Ed Gein sentenced
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Does anyone here actually remember how they finally caught him?
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mistybison said:I have reached a point where I am no longer overly preoccupied with others. While that might sound harsh out of context, it simply means I avoid becoming too emotionally attached, which prevents me from harboring unrealistic expectations. I remain prepared for any outcome, understanding that everyone possesses both flaws and virtues, and that people’s shifting moods are rarely a reflection of my own worth. Although my intuition regarding character remains fairly accurate, even when I am surprised by someone, it no longer affects me deeply. I refuse to lose faith in humanity or alter my fundamental nature just because I encountered an individual who didn't meet my standards.
I approach my relationships with intention, engaging only in the types of connections that feel mutually beneficial and appropriate. If I find someone’s character to be incompatible—whether they are manipulative, overly possessive, or simply unkind—I distance myself accordingly. When professional obligations require me to interact with someone I wouldn't otherwise choose, I focus on establishing and maintaining firm boundaries to ensure the dynamic stays strictly within acceptable limits. If there is no necessity for such interaction, I simply withdraw entirely.
There is simply no way to shield yourself from encountering unpleasant people in life. Trust is something earned over time rather than a gift handed out to strangers or casual acquaintances. I always choose to start from a positive standpoint—assuming people will be decent—but I maintain enough healthy skepticism to stay prepared if they aren't. I tend to balance my perspective until someone proves they've tipped the scales. In the past, I was far too accommodating; I believed I could maintain functional relationships with almost anyone, regardless of how difficult, insecure, or dishonest they might be. I used to think everyone deserved a chance at friendship, but I've since learned that was an exaggeration. 😁 Unfortunately, it became clear that certain "difficult" individuals would inevitably act in ways that would damage or even destroy our relationship. I simply no longer have the desire to waste my time or energy on those types of people, at least not more than absolutely necessary.
I find myself appreciating the kindness in people more and more every day. 🙂 I believe truly healthy relationships can only flourish with people who possess genuine integrity, alongside strong self-esteem and self-respect. While you can certainly find interest in other types of connections, they always feel incomplete—marked by an underlying tension and distance because you can never truly let your guard down. When you constantly have to navigate someone else's insecurities, walk on eggshells to avoid bruising their ego, or manage their unpredictable moods and outbursts, it becomes exhausting. Constantly validating someone's delusions or building defensive walls just to avoid being exploited eventually drains your spirit, leaving you with no desire to maintain those ties.
I believe people frequently mistake genuine kindness and integrity for a simple lack of self-respect—what some might call a "doormat personality." 😁 There are individuals who act as if they exist solely to serve others, only to be shocked when they end up being exploited, or they offer endless unsolicited favors and then feel resentful when nothing is returned in kind. Anyone who consistently exits every relationship feeling used, betrayed, or disappointed—repeatedly gravitating toward narcissists, egoists, or toxic personalities—really ought to take a moment to reflect on why that pattern keeps repeating.
Anonymous said:Sometimes I can’t help but feel like life would be a lot easier if I were just more ruthless. But honestly? That’s just not who I am, and I don't know how to function in an environment like that. Even when I’m surrounded by people who seem well-meaning on the surface—even though we all know deep down they’re total snakes—I still give them the benefit of the doubt until they eventually stab me in the back. When they do, I just end up feeling disappointed, angry, and heartbroken, wondering how this keeps happening to me. I truly love genuine, good people, but they tend to live in their own little bubbles. Nowadays, if you actually want to build a meaningful life and surround yourself with decent human beings, it feels like you have to fight through a gauntlet of chaos just to establish a sense of security and independence.
I’m curious to hear from you guys: how have you structured your lives to find peace? More importantly, how do you navigate around the materialists, the egoists, and those selfish power-trippers with warped values who seem to hold all the cards?
briskskipper71 said:I really have to quote this post because I agree with you 100%—I’ve been obsessing over this topic for a few days now and finally felt like I had to say something. I was lucky because my mom didn't "love" me by just watching my every move and handing over her credit card; instead, she worked hard to teach both me and my sister how to face the temptations of the outside world in the simplest ways possible. And honestly, we’ve both handled it pretty well, depending on our personalities, I guess. Since I was not even three years old, I learned that pointing at something doesn't mean I get it, even though we could have easily afforded more than the neighbors. But hey, nobody can have everything they want—as income grows, so do wants and needs. It’s better for a child to realize early on that they can't always get everything they desire, so they learn the value of things and actually enjoy what they have. Of course, I’m not saying kids should take a vow of poverty or anything! Not at all! But everything should be earned through effort rather than emotional blackmail. The most common version of that is screaming, which most parents cave to, and then they end up doing a huge disservice to their kid.
I will never forget two specific situations involving my school buddy's sister. It was back in the mid-90s, during a time when people were just struggling to put food on the table. I went over to his place to work on math homework and study for our high school graduation exams. That day, I had made this solemn decision to skip the graduation trip organized by the school, because I figured it was better for my parents to fix the broken windows in our house than for me to blow money we barely had for essentials 🙂
When I walked into my friend's house, it was total chaos. His younger sister was lying on the floor crying—a complete tragedy. Want to guess why? She wanted a pair of Levi's jeans that cost about $40 back then. It wasn't that she didn't have pants—she obviously did—it was just that her current ones weren't Levi's 🙄 And yeah, she got those jeans, along with countless other things before and after, which is the saddest part: she never actually enjoyed any of it because she was always obsessing over the next thing she "needed." I ran into her again more than ten years later. We were traveling on an Amtrak train, and she was calling her parents from the aisle, crying on the phone and begging them to wire her $50 immediately. It was the exact same scenario as the jeans, except this time it involved drugs. Her own mother confirmed it to me. Poor thing, she still doesn't realize she was just helping her daughter destroy herself. I guess the road to hell really is paved with good intentions.
Look, I'm not a fan of physical punishment, but I truly think that girl's life would have been a lot better if, instead of those Levi's, she had been disciplined properly. 😉
David Bishop4 said:I have a question, and I would be truly grateful if anyone with some knowledge could help me out. What kind of antidepressant is Lexapro? I am currently taking it, but I’ve been having some digestive issues lately, so my doctor prescribed some Reglan. Looking at the instructions for the Reglan, it mentions that it shouldn't be used alongside tricyclic antidepressants. This has left me feeling a bit uncertain because I don't really understand how these different medications work. Is Lexapro considered a tricyclic antidepressant or not? Thank you all so much in advance for your help.
Aaron Campbell47 said:I’m just... eaten up by this. I haven't been sleeping, I can't focus on anything, and it's been going on for days now. It’s because I did something truly awful behind the back of someone I really care about. Part of me thinks telling them would be a relief—like a way to clear my own conscience—but I know it would hurt them deeply. Probably devastatingly so. Maybe I even deserve to feel this much pain, if not more. How do you quiet a guilty conscience without causing more damage?
David Bishop4 said:Hey everyone, I have another question for the group. For the last six days, I’ve been taking just a quarter of my 10 mg Lexapro dose. Aside from an occasional, strange, and somewhat unsettling sensation in my head that wakes me up at night—though it doesn't happen every single evening—I haven't dealt with any major side effects. Is this kind of sensation normal? Should I stick with the Lexapro for now? My psychiatrist is currently away on vacation, so I don't have anyone else to consult with at the moment.
wiredcrane11 said:I didn't really post this to ask for help or vent about specific problems, but rather to open up a conversation about this phenomenon because it's something many people aren't even aware of, even though it happens to everyone.
ironwolf82 said:Thanks so much for all the replies and for genuinely wanting to help!
I want to apologize for not being totally upfront at the start—it just felt a bit awkward to bring this up!
But seeing how everyone is offering such thoughtful advice makes me feel silly for keeping it bottled up. Sorry again about that.
I guess the real reason I’ve been avoiding farming is because of how much it affects my appearance, which isn't exactly perfect to begin with.
My facial skin is incredibly sensitive; it turns bright red the second I deal with any physical exertion, sun exposure, or even just the wind. After working out in the fields, my face gets so flushed I feel like I’m actually burning. My cheeks just radiate heat. That’s why I originally brought this up from a psychological perspective. It’s hard to ignore when you’re standing there looking so conspicuous, and I haven't really found a way to just accept it. Even if I try to blend in, I end up drawing attention because I’m practically glowing with heat, like a little red sun. It makes me feel so self-conscious whenever I have to head into town or leave the rural areas. As I get older, the redness seems to be getting more intense, and honestly, I’m feeling less and less prepared to handle it, especially the outdoor labor. I’ve seen a dermatologist, but their take was basically that this is just my skin type and I have to live with it. But I can't... it’s really taking a toll on me. It’s affecting my daily life because I find myself avoiding people, especially when my face is flared up. It's just tough...
David Nelson74 said:It’s actually quite interesting reading your perspective. Please, for God's sake, don't spend the rest of your life doing something you hate. Don't be afraid to venture into the unknown or take a risk. Be a dreamer and chase your own vision, regardless of what anyone else thinks. Plenty of massive entrepreneurs and titans of industry were considered dreamers or "crazy," but they took the leap and believed in themselves. There’s a businessman in my town—maybe one of the most successful ceramic manufacturers in the country—who arrived in Chicago decades ago from overseas with nothing but a single suitcase. He was practically starving and penniless. People called him a dreamer and a fool, but today he owns a factory that supports dozens of families.
Kevin Wilson8 said:My mom once told me that once kids grow up, parents don't really need them anymore.😕
I’m feeling a bit 😕 ; if that's the case, why won't she just let me live my life?
It feels like a lot of people—not everyone, obviously, but many—reach their 60s and just start feeding their own selfishness.🙂