• The Super Friendly Social and Love Advice Thread v3 - February
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[QUOTE=JgcxCub;37556350]Can we please keep this civil? From what I gather, yes, Breen has made a mistake, but unless I'm mistaken (which is by no means impossible) I think you guys are being a little harsh, which just kinda' means he'll stop listening, even if you may be correct. Let's be nice to each other, and if someone is clearly not going to listen, express as clearly as possible what mistakes they are making and leave it at that. :)[/QUOTE] Shit happens often, general consensus dont agree / gang opinion is rammed down that persons throat.
I've always wanted to be in a gang.
I was in a perceived gang when I was at school VGP, to us it stood for very good people but in the eyes of our teachers / people who wanted to catch us. It stood for violence guns packi's. Those last few weeks before our final exams were a blast.
BDA, if she offers you some pot, just tell her you can't as a very good friend of yours once OD'd on weed needles and it hurts too much to even be near the drug. When she gives you the biggest "What the Christ?" face, just say "I'm just messing with you. I'm not a smoker" and she'll understand. You'll probably lose her as a friend though. Because my advice would make you seem extremely weird.
i think BDA knows how to crack jokes lol
So a few days ago I met a girl and now she doesn't recognize me anymore. And she's really shy and shit so what should I do if I do talk to her again, especially considering I'm just as bad as her and we had a lot of long awkward silences.
[QUOTE=thisispain;37559595]i think BDA knows how to crack jokes lol[/QUOTE] It seems I don't :v:
[QUOTE=Taepodong-2;37559656]So a few days ago I met a girl and now she doesn't recognize me anymore. And she's really shy and shit so what should I do if I do talk to her again, especially considering I'm just as bad as her and we had a lot of long awkward silences.[/QUOTE] gonna be honest, i thought my only rl friend was a different person for 7 months before i ran into him in a bookstore and didn't have any idea who he was until he messaged me online later. don't take it personally, some people are just bad with faces [editline]6th September 2012[/editline] it was pretty funny actually, once i ended up sitting down and talking to the guy i thought he was for an hour. "oh you're a music major? that's funny, i thought you were a chemist.."
[QUOTE=Guy Mannly;37559776]gonna be honest, i thought my only rl friend was a different person for 7 months before i ran into him in a bookstore and didn't have any idea who he was until he messaged me online later. don't take it personally, some people are just bad with faces [editline]6th September 2012[/editline] it was pretty funny actually, once i ended up sitting down and talking to the guy i thought he was for an hour. "oh you're a music major? that's funny, i thought you were a chemist.."[/QUOTE] I'm just worried she thought I was boring or something. But then again yeah I haven't seen her again until today and haven't really talked to her since saturday.
that's probably not the case, i'm sure she would've (or wouldn't've) remembered talking to you whether or not she enjoyed the conversation.
I have no idea how people can remember names and faces so easily. I had a girl walk up to me at the mall last year and tell me that she remembered me from her third grade class. I'd almost forgotten that I'd ever even [I]been[/I] in the third grade.
[QUOTE=Big Dumb American;37560114]I have no idea how people can remember names and faces so easily. I had a girl walk up to me at the mall last year and tell me that she remembered me from her third grade class. I'd almost forgotten that I'd ever even [I]been[/I] in the third grade.[/QUOTE] I had a guy come up to me senior year of high school who remembered I was in his second grade class. Though I remembered him as well, so I guess we're both freakish.
Nerds!
I eventually asked that chick out, and she accepted. Success.
good job initiate detonate
[QUOTE=Big Dumb American;37560114]I have no idea how people can remember names and faces so easily. I had a girl walk up to me at the mall last year and tell me that she remembered me from her third grade class. I'd almost forgotten that I'd ever even [I]been[/I] in the third grade.[/QUOTE] I'm exactly the same. I started college yesterday, and met about 10-15 people, all of which remember my name, but I remember none of theirs. It's starting to annoy me how bad I am at remembering names!
I'm excellent at remembering names and faces, but I'm not that good when it comes to communication itself. Maybe it's related!
in more general terms, i can remember almost anything i see, i just can't remember anything involving language/words/conversations
I only ever remember the important bullet points of whatever goes down around me. My imagination fills in the rest with "whatever feels about right." I'd make a pretty terrible eyewitness, but at least I can write an entertaining diary. [editline]6th September 2012[/editline] I joined a free dating website for my area, but it's a total joke. The dude:lady ratio is hilarious. Any woman even slightly desirable has an inbox that seems to fill up daily. I've sent out probably thirty messages to interesting girls, and I never hear diddly back. I have gotten four messages from women I'd never be interested in dating though. At least I take the time to reply and have a nice chat with them! I think I'll stick to meeting women in real life.
oh wow you actually joined one? i didnt think people actually use them, i can never see myself using one
Well today was successful. Got a text put down on my final school work, got myself a place as a game review and article writer at a web-page. And I thought that the day could not get any better I managed to get a girls number and a date with her for tomorrow. Did not happen today as I was not able to go to the fireworks show with her due to my Krav Maga practice and she didn't feel like hanging out after that as she put it "it's fucking cold outside". At the practice I finally got this one quite cool guy as my practice partner for the first time. And he shared some pretty cool stuff with me on how to take someone down with nervepoints and whatnot. Although he managed to hurt my shoulder with one of his demonstrations as he usually practices that stuff with his girlfriend significantly more flexible than I am. Then I also got to practice with her too, cool girl and all. We had a good amount of laughs. At midnight a friend of mine asks me if I could help him get his girlfriend home. So off I head to the big-city with him to get her. She just turned 18 and her first night with her didn't go too smooth as she ain't too great with holding alcohol inside. He seemed find it funny, where as I didn't and less so as he though it was funny (as told by his trademark grin). My shoulder is still hurting a bit though and it did not feel too good to do sharper turns with it.
[QUOTE=NuclearAnnhilation;37566765]oh wow you actually joined one? i didnt think people actually use them, i can never see myself using one[/QUOTE] I thought it might be a good place to meet local people! I work full-time at a hotel, at which the only other available employee is the girl who I just broke up with, and she [I]really[/I] burnt the bridge on that one, and I spend the rest of my time at school or doing homework or working with one of my clubs at the college! Not much time to go out and try to meet people, and I didn't want to sit around for another six months and wait for another opportunity to fall in my lap. Anyway, experiment's over: online dating sites aren't a very good place to meet anybody, unless you're an attractive woman, in which case you will be spammed wicked hardcore, every day. Maybe a cute new girl will join one of my clubs, or something.
I also joined a dating site not too long ago. So far it has been mostly just browsing as criteria are hard too meet. Those being single, appropriate age, living somewhat close. And boy is it kinda humorous to see all the pretty girls pages be full of posts filled with context of sexual innuendo. Best one so far being some (seemingly) Turkish guy saying to one girl: "Ay girl! You look pretty. Want fuk? And not to mention the copious amounts of guys having their profile pics of them posing shirtless. It's unoriginal and makes you look like a tool.
Oh god, taking in a resume and such to a business tomorrow. HALP. Also my art teachers advising me were telling me to give him my meager portfolio right off, but does that seem a bit jumping the gun? Should I just give him the cover letter and resume and wait? I don't know what to do. It's not a job i'm actually likely to get either, but one of those try for it anyway cause it is amazing if you get it. Tips please? What to do before I hyperventilate and run out the door.
The following is a story-of-my-life wall of text. I am posting because i need to vent. You don't need to respond. Also i can remember faces really well, but i don't hold names that great. From the beginning. My biological parents divorced when i was nine or ten. As a result i never really created that strong of a bond with my family, except for maybe my closest-in-age brother. So i finished elementary school no problem, save for the emd of sixth grade where i realized that i really didn't like some kids. However, seventh grade (seven years ago) is where my demons grabbed a hold of me. They held me strong, all the way to freshman year. While i had them running along with me, i didn't work toward school at all. I didn't fucking care. Why should i? My parents ruined the most amazing quiet life. As well, i developed bullying as a defense. I had a few friends that were really, and honestly my friends despite the massive asshole i was to them and others. I would coerce them to gain what i wanted and just plain insult them. Others i also intimidated and harassed both mentally and physically. Those friends were the only reasoni mever thought about "getting out". But i was never happy about what i did, save for a few kids i harassed, and i never was fulfilled in anything. Just hollow, but hanging on because of these few fuckers that somehow see worth in me. Then a new program opened up i washington, coming sophomore year, that would let me take classes at digipen, which is fifteen minutes from my dad's house. This was awesome because then reese and i could go to school, we could carpool everywhere (he was a senior). It was also neat because i go to dip my toes in game programming. And my oldest biological brother, now a marine, had some really fun church friends that were nice. I made friends with them and in turn gained a whole new life. I am lucky. I got to start over. That five/six year depression could finally just hang in the past. Fuck it, right? Wrong. My step mom raised her kids entirely differnet from how my mother raised me. I was able to get away with anything because my mom wasn't very strongwilled. If i have taken advantage over anyone, it has been my mother which pisses me off. I hate that i do that. Anyway, point is, i got this bitch called Ellen crawling all over my back bitching about how i have no hope of a future unless i get all kinds of A's and B's. Well that's impractical because i have a habit of not doing anything. But i managed to get only a c at the lowest. That's after a background of only two passing grades that are math (because tests are seventy percent of the class) and speech (because i can fucking talk) that seems pretty fucking good to me! But guess what? Fucking Ellen is mad because i didn't get all a's even though i am quite capable and- as if i don't already fucking know that i haven't used my potential is six years! As if i don't fuckin know that i didn't get the grades i want! I am my biggest critic. No one can even come close to the fucking demons in my head. Sk fucking rampamt. But on top of that i have teachers, and best of all, the two fucking parents i live with letting me fucking know that i failing. I can't even type this without the strss causing me tears. And any fucking attempt i give to explain, i a "conversation" they "want" to have is met with, "Stop making damn excuses, marcus!" anyway, i make a fucking year wihout failing, and this next, junior year, a year ago, i can do running start. This let's me take college courses, at college (surprise) for college and high school credit. Effectively two birds, one stone. I was psyched about it. Maybe this school will challenge my intellect! Fuck that. Community college is pretty simple. At least, for me. So i treat it non-chalantly. An A and a B first quarter, an A a B and a C next quarter. And by spring quarter, i start to get lazy. So i had to withdraw from one class, and then i failed two others. Somehow that one third of the school year equates to half the school year, and is a consistently negative path. So now i get to hear all about how i failed half my school last year and how it was a terribke idea and how i need to be fucking micromanaged and blahblahfuckingblah. So this year i (read: my parents forced me to) elected to go back to my kindergart- high school. And today was my second day. Yesterday was the first day, and the night before i could not sleep i only had three hours of sleep. So when i went to bed last night, i was out quickly and quietly. However, when i am getting much needed rest, i sleep like a fucking brick. You can slap me (read: i've been slapped in my sleep) and i will not wake up, so when i sleep through an alarm, no ucking surpise! However, currently my jeep is out of commission, so i needto ride the bus. Since i slept in, i missed the bus by an hour. But luckily reese, currently attending DigiPen, hadn' gone to school yet, so i waited for him to get up and he took me non-issue. But while i waited Ellen hadn't left the house yet so she got to take note that i had been late to class. Naturally she reports such to my dad. Fine. But right as i got to school i got a text from explaining her disappointment how i am obviously starting the school year wrong and i should look into alternative such as a GED because clearly no college is going to accept me. So i explain to her thy all her facts, her data of me having a negative consistency is bullshit, and that all her examples aren't half of what he makes them out to be. But he respknds sayig that no, she is right, she knows what she's talking about and [u]anything i say is just wrong.[/u] whatever, i stop talkig to her because t's just going to end in a rage match, and i am fuckin tired of having those (note: pretty much any time i do something/that disappoints them and they want to "talk about it"). So i get home and am minding my own business, my dad gets home so i quickly exit out of all the shit i am doing on the computer (because due to my poor behavior over summerc my access to house computers has been restricted too) and go upstairs sit the comment following me, " marcus i was kinda hoping to talk to you about school today." Neat, i know where this is going. So i do what shif i needed done upstairs and go back down and wait for it to start. "So what happened? I hear you're missing school." first note, i only missed half my classes, not the day. "Yea, i was exhausted, slept through my alarm and missed the bus." hey, the plain truth about what happened. "slept through the alarm and missed the bus." "yea. So i waited for reese to wake up and he dropped me off at school. Ellen could have but she had an appointment, i didn' want to disrupt that." now comes the 'what the fuck' part of this relationship "<repeats what i say about reese>. why didn't you walk to school or ride a bike?" "Because it takes an hour and a half to get there. I'm not in shape enough to ride the bike there" "Walk the bike up the hill, you're responsible for getting yourself to school on time" true enough, but on time is catching the bus, anything else i am already late. "either of those options would have gotten me there the same time as reese." "why did you miss te bus?" "because i was exhausted, i had only had three hours of sleep" "so what? I do that all the time" this part pisses me off. Why the fuck does i matter what you do? Am i you? "<i was going to yell>, sorry- i am not you. Just because you can do it does nt mean i can. You are used to it, you have many years of that sort of life style. I just finished a three month vacation where i could get up whenever i wanted." "Stop making exuses, marcus" what excuses? I am explaining why it doesn't work to just suddenly wake up a six. Why i need more than three hours of sleep. Because i fucking do. "What excuses? You ask me why then reject everything i say" truth. "it's your fault. You chose to behave like that over summer. You need to know the consequences. You need to mkow the consequences of being late to school." true, but it's not a fucking excuse to say that the body adjusts in a single night of three hours. You want to know why, that's fucking why. If you wanna talk about somethig else, then specify that, don't fucking talk about one thing and then bitch at it for another. "why do you even want to talk about things if you aren't going to listen to what i have to say?" "i'll judge what you will do by what you do consistently. [u]What you say means nothing to me[/u]." Then i walked away and started writing this. Both because i need to vent and because if you are or will be a parent, this is an incredibly huge point you need to understand. Fucking listen. Don't be a fuckig domineering dictator. Don't fucking pretend to have a conversation but always push your point without thinking about how what's being said relates to it. Too many fucking times they draw me in to coversations where they ask my thoughts but don't actually care. If i say anything, i am clearly in the wrong if i disagree. Do not fucking be like that. That is fucking horrible. If you say, "let's talk" it better fucking be two fucking way. Conversations are not you saying your opinion and then demeriting your childs (or anyone else for that matter) but listening to what they say and understanding how it relates to what you just said. Don't be a broken record and just say the same thing over with different words, it's what my parents do, and all the fucking does is make me want to step in front of a bus and wonder how long it'll be until they notice i am missing. I am not writing a TL;DR, because if you didn't read it you can fuck right off. And i am sorry for any spelling and grammatical errors, i'm on my phonez
thats the worst post formatting of all time
Fucking phones, man.
[QUOTE=Rusty100;37572034]thats the worst post formatting of all time[/QUOTE] I'm just impressed he managed to write that all out on a phone
[QUOTE=Phsykotik;37571634]I am not writing a TL;DR, [b]because if you didn't read it you can fuck right off.[/b] And i am sorry for any spelling and grammatical errors, i'm on my phonez[/QUOTE] thanks i literally get nauseous from reading large bodies of text like this requesting double-spacing or at the very least, correct punctuation in the future [editline]6th September 2012[/editline] you should give out complimentary dramamine to people who read your post
[QUOTE=Phsykotik;37572098]Fucking phones, man.[/QUOTE] Wait you wrote that on your phone?? [editline]6th September 2012[/editline] [QUOTE=Rhenae;37571360]Oh god, taking in a resume and such to a business tomorrow. HALP. Also my art teachers advising me were telling me to give him my meager portfolio right off, but does that seem a bit jumping the gun? Should I just give him the cover letter and resume and wait? I don't know what to do. It's not a job i'm actually likely to get either, but one of those try for it anyway cause it is amazing if you get it. Tips please? What to do before I hyperventilate and run out the door.[/QUOTE] I'd go with giving the portfolio. If you don't, the employer knows nothing about your artistic skill at all.
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