effect.

Another day, another wanker flipping me the bird from his car as he drives by for absolutely no reason than, apparently, how I look.

Ah well, at least you give an indicator that if you opened your mouth everyone would be sprayed with faeces. Not everyone is so kind and just coat everyone in their vile refuse. But not you, sir. No, you indicate you're ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag so everyone can preemptively duck for cover! So, I'd like to say thanks for being so thoughtful. It's certainly a fucking rarity, that's for sure.

Tell me about it. Whether it's a new acquaintance saying she thinks I'd fit in at an arcade I've heard has an extremely toxic and pushy "worst of the nerds" kind of culture, responding to my remark that I've never been / attempt to change the subject by insisting that I should definitely go see some time, and then later remarking that she just remembered the arcade is only for 21+...

...or the movie theater cashier, who was all too happy to wait patiently for two giggling twenty-something girls to describe the movie they wanted to see, and pretend to laugh with them, literally scowling at me the entire time as I approach, state simply "one for (movie)", and pay in cash...

...or the pack of people who believe they should board the train before I, waiting right in front of the door from the moment it opens, may attempt to move by them and leave...

...or the "friends" who not only struggle to comprehend that I cannot and do not mean to speak for all of my kind, but also apparently have trouble even believing or understanding what I say about myself...

...or just the strangers I never do meet but hear, or see, or learn about when they make statements so ignorant and bigoted they go beyond foolish or insensitive and all the way into actively malicious...

I wish I was as patient and articulate as Mista J always seems to be. I try to be. I know I'm probably only seeing the best sides of a whole person when I see him in action, but whatever the other sides may look like, the man's a hero to me if he isn't a saint.

I think what bothers me most about these moments is I'm such a spineless sack of crap myself I just let the other person walk all over me when this stuff happens. I mean, I don't imagine I pull a reddit/tumblr level ThatHappened event, but holy shit am I a coward.

[Guest]

Reading through my own posts just leaves me depressed.

I don't even wanna play vidya anymore...

[BasedBuzzed]

Screw you, Congress, for letting this pass: http://thehill.com/policy/technology/226752-gop-rep-attempted-late-bid-to-kill-spy-bill

[caliseivy]

Okay you had a week, at the least a few days, to come to campus and take your final exam. Not only did you wait until the last day, three hours before the center closes, to come take your urgent make or break final test, but you didn't even bring your ID which I'm sure you knew you needed since it's in every syllabus and you've had to take previous tests at the center.
Now because you either left it at home or lost it and never bothered to replace it sooner you're going to get mad at me because I can't make one for you so you'll have to go one building over to get the replacement to take your test?
If I get one more student who gives me attitude because of their screw up I think I'm going to hurt someone's feelings

[Guest]

If I get one more student who gives me attitude because of their screw up I think I'm going to hurt someone's feelings

[username_6916]

Screw you, Congress, for letting this pass: http://thehill.com/policy/technology/226752-gop-rep-attempted-late-bid-to-kill-spy-bill

Okay, learning how to use/setting up GPG just moved up my list of priorities.

[Guest]

No other place to really put this, but there's a hostage situation going on in a Lindt Cafe in Sydney right now. I've been to that exact cafe before because it's across the road from a place I've been to on work.

More than one location has been evacuated across the city, including the Opera House.

This will not end well, I fear.

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