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General Category => Discontempt => Topic started by: 13chemicals on September 02, 2009, 06:08:46 AM
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I think that my textophobia towards velvet/velour is getting worse. My roommate has a velour robe that she hangs on the hook at the back of the bathroom door. I have been throwing up lately every time I go into the bathroom right after I see the robe. I started having a panic attack the last time I went into the bathroom over the robe, so I took it down with oven mitts on my hands and threw it in her room. I think touching it ever so slightly as I left the room and entered it made it worse. Maybe with it gone I will get better. I don't understand why it got bad again. I, well I mean my roommate, hung a velvet painting of mine in the living room that I have owned for a few years and that doesn't bother me. I bought the painting to help with my fear, but I never have to touch it. I don't get it.
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that is fucked up on a couple different levels man.
i dont have too many phobias. not even common ones like spiders or snakes.
i do have a fear of 2012.
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I dont like touching velvet.
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Yeah, deer dont like their antlers touched... try touching their balls instead.
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I've never heard of this fear! Try telling your roommate about it and maybe she will make sure it's not randomly hanging around the apartment.
i do have a fear of 2012.
I also wonder what will happen in 2012 but I don't fear it.
I'm really scared of those haunted houses on Halloween, but other than that I don;t really have any fears that I can think of.
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See you in November!
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It's time zoomie knew...I hate feet. It's like the opposite of a fetish.
I will throw up if anyone clips their toenails within my hearing. The sound of the clippers is revolting. I can do my own, but other people's feet are horrible.
This all stems from traumatic childhood events. My grandmother used to make me clip her toenails because she weighed over 300lbs and couldn't reach them. You have no idea how gross that was.
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That's hot!
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super hot!
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I know, right?
I still have to clip my 7 year old's toes, but I have to hold my breath while I do it...I am a trooper...
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That's hot!
We're so entertaining. I wonder why new members always leave
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I'm afraid of spending the rest of my life working 50 hours a week at a job which I find incredibly boring for 3 weeks of vacation a year.
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Man, as regards velvet I'm a textophile.
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I'd take one daisymae over 20 of the other simians any day of the week.
I'm afraid of spending the rest of my life working 50 hours a week at a job which I find incredibly boring for 3 weeks of vacation a year.
I dont get your crazy leave provisions... 2 weeks A/L for X number of years service, then 3 week's after X number of years service... That aint civilized!
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And that's why I'll be making a career change to high school math or chemistry teacher in a couple of years, after I've gotten my professional engineering & plumbing design licenses.
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Emp - I'm a child of two HS teachers. Their advice to me was to bust-ass in the private sector for 10 years and see what you could make if you wanted to be a teacher later in life
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I have a totally irrational fear that bad things are going to happen in a day if I wear underwear that's a different color from the shirt I'm in.
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Hypercolour undies !
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Emp - I'm a child of two HS teachers. Their advice to me was to bust-ass in the private sector for 10 years and see what you could make if you wanted to be a teacher later in life
Well, I'm 1.5 years away from my professional engineering license and 3.6 away from the certified plumbing designer. I'll have been in private industry for almost 6 years at that point. I'll have some additional coursework to do along the way, so depending on how I fit that in I could be in private industry for as long as 10 years anyway.
Once I have the license & certification, I'll be able to take private industry work on a contract basis when I do transition to teaching. So I won't entirely walking away from private industry if I still want to make some extra money - especially since the guys they bring in on a contract basis take home more hourly than the rest of us.
I also might explore whether or not my engineering degree + experience is worth anything outside of the US, too. I can't see working 50+ hours (since they expect you to work longer with increasing responsibility) 48-49 weeks/year. I'd like to work <40 hours per week and have more vacation.
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See you in November!
Are you taking us to a haunted house full of people wearing velvet?
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I'm going to leave you in a padded velvet room with Kyle and a bathtub full of jello
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i'm fearful of how much sasha's personality continues to resemble that of my ex-roommate slash ex-best friend. she was irrationally disturbed and literally nauseated by my use of a random smattering of specific words, (two i can remember were 'damp' and 'moist', though not all had to do with wetness), and i'd regularly come home to a living room devoid of all things green, including my vast array of plants normally seated in the bay window but then moved to the floor of my bedroom, along with books from the bookcase if they had any green on the jacket, etcetera. these things could also be moved to her room, just as long as there was no green in the living room. tough, considering everything in the common areas was my property, and green happens to be my favorite color. had to hang red curtains in the bay window that hung outside the frame in such a way so as to completely protect/hide my plants from view most of the time.
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haha that sucks. I have so little sympathy for mental problems.
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I also might explore whether or not my engineering degree + experience is worth anything outside of the US, too.
Sorry bud, the rest of the world uses the metric system and their threads are totally different. You're stuck here.
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I also might explore whether or not my engineering degree + experience is worth anything outside of the US, too.
Sorry bud, the rest of the world uses the metric system and their threads are totally different. You're stuck here.
They pretty much only teach metric in engineering courses.
It's only out in the "real world" of US engineering firms that people use the bullshit useless system of measure.
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Dang.
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My greatest fear has been realized ~ my mom dying.
i'm just the opposite about velvet/velour ~ i love the feel of 'em, and lots of other stuff ~ i'm a "toucher" when i go to the store, and Dear tells me that it makes shopping take THREE TIMES as long... He lies.
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haha that sucks. I have so little sympathy for mental problems.
Unfortunately that's the case for most people. I can empathize with the crazies a little better.
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The cameras we've implanted in the eyes of the people around you have made us fully aware of how much you empathize with the crazies.
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O_O
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haha that sucks. I have so little sympathy for mental problems.
Unfortunately that's the case for most people.
Evolution. Kick the bums out.
[/eugenic rant]
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I don't like being compared to others such as hips roommate. I hold down two jobs and go to school full time and don't cause any one emotional or physical harm. I feel like I am normal. When hip described her roommate she was a unemployed nuisance who was cruel and emotionally draining. I just have an extreme fear of velvet and velour. It's just something I can't stand. I had an ex boyfriend roll me in a velvet blanket and duct tape me into it "as a joke." I woke up mortified. I was screaming and pleading with him and he was laughing. It was horrible.
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Irrational fears are silly, but scary nonetheless. It's pathetic that I'm freaked out by cockroaches, cuz they can't actually do anything to me. Doesn't stop me from turning into a little bitch when I encounter one, though.
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my wife is scared of bug too, but she's a tiny Japanese lady
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At least I have the good sense to be acrophobic...
...to which my response is to stare, fascinated, over the edges of great heights and ruthlessly seek out windows seats on aircraft.
Were you always afraid of velvet?
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ALWAYS. I remember when I was a little girl my mom gave me this velour blanket to use and cried and cried because she wouldn't give me another one. I just felt like I was on fire being wrapped or covered in it.
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Wait. Afraid or disgusted? For me they're quite distinct emotions.
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I'm afraid of spending the rest of my life working 50 hours a week at a job which I find incredibly boring f
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I'm gonna go ahead and guess that may be some incredibly rare genetic thing, like how most cats are terrified of getting wet.
That or you were trapped beneath a velvet Elvis as an infant and no one wants to fess up to it.
How do you feel about Elvis? Dogs playing poker?
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I have a velvet painting of a naked black afro chick. I think it's Luke's favorite painting.
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Are you secretly Scatman Crothers?
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no, I am a white girl.. and a twin.
(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v65/qube808/shining-twins.jpg)
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What a coincidence!
I just happen to be a white man with an axe.
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How adorable!
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What I really wanted to be was Screamin' Jay Hawkins, but sometimes you have to play the cards life deals you.
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I have no irrational fears, just rational ones.
Claustrophobia is perfectly rational.
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witnessed
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and laughed at
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Evolution. Kick the bums out.
[/eugenic rant]
Taking an active role in guiding genetic information, i.e. eugenics, is pretty much the opposite of evolution. Our own social (or anti-social) goals are not the same thing as an environmental condition to adapt to.
Besides - a huge amount of the current crazy is probably caused by recombinant hormone pollution in our water supplies. Stop using cleaning products that aren't vinegar and baking soda, and support organic farmers who don't use shit-tonnes of chemical fertilizer.
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Irrational fears are silly, but scary nonetheless. It's pathetic that I'm freaked out by cockroaches, cuz they can't actually do anything to me.
They do actually have tiny little mouths, for biting.
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I have a velvet painting of a naked black afro chick. I think it's Luke's favorite painting.
Well, I'm just impressed by its artfulness!
After all, look at the paintings *I* have. No tits AT ALL.
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haha that sucks. I have so little sympathy for mental problems.
Unfortunately that's the case for most people.
Evolution. Kick the bums out.
[/eugenic rant]
Taking an active role in guiding genetic information, i.e. eugenics, is pretty much the opposite of evolution. Our own social (or anti-social) goals are not the same thing as an environmental condition to adapt to.
Besides - a huge amount of the current crazy is probably caused by recombinant hormone pollution in our water supplies. Stop using cleaning products that aren't vinegar and baking soda, and support organic farmers who don't use shit-tonnes of chemical fertilizer.
Oh don't worry, you're preaching to the choir for the most part here. Let me explain:
By saying "kick the bums out," I was adopting something of a eugenic attitude by promoting an active role (i.e. kicking) in guiding genetic information. I believe the failure to empathize with those who have mental problems is probably an evolutionary byproduct of the old adage, "only the fittest shall survive." After all, if those without mental problems didn't coddle those with mental problems, presumably the mentally problematic would have a diminished rate of survival. (Social factors do indeed play into evolution even though they aren't considered "environment" in the sense that environmentalists will use the term.)
Thus, when Dylan suggested that the lack of sympathy displayed by the majority in regard to those with mental problems was unfortunate, I felt compelled to share my controversial theory. Then, recognizing that it might ruffle some feathers I decided to end it with a eugenic bang - something in the way of an over-the-top joke. I obviously could have been clearer.
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Evolution is also driven by predator/prey relationships, which is most certainly not a straight environmental pressure. If some creatures evolve to be a better hunter, it's likely that those creatures will overhunt (and potentially eliminate) weaker creatures which are less able to survive.
Now, am I arguing for eugenics based on intraspecies hunting? I suppose one might read it in such a way.
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Evolution is also driven by predator/prey relationships, which is most certainly not a straight environmental pressure. If some creatures evolve to be a better hunter, it's likely that those creatures will overhunt (and potentially eliminate) weaker creatures which are less able to survive.
I disagree. Predator/prey relationships are all about environmental pressures. If you are a cute fuzzy bunny and the environment is one that consumes cute fuzzy bunnies (through the agency of predators) then you'll adapt to the environment by becoming less cute and fuzzy. On the other hand if you're a slow but hungry carnivore and the environment is one replete with lightning-fast fuzzybunnies then you'll adapt to the environment by speeding up a bit. In the field of evolution, environment is not just weather patterns and physical surroundings but it is all the elements over which the subject has no control and that affect a system or its inputs and outputs.
As far as overhunting is concerned: Overhunting is a self-limiting phenomenon because hunting is in tension with scarcity. The more effective a hunter is, the more hunters will be produced and the less there will be to be hunted. Then hunters will begin to change prey or will die of starvation and the prey species will rebound. Predator/prey relationships are not about interspecies evolutionary competition but more about intraspecies competition. As predator and prey relate to one another they are simply environmental pressures.
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In the field of evolution, environment is not just weather patterns and physical surroundings but it is all the elements over which the subject has no control and that affect a system or its inputs and outputs.
So, if inter- and intra-species hunting can be an environmental pressure, why can't eugenics ALSO be an evolutionary pressure?
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Eugenics could be an evolutionary pressure. It's a cultural mode that influences (or at least seeks to influence) gene distribution so yeah it has an effect on evolution although probably a small one.
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We'll have none of that intelligence shit on this board!
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Expelled: No Intelligence Allowed!
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Dr. Tran - 100% ICE (Part 1 of 3) (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MP0qe1yiKrY#normal)
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Hickory smoke so crazy!
I didn't realize there was more Dr. Tran out there. Sweet!
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there. smartz problam sulved.
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Thus spake Margaret Sanger, "The predator improves the stock."
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sasha-- i understand the differences between your "fears" and those phobias of my old roommate. i only meant to suggest the fact that your being so phobic or fearful of something seemingly irrational is a similarity. just like your take-no-shit-whatsoever attitude you say you have in life, and your ability to sympathize with her in a few of the stories i shared here about her lifestyle choices. she had a job, but no car or license, and yes, she was an overall sap on my life. i did not mean to imply that you are a similar emotional and financial drain on your friends and family, just that you have a few personality similarities, not to mention if i could imagine her posting here, she would say lots of the things you do. when i read your posts i almost hear her voice. i bet you two would hate eachother.
as for that ex-boyfriend, i'd probably have punched him in the throat. the closest thing i can compare the interaction to is this: i really like scary and/or horror movies. i love when a movie frightens me. of course, immediately afterward all i want to do is turn the lights on and hide under my covers because every little noise is obviously something scary coming for me and my soul. i had a boyfriend who thought it was hilarious to hide around corners of the darkened house and jump out and scare the everloving shit out of me. this kind of fright is NOT my cup of tea, and would give me heart palpatations. sometimes it would be him waiting in the backseat of my car (which he knew was a serious worry of mine) and wait for me to get in to grab me. sometimes he would hide when i came over, so i'd wander the house, calling his name for a lengthy period of time, and i'd be so frightened by the silent, dark house i'd tear up, beg him to come out, and finally he'd grab me from behind or something, laughing at me for screaming then bursting into tears. so after telling him a million times it was not at all funny to me and i really didn't like that stuff (he thought it too entertaining to stop), everytime he'd pull the act i'd end up smacking him as hard as i could when he would finally emerge to scare me, and usually i would then just tell him how big a jerk he was and turn around and leave. eventually he stopped, but i think he was a fucking dick to so totally exploit scaring me like that so many times.
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When I was a child I was terrified of spontaneous human combustion.
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When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse, out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look, but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone...
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attn: he who once feared SHC: i laughed the first time you told me that. now that i give it more thought, it must have been a pretty terrifying thought for a little boy. sorry for once making fun!
i'm afraid of dying. no way around it, though, until i can find myself a vampire...
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When I was a little boy, I was terrified that the devil was going to bite my penis off. One of the older boys at church told me that the devil hid in urinals and would bite your penis off.
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SHC Fears: Don't sweat it hip.
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I'm pretty fucking scared about tomorrow right now.
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sasha-- i understand the differences between your "fears" and those phobias of my old roommate. i only meant to suggest the fact that your being so phobic or fearful of something seemingly irrational is a similarity. just like your take-no-shit-whatsoever attitude you say you have in life, and your ability to sympathize with her in a few of the stories i shared here about her lifestyle choices. she had a job, but no car or license, and yes, she was an overall sap on my life. i did not mean to imply that you are a similar emotional and financial drain on your friends and family, just that you have a few personality similarities, not to mention if i could imagine her posting here, she would say lots of the things you do. when i read your posts i almost hear her voice. i bet you two would hate eachother.
as for that ex-boyfriend, i'd probably have punched him in the throat. the closest thing i can compare the interaction to is this: i really like scary and/or horror movies. i love when a movie frightens me. of course, immediately afterward all i want to do is turn the lights on and hide under my covers because every little noise is obviously something scary coming for me and my soul. i had a boyfriend who thought it was hilarious to hide around corners of the darkened house and jump out and scare the everloving shit out of me. this kind of fright is NOT my cup of tea, and would give me heart palpatations. sometimes it would be him waiting in the backseat of my car (which he knew was a serious worry of mine) and wait for me to get in to grab me. sometimes he would hide when i came over, so i'd wander the house, calling his name for a lengthy period of time, and i'd be so frightened by the silent, dark house i'd tear up, beg him to come out, and finally he'd grab me from behind or something, laughing at me for screaming then bursting into tears. so after telling him a million times it was not at all funny to me and i really didn't like that stuff (he thought it too entertaining to stop), everytime he'd pull the act i'd end up smacking him as hard as i could when he would finally emerge to scare me, and usually i would then just tell him how big a jerk he was and turn around and leave. eventually he stopped, but i think he was a fucking dick to so totally exploit scaring me like that so many times.
You should thank him for reminding you that you are never safe, ever.
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I don't have a problem with velvet but silk and some synthetics drive me up the wall if I have to touch them.
Not to the point of throwing up though.
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Eugenics is being used now to manipulate the human gene pool. Maybe one day there will be no more fat people for us to consume after all the bovine become extinct through the designing of our own children. Bummer, that was the only thing I was looking forward to in my future.
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Who will we laugh at, on that day? Through whom shall we pratfall, vicariously?
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I'm pretty fucking scared about tomorrow right now.
Why is that?
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I wonder how much sweat can a sweaty vag sweat, if a sweaty vag could sweat sweat.
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I'm pretty fucking scared about tomorrow right now.
Why is that?
New school. First day.
Went okay, spent lunchtime reading on my own.. haha...
I wasn't fishing for someone to ask me btw, sorry..
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I know. thought I'd ask anyway.
So, you gonna set up a pirate radio station in your basement too?
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When I was 7 or 8, I had a fear of these little chocolate people I would see out of the corner of my eye. I don't mean little chocolate people like Beetlejuice, but rather kid size being made of milk chocolate covered flesh with no eyes. It kind of creeped me out until I turned about 10. Since then, I've lived a fearless life.
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My Boogie-Man was The Hand (first spooky movie i ever saw)
i would have to get a running start, and long jump into bed
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I used to be scared of witches when I was 5-6 and younger. Yes, witches. So vivid was my fear that I actually hallucinated that I saw two of them in a dark room I had been forced to enter. It remains one of those "glitch in the matrix" things for me because yes I really actually saw something which clearly wasn't there. Amazing stuff, fear.
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A thing of value some of my friends have learned is that, regardless of how tough they may try to act, black dudes from the ghetto are scared of magic.
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Yup. Bad juju. They also don't like getting their faces cut. So the first thing you do is let them know you'll carve your initials in their face. My black friends taught me that when I was about 12.
Of course it got my ass beat down a few times before I learned you have to actually carry a knife and not be seriously outnumbered for it to work...
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They also don't like getting their faces cut.
The Harder they come: Classic Fight Scene (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCojDzo8Qo0#normal)
DON'T. FUCK. WITH. ME.
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Black people are also afraid of swimming pools.
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and any sort of reptile. Especially snakes.
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If being afraid of having your face cut is black, consider me Miles Davis.
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If being afraid of having your face cut is black, consider me Miles Davis.
A dead, gay black jazz musician.
Sure, I can do that, if that's what you really, really want.
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I used to be scared of witches when I was 5-6 and younger. Yes, witches. So vivid was my fear that I actually hallucinated that I saw two of them in a dark room I had been forced to enter. It remains one of those "glitch in the matrix" things for me because yes I really actually saw something which clearly wasn't there. Amazing stuff, fear.
Haha, you thought they weren't there? Cute. They said to say hi. And "Smile!".
All of my old fears I can quell pretty quickly, so long as I don't have to put up with them for too long. Like Mirrors. I hate mirrors, especially the big ones you see in peoples' bedrooms over a dresser, or in bathrooms. When I moved into this house last December, and me and my dad were moving stuff into y bedroom, I sat on the bed, looked across at the giant, almost full-length mirror mounted on the dresser a few feet away and said, "OK, that thing's gotta fucking go." My dad laughed and said I had to be fuckin' kidding and I told him, "No, I will not be able to sleep with that thing there. Either it goes or I'm sleeping on the couch in the living room." We then took it down and put it in one of the back bedrooms with a bunch of my uncle's old crap.
It's the same way with dolls. I fucking hate people who keep dolls all over the place as collector's items, because they freak me right the fuck out. When I was in my mid 20's I lived with my grandmother for a couple years because she didn't like living alone after my grandfather died (us cousins would switch out staying with her from time to time), and she had a bunch of old collector's dolls around the house, one of which was in the bedroom I stayed in - an old aunt Jemima doll sitting on the dresser. I just knewthat fuckin' thing was watching me every night. I knew it was crazy, but I had to turn it around to face the wall every night because I could feel it watching me, and she would come in there to straighten up while I was at work, and turn it back around forward again. And for some reason she refused to let me move it to another room, I still don't know why. Fuck that little negro doll.
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i don't care for mirrors, much; however, they DO have their uses, i.e., on/in the floor.
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I like to stare at myself naked in mirrors. It's one of my favorite things to do.
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But does it frighten Negroes?
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None of my black male family members or friends dig the thin white chicks at all... So, it may not scare them, but it does put them off a bit.
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None of my black male family members or friends dig the thin white chicks at all... So, it may not scare them, but it does put them off a bit.
No kidding! i just realized that that is true ~ skinny chick = bitch. So it WASN't my (vivid) imagination!! They WERE comin' on to me!
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It's not true. Black guys hit on me all the time. They just say things like, "I wish you had a bigger ass, but you do have nice tits." Black guys say that so often to me that one just got fired for it, since I told the boss about it.
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Who says black culture lost all subtlety and class with the advent of gangster rap!
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It's not true. Black guys hit on me all the time. They just say things like, "I wish you had a bigger ass, but you do have nice tits." Black guys say that so often to me that one just got fired for it, since I told the boss about it.
Actually, i was wondering how long that would last
Figured you wouldn't put up with it for very long, a-tall.
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one just got fired for it, since I told the boss about it.
Good for you. Now, speaking of fear, you do carry a handgun for protection in your Mini, right? Cuz like, you know this guy is going to come after you...
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I was worried about him coming after me. It doesn't seem fair. I feel like if I didn't say anything it could be bad and if I did say something it would be bad. It is a double edged sword. I asked my boss if I could bring mace or a knife to work for protection and he said that there are no weapons allowed on the work site. Then he told the boss boss about it and he called me into his office to ask if I was thinking about bringing a weapon into work. I told him that I was thinking about it since I work all by myself in the middle of the night and since I was scared he would come after me. The boss boss said that I shouldn't worry and that if I brought any weapons into work I would be written up and most likely fired. I feel like they don't care because the guy wouldn't come after them and I know that carrying a gun around in your car isn't legal here.
So if I die, at least you all know why it happened.
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Don't you worry little Sasha, you're in a Gun Free Zone!
PS- Would you rather be raped/beaten/murdered or possibly fired with grounds for a lucrative civil lawsuit against your employers? Chose your course of action accordingly.
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I would pack like a motherfucka.
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I would rather be fired! What do you recommend I do? Should I get a gun? Or should I just get mace? I work behind, supposedly, bullet proof glass. It really sucks that I have to worry about my life at work. I am finding more and more reasons to say fuck this job on a daily basis.
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get their replies in writing and sue for emotional distress
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Unless you have the time to spend at a range, just get the strongest mace you can find, even better if it contains UV dye. Put it on your key chain A- so you don't forget it, and B- so you remember to take it out when you walk to your car.
I recommend mace over a gun in large part because, without practice, you are less likely to hesitate to use it if you have to.*
If you do use it, run while he's stunned, then call the cops. Tell them you sprayed him with mace and that it contained UV dye so they can identify him and nix any bullshit about "She's lying!"
*Although a shotgun under the bed for home defense never hurts.