I’ll be honest—there’s plenty of resentment bubbling up in me, especially when I run into certain arrogant jerks on these forums, and yeah, even some of the moderators. But that’s just how it goes.
The best thing you can do is just give it a dry smile and move on. 😁
My natural state? Honestly, I just head downtown for a quick stroll and grab a coffee. Or, if I really need to decompress, I’ll retreat to the bathroom and soak in some hot water. It does wonders for the nerves! 🙂
Hillary Clinton, regarding that point you made about math—it was always my Achilles' heel. I mean, I actually did alright in class, but I never truly liked it; my teacher even used to call me "the non-intellectual." God, the humiliation of that... And it’s always been like that—even when I actually know the answer, I don't step up, mostly because I'm constantly convinced that everyone else is just "smarter" than me. Though, honestly? They probably aren't.
I don't know—I just tend to stay on the sidelines, whether it's when it comes to actual knowledge, dealing with guys, or even getting into an argument.
I deal with something pretty similar, actually. For instance, whenever someone gets disrespectful or just plain rude to my face, my immediate reaction is to either shut down completely or just offer a polite smile and move on. It’s not that I don't notice it—it's just that I have zero appetite for confrontation—and, if I'm being honest, the whole thing genuinely scares me.
Look, is it really anyone's fault if a family isn't a perfect, cohesive unit? Should someone be kicked out of the house just because they don't fit that specific mold?
Olivia Rivera77, maybe you just love that kid a little too much—and this whole fixation on their death... it feels more like an irrational fear than anything else. You're just terrified that something might actually happen to them.
I have these strange obsessions... I can't stop my mind from looping back to thoughts about sexual assault. It’s not that I find any pleasure in it—far from it—it just leaves me feeling this overwhelming sense of anxiety that I simply can't shake...
I’ve been going to therapy to deal with social anxiety, and I'm currently on Cipralex and Ritalin—though honestly, I'm not even entirely sure if Cipralex is actually the right call for obsessive thoughts; I really should probably do some actual reading on it.
Does anyone else here struggle with similar obsessions?
I honestly run into people who are just plain dim—and let’s be real, some are quite unattractive too—which seems to drive them straight toward narcissism. But it isn't even about them putting on a little act for show; they are genuinely, deeply self-absorbed. It's pathetic, really. 😢
I’ve never been much of an auditory learner—it just doesn't stick—but then again, I'm a visual learner who can't seem to wrap my head around spatial awareness. Sometimes, even after walking down the exact same streets in Chicago dozens of times, they just... slip away. Total blank.
I deal with this too... I honestly can't tell my streets or highways apart half the time. What actually determines that? I've heard somewhere that people who have a really strong sense of direction tend to be naturally gifted at logic or math...
Honestly, I’d suggest looking into some antidepressants. Right now, my cocktail includes Lexapro, Zoloft, Prozac, and at night Paxil. For me, the Lexapro and Zoloft are doing most of the heavy lifting—as for the others? I couldn't tell you why I’m even bothering with them, but hey, that’s what my psychiatrist insists on. I'm telling you this for your own good.
I really think you should go see a solid psychologist or a decent psychiatrist. Once you get things sorted, you'll see—everything is going to be just fine. I'm rooting for you! 🙂
"I am Ronald Rogers27, and Ronald Rogers27 is perfection." And then everyone else acts all self-important—meanwhile, you’re over here playing the humble martyr.
Don't take this the wrong way, but you're being pathetic.
br.1: I was actually just about to sit him down and walk him through the nuance between schizoid and schizotypal personality disorders—you know, the actual clinical distinctions—but honestly? I think he’s just playing the fool.
br.2: Kenneth Campbell, look, I don't see myself ever touching drugs, but I'll admit... during that whole adolescent identity crisis phase, I did dip my toes in.