silentpilot6 said:Honestly, you’d basically be burning his favorite teddy bear right in front of him... I swear, that's easily five hundred times more cruel than just a little discipline with a belt. 😁 Professional counseling... it seems to be the big trend lately. I suppose all those high-priced psychologists and psychiatrists have to make a living somehow 😉... but professional help versus a few swats on the backside? I'm picking the latter. 😁
You mentioned yourself that your father is a psychiatrist, yet here you are spending so much time on this forum campaigning AGAINST professional help—doesn't that strike you as a bit ironic? Maybe it’s worth having a real conversation with your dad, or perhaps you just need to work through this delayed rebellion against parental authority once and for all.
Honestly, I think it’s fantastic. And look, I’m not some French language major or anything. I mean, how many times have I watched a movie where a guy moves to some tiny, judgmental backwater town? Maybe once. But that’s not really the point of this story; it’s all about the characters and the situations they find themselves in. It’s genuinely witty, and honestly, it’s one of those rare comedies that actually holds up and makes you laugh out loud. In my opinion, most of those American "quasi-comedies" just pack the theaters by relying on cheap gags and endless clichés. It’s all just low-brow nonsense piled on top of more nonsense.
It’s not just about the dialogue; it’s the fantastic, subtle acting and those everyday, hilarious scenarios—like the bit with the wheelchair, the bicycle scenes, or the one where she gets pulled over on the highway—that make it so relatable. I truly think this is a movie meant for the big screen; I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. Sometimes I find myself daydreaming about the typical tropes you see in comedies—you know, the usual Jim Carrey slapstick or that classic American prom king & queen look. This film stands out because it features realistic people and genuine situations, which is why I love it so much. There's no forced laughter here.
I understand French, but definitely not well enough to catch all the little linguistic jokes without subtitles.
This French comedy is just wonderfully low-key and absolutely hilarious. It’s all about regular people dealing with everyday situations—it feels so incredibly real. I don't want to say too much and spoil the best jokes, so... just go watch it. You'll be laughing the entire time.
Telfast isn't actually a corticosteroid; as I mentioned before, it's an antihistamine, which means its job is to prevent or treat allergic reactions. As for what is or isn't safe to take while you're pregnant, you really need to clear that with your OB-GYN. If your doctor is being difficult about it, just go find a different one.
Just as a side note—if a pregnant woman has asthma and suffers an attack, she will very likely be treated with corticosteroids. According to a pulmonologist I spoke with, while they can have risks, those risks are far outweighed by the danger of both the mother and the baby being deprived of oxygen.
It seems like medical doctors don't really have the training to measure intelligence properly, and many aspiring psychologists fail to realize that an IQ test and a general knowledge quiz are two completely different animals. To put it plainly, if someone can't tell whether the person administering a test is a physician or a psychologist—which, let's face it, at least 90% of people couldn't distinguish—that doesn't say a single thing about their actual intelligence. Furthermore, I personally feel it’s quite unprofessional for those in the mental health field, whether they are future psychologists or therapists, to belittle people in such a condescending manner.
Whoa there, let’s slow down—we definitely shouldn't be handing out medical diagnoses on a forum (and even if we were doctors, I certainly am not one)! I was simply suggesting that based on the description, this looksa bit like that. The OP should definitely check in with a professional to get a real opinion!
Brandon Newman95 said:My take: see a neurologist or a psychologist/psychiatrist—usually, those are the ones who order the deep-dive tests. It's highly likely this traces back to your childhood since things were rough growing up. That kind of stuff can stay buried and pop up way later, especially if you never processed your emotions. To be honest, this sounds a lot like an anxiety-depressive disorder. I’ve been through my own hell over the last six months and still don't even have a diagnosis yet.
Whether you have a formal diagnosis or not really doesn't change the bottom line. It all comes down to this: is your ultimate goal to collect labels, or is it actually to feel better? Psychiatry isn't exactly an exact science like physics or math. The specific name attached to a condition matters less than the treatment itself—and honestly, a skilled psychiatrist knows how to help you regardless of what official label is on the chart. For instance, a wide range of diagnoses can be managed with antidepressants, and your doctor will determine which specific medication fits your profile. The same goes for psychotherapy; the approach to therapy often remains consistent regardless of the specific diagnostic code.
It’s definitely a psychiatrist you should see (psychologists don't really handle this side of things, though they can run specific tests if a psychiatrist requests them). Based on what you've described, it sounds like it could be anxiety or depressive disorder. Treatment usually involves psychotherapy and/or medication, depending on how severe the symptoms are. Honestly, it’s pretty wild that a general practitioner would just shrug their shoulders and say they "don't know." Seriously?!
darktiger27 said:The world is split into good people and bad people. You’re born that way; you don't just wake up one day and decide to be a saint or a villain. I look at my three-month-old son and I just know. He's a good baby, which means he'll be a good man. I can see it. He smiles, plays with his tiny hands—just pure, innocent happiness. Like a little angel. Did anyone ever bother to ask my kids if they even wanted to show up to this world? Then there's my eight-year-old daughter. She told me the other day, "Mom, I told that girl to stop yelling at me, because she's yelling at Jesus." When the girl asked her what she meant, she just said, "Jesus is in all of us." It makes you wonder. Who asked these pure souls—people who are destined to be good—if they actually wanted to get dragged into all this earthly mess? They were plucked from somewhere in the cosmos, or wherever, dreaming peacefully until they were forced down here. Why? Because we're selfish. We're terrified of being alone, especially when we're old and weak. We think having kids will save our marriages or give us something to do when life gets boring. We know how the world works. For every good person out there, there's a bad one to balance the scales. That's just how it seems to me. A friend once told me that the luckiest person is the one who was never born. I think about that a lot. Does anyone ever ask us if we want to participate in this life?
1. You're getting lost in your own contradictions. 2. My daughter would know better than that. 3. Honestly, since I joined this forum, I haven't seen a single post that was uglier (or sadder) than this one.
We can say whatever we want at this point—we can label him a monster, and honestly, we’d probably be right. But the guy is dead, and frankly, it doesn't matter what specific name we give to the tragedy that unfolded. It’s a closed chapter: he’s gone, and everyone else is gone too. There isn't a single insult we could hurl in our righteous fury that would actually bring any of them back.
These kinds of things happen; they happened in the past, and they'll keep happening. There will always be SOMETHING. First it’s war, then it’s a natural disaster, then it’s violence and crime. Sure, we need to focus on prevention—maybe that way we can save at least a few people. That’s why we’re asking "why" right now, because if we can pin down a reason, maybe we can actually do something to make it less frequent in the future.
As for being outraged after the fact? It’s completely useless.
At the end of the day, we can spend our time judging or making excuses, but the damage is already done. The vessel is shattered. He’s gone, the woman is gone, and the children are gone too. There is no saving them now, and there is no one left to hold accountable.
If what’s being reported in the New York Post is actually accurate, the whole situation starts to make much more sense—it looks like pure desperation fueled by illness. You have this cocktail of mental fog from the disease mixed with those old-school, traditionalist values where the man is seen as the absolute pillar of the family. It's that mindset where everything revolves around him, he's indispensable, and keeping up appearances for the sake of "family honor" is everything. In that kind of culture, his various affairs are basically brushed under the rug as long as they aren't splashed across the front page of the Times.
Unlike cancer, AIDS carries this heavy stigma because people link it to reckless behavior or certain lifestyles. When someone is battling cancer, people offer sympathy, but when it comes to AIDS, there’s often judgment or even avoidance. I’m not saying that’s how things should be, but that’s just the reality of the society we live in.
I honestly don't think this was just a crime of passion; it feels much more calculated than that. According to the news reports, he actually bought and prepared the rifle a day in advance. He waited until early morning to strike while they were still asleep, which suggests this wasn't some heat-of-the-moment argument. Planning something like that requires a certain level of premeditation. Then again, since his mental state was clearly not sound at the time, we could be looking at a psychotic break. It’s such a tragedy because there's no way for us to get any clarity from them now.
In some of these heartbreaking cases where a parent decides to take both themselves and their spouse, they sometimes kill the children as well, thinking they're doing them a "mercy" so they won't have to grow up as orphans.
I was actually just thinking about this myself. My first thought is that the initial point focuses entirely on material wealth. In a society where money is treated as Bog and the absolute center of everything, the soul simply withers away.