wiredbadger17 said:Look, I’ve reached a point where I don't feel the need to prove myself to anyone anymore. My education, my life experiences, everything has led me here—I know exactly who I am and what I bring to the table. Honestly, people who live their lives fueled by prejudice don't need to be convinced otherwise; a fool with an agenda is just going to stay a fool. But let me get to the point: there are people out there, maybe even types like me, who end up getting trampled by those with more power. And it makes me wonder—if these "tough guys" actually have any real backbone, why aren't they standing up against a corrupt system? Why isn't anyone fighting back against the institutionalized fascism and the way student, worker, and civil rights are being stripped away by the powers that be? Instead, someone like me is left to grind against a crooked machine. At this stage, the only person who truly understands my struggle is my enemy, and if they don't destroy me first, they might just end up making me rich in the process. So, to all the idiots doubting me: frankly, I couldn't care less. The standard school system didn't have the vision to recognize my intelligence or my creativity, but that’s water under the bridge now. I’m busy enjoying my own life while those dark forces do their worst. I have my own priorities, and at the end of the day, fools will always be fools, convinced they’re right even when they're dead wrong.
I think most people on this forum couldn't give a damn about you or your "unrecognized intelligence" 😁🙏🤣
It seems to me that you really are in a league of your own compared to most of the other posters here🍿 You’re certainly unique in your complete disregard for basic grammar; perhaps you ought to brush up on some elementary school English once in a while
wiredbadger17 said:darksurfer4, I honestly can't tell if you're joking or being serious, but even though your initial question actually answered my own, I still find myself wondering.
Look, I don't follow your logic at all.😉 For instance, I said my question provided an "answer."🤔 But I didn't even ask one! So, how on earth did you manage to find answers within a question I never even posed? That's where you've completely lost me.🤔
They say some people are just built differently, but let’s be honest—those so-called "special" individuals aren't exactly making a grand entrance or showing off their uniqueness to the world, are they? It’s a bit of a quiet tragedy, really. But, of course, there is a way to fix that little visibility issue. The solution is something called an Indigo ultraviolet tracker, and you can actually snag one on Amazon. It’s this clever little gadget that pushes ultraviolet radiation right through indigo paper, effectively scanning everyone in your immediate vicinity. Once that UV light hits the paper, the device starts chirping away at you. The only real headache is that if you happen to find yourself stuck in a massive crowd at a stadium or a busy subway station, it doesn't exactly tell you *which* specific person is triggering the sensor. A bit inconvenient, wouldn't you say?
I honestly find myself wondering what kind of massive, life-altering problems a person could possibly face when they actually have it all figured out—you know, someone holding down a high-paying career they actually enjoy, a stable family life, solid friends, good health, and none of those typical daily struggles.
I just happened to notice what she’s got written right under her avatar—calling herself an "idiot." Honestly, it’s just tacky to go around labeling yourself that way; it screams a massive lack of self-confidence and basic self-respect. Now, look, I’m certainly no saint—I’ve struggled with my own bouts of insecurity in my time—but even at my lowest, I never had the decency to sit there and write to myself that I was some kind of moron or anything along those lines.
Jamie Adams6 said:What’s actually going through someone's head when they just... look down?
Honestly, I find myself wondering more about what's going on inside the heads of those who think everyone is staring at them. Take a situation where someone is just sitting at a Starbucks, lost in thought, looking off in some direction—and then there's this other person who interprets that gaze as an intentional stare. Most likely, the first person hasn't even registered the second person's existence yet; they're simply sitting there, eyes fixed on a point in space, completely oblivious to the perceived confrontation.
Karen Cook7 said:I'm reading through this thread—probably just because it was the first one I saw. I’m not really part of this crowd, and I doubt I’ll even bother replying to anything else here.😁
Richard Rodriguez17, what is actually wrong with you? You're an ego-driven mess. Honestly, the last person on Earth who could stand you is probably your own mother, and you've driven her right to the edge.
Seriously, you cursed God right in front of her and she spent two hours in tears. She doesn't care about you, or any future daughter-in-law, or even God at this point—she's clearly just exhausted dealing with all of you. Just catering to your little tantrums. On top of that, you're so full of yourself, thinking the entire world should be revolving around you.
Looking at how much you complain, it seems like you blame everyone else for your own flaws—medication, a niece, your dad, your brother... you could go on forever.
Maybe try working on your self-esteem a bit. It shouldn't involve taking your frustrations out on your family like this.
I wouldn't call that true love; she seems to have no one in this world besides her mother, and if I'm sensing correctly, her own mother doesn't really have anyone either except herself. It makes me wonder if her parents aren't on speaking terms.
From what I can gather, the person who started this thread is dealing with a seriously toxic family dynamic. As for the brother and father—well, no comment there, but at first glance, they sound like two absolute morons. Then there's the mother, which brings us back to why Richard Rodriguez17 chose that handle; it seems like women from this part of the country almost have a fetish for suffering, or perhaps they just crave the drama of it all. It’s strange, really—if there’s a woman out there who is actually happy, doesn't complain about her problems, stays healthy, is financially stable, and has a decent family life, other women tend to look down on her with pure contempt, sometimes even going as far as calling her names. The core issue in her relationship with her mother is a total lack of respect; the mother simply refuses to acknowledge her existence. It’s like the mother treats her like she’s in first grade—for instance, if the mother isn't feeling cold with a window wide open, why should the daughter feel obligated to close it?!!? If they were in the same room, she might have a say in it, but she wasn't even there. And unless opening that window was going to cool down the entire apartment, I don't see how it matters.
Living in a communal setup can be a great thing if everyone gets along and helps each other out—like having someone to watch the kids or always having company. But in 90% of cases, communal living is a complete nightmare caused by dysfunctional relationships. And honestly, I don't think things will get any better when three generations are crammed into the same house.🙄 It’s often a disaster even when you live in an apartment complex or separate floors, but it’s much worse when you have zero privacy whatsoever. I wouldn't be surprised if those men in the family are already calculating whether they want to marry her off just to be rid of her. How old are you? Do you have a social circle or a boyfriend? What's your income like? My honest advice to you is to get out of there as fast as you possibly can.
I first dealt with hemorrhoids way back around 2006 or 2007, and let me tell you, it was an absolute nightmare. I’m talking frequent, excruciatingly painful bowel movements, constant stinging, and being completely unable to sit down without agony. I suspect they were external—not that I'm exactly a medical expert—but since I could clearly feel them, that’s my best guess. While things haven't reached those catastrophic levels again, I haven't actually "recovered" either. I still have this nagging sensation that something is perpetually there, right where that massive hemorrhoid used to be, and I’m constantly seeing blood on the toilet paper or even little red traces on my underwear. Honestly, I'm at a bit of a loss here... should I be doing something about this?
ironrider11 said:It’s kind of hard to say if there's actually been enough research done—depending on who you ask and how much digging you want to do into the conflicting studies about long-term benefits... but you're looking at an initial brain assessment for around $833, followed by individual Neurofeedback sessions that usually run about $100, or maybe $150–$83 for kids. Honestly, if you're talking about health, nothing else really matters...
The people peddling "wellness" solutions know that all too well, too.🍿
The reality is that while staying healthy doesn't turn a profit, keeping people sick certainly does.🎉
mistyjackal842 said:Does anyone actually understand what it means to have your legal capacity revoked? It’s terrifying. You literally can’t do anything. A guardian is appointed , and they make every single decision for you. They could put you in some facility or even take away your apartment if you own one. Basically, you lose all autonomy. How could anyone ever want to give up their right to decide for themselves? Imagine someone malicious just stripping away everything you own. And this can happen overnight, all for the sake of some stipend or whatever. I spent six years caring for a bedridden patient at home, and even then, it felt overwhelming when the home health aides started showing up so frequently—especially since they didn't know the first thing about medical care. Honestly, even that felt like a form of surveillance, even though I know it wasn't meant to be. It was always easiest when the aide was on vacation, or during those few months last year when they were locked out. For my mom, I had a really smart, kind head nurse. She was a huge help because dealing with Mom being immobile was all new to me. But this other one, who was totally clueless, was just a hindrance. Once she helped me get Dad settled, but the next time, she insisted she had to do it herself. It wasn't even that hard. The bigger issue was paying for the transport to the wheelchair $50 every single week just so Dad could actually get into it.
Kyle Reed30 said:Can an expert clarify something for me: to qualify for disability benefits, is losing your ability to work an absolute requirement? Is being unable to work a strict prerequisite for receiving a personal disability claim?
I have no intention of giving up my career, but given my condition, I doubt I even could.
Look, I’m no expert, but I’m a reasonably sane individual, and any person with a modicum of common sense can see that qualifying for disability and being unable to work aren't necessarily two sides of the same coin, even if they often overlap.
placidrider48 said:The CZSS doesn't just automatically accept whatever results came out of an evaluation done through the Social Security Administration.
It's 100%, since I have a combined disability (left side motor skills, residual orthopedic deformities, and low vision in my right eye).
Do you honestly believe someone like Viktor Orban would give a damn about advocating for the rights or the quality of life of an individual struggling with combined motor disabilities, orthopedic issues, and impaired vision?
Kyle Reed30 said:What's the logic there? Care to elaborate? Thanks.
Honestly, just let her be; she’s probably just under a mountain of stress and venting whatever comes to mind...
But look, can you actually tell us what's going on? You aren't slow, you write perfectly fine, and there doesn't seem to be any sign of mental illness or delusions or anything like that, right? From what I can gather, it isn't even a physical ailment, so what is it then? If my hunch is correct—and if I'm reading the situation right, it's going to be a hell of a fight to get any kind of disability benefits from Social Security...🤔
Elizabeth Wilson3 said:Perhaps—money isn't my issue; I could easily afford a trip. But the reality is that it's harder to get a hold of him here in New York for a quick drink than it is with anyone else—yet with others, he’s easy to find anywhere in the world.
Here is a recent example: Three weeks ago, I ask him to grab a coffee. He gives me the classic line—he's too busy moving gear into a new apartment. Of course, I offer to help if needed, and naturally... not a single word about grabbing a beer or anything else follows.
For me, people like that are a closed chapter. I tend to prune them from my Instagram and WhatsApp feeds. If you can never find the time for a simple drink and you're constantly dodging me, then we have nothing left to discuss. That friendship is dead to me.
That's the gist of it...
Wait, when you say you could find the cash for a trip, are you implying you'd pay for a travel companion too? If that's the case, can I apply to be your friend?🍿
Elizabeth Wilson3 said:You make a valid point there... What I'm trying to say is that true friendship shouldn't have these kinds of life hurdles—and if they do happen, you should come out stronger on the other side rather than just holding someone's past mistakes against them. This whole financial issue is a perfect example. The guy has been through countless world competitions, everything from Brazil to Russia, and yet he never reached out. Instead, he calls some third party living miles away in Wales, and suddenly they're meeting up in Russia without any issues at all... Meanwhile, grabbing a beer with me in Chicago is apparently off the table. It's clear we've drifted—even though our interests still align—because he’s moved on to bigger things while I haven't. I don't know... When the moment arises, I'll be blunt. If he starts making excuses, then I'll have my answer...
So, how does one even find a new crew? I don't know... I'm not seventeen anymore, capable of hitting the town every single weekend. I chose to be alone, which suits my lifestyle, but I still miss having that one friend to joke around with—nothing else, really...
And why did he call that person from Britain instead of you? It’s most likely because of the money.🤔 Once again, I find myself circling back to the topic of money, but how could it be otherwise when I realize the game is this Friday and these people have been posting photos from Cyprus for days now. All of this costs money—and it costs a lot, especially when you're doing it constantly. That former friend of yours is a total opportunist; he uses everyone. He used you for things like grabbing beers, burgers, billiards, and whatnot, but this current group is definitely in a different league altogether. He's simply calculated that hanging out with you isn't "profitable" for him because you aren't in a position to fund his lifestyle, or perhaps you just refuse to.