Talk about your feelings

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  1. redarmy11 Registered Senior Member

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  3. Oniw17 ascetic, sage, diogenes, bum? Valued Senior Member

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    I feel like I need to stop messing with the computer so much. I also feel like I haven't seen any of my friends in a minute. I feel I need to go get some more money so I can start hanging again and hookup with a girl. I feel like crackheads are the direct cause of 95% of my problems, but subconsciously I know that's not really true. I have a small amount of fear that I might not meet my self-set deadline for finishing JMHS... but not too much. I feel like I was really fucked up the day before yesterday, and maybe I should watch getting that messed up without anyone else around...especially during winter. I feel like I'm slowly letting myself go, not by my actions, but psychologically it feels like I'm fighting on the wrong side. I feel like I'm too indifferent sometimes, and too polarized at other times; I never find myself between the two when making decisions. I feel like I can't possibly die, like my will to live will somehow sheild me from death. Subconsciously, however, I know that all it would take is to stop my breathing. I often don't agree with my own thoughts, but I dismiss it as needless second-guessing and go with my first decision. I know that I'll never end up a loser; if my fool-proof plans to play the military fail due to something I didn't think about, I'll sell crack to get my start. It's like I have to keep telling myself to do something or it will never get done. I feel like I'm lazy and dismissive by nature, and I have to fight that in order to get anything done. Then I feel like everybody feels like that when I talk to people who don't ever get anything done and always complain about it. I feel like I'm too nice to my friends and too ready to fight whenever someone insults somebody who I know. I secretly think that this is some kind of social disorder that involves me being dependent on the people who I'm acquainted with. I keep this a secret because I see it as a weakness, but I'm not even sure that I should. I feel like I read too much to get fucked up as much as I do, and I wonder why I don't seem to have brain damage from drugs/alchohol/fighting. This makes me skeptical about other things. I feel like I'll never finish most of what I start writing, probably because I never get all the ideas written down, and I start writing something else after 30 or 40 pages. Even though I don't smoke cigarettes, and I almost feel like cigarettes are as bad for people as crack, I feel like they should put the smoking section back into restaurants, which is why I don't eat at them any more. I feel like I don't know what I'm going to do after I graduate high school, as far as education goes. I feel like a schedule would really help me, but I never end up going to sleep and waking up at the right times wheneve I make one. I notice things that have no relevance in real life like two people wearing white shirts standing in front of 3 people with blue shirts. I can't figure out why I notice things like that. I also can't figure out how people can go their whole lives without getting into a fight. I tried asking, but I still can't figure it out. I feel like I just spent way too much time typing this out, and I should get back to my essay for school.
     
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    I feel for you.
     
  8. redarmy11 Registered Senior Member

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    Our thoughts are with you. We sympathise from the heart of our bottoms.
     
  9. redarmy11 Registered Senior Member

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    I'm loving this thread right now. I feel that we men are really working out our issues here, in a non-judgemental atmosphere surrounded by like-minded, sensitive, empathetic individuals who are brave enough to validate our right to feel vulnerable. I know that gender wasn't specified in the opening post but feel that it would be a good idea if we kept this a men-only thread. Is there any way we could prevent female Sciforums members from actually reading it?

    And does anyone fancy a pint?
     
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    This could get gnarly.
     
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    I feel the need to compensate with a violent round of bloodsport.
     
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    We can ask the ladies to promise not to read this thread.
     
  13. darksidZz Valued Senior Member

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    I feel alone, isolated, confused. There is frustration, lonliness, awe, and hope. I'd like to see a time when I do find a female to mate with, but this time may never come given my gene pools appearant weakness's. Woman shall avoid me like the black death, first and foremost because I live at home @ age 25. You see money talks, and while people can to they usually won't unless you wave some around for them to see. I suspect I will be lost, like someone on Planet Of The Apes, only not with a friend or 2.

    Reason cannot be realized until fear is put aside, and there are many who fear being poor, homeless, and the like... I happen to be one of them. I have reason, but for all others it's lost, an truly this world is alien to me.

    Call me Alf, I'm not furry like he was though :L
     
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    Dark, do what you love to do (as long as it's legal), 'cause chances are, if you love your work, you'll be good at it, so work at what you'd study in your spare time anyway.
     
  15. Redefine91 I piss excellence Registered Senior Member

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    Oniw

    1.) How do Crackheads ruin your life

    2.) Whats your GPA and what'd you get on your SAT's/ACT's

    3.) What your going through is actually quite common. From what I can derive, your going to be done with High School this Summer. Many High schools don't realize the finality of senior year and the high school years in general until they actually are done with them, and thus, they start remorsing about all the things they could have done better. I have a very close friend who had this happen last year and a sister who had it happen 3 years ago. Concentrate on all the good things in school and in life in general that have happened to you. If you fucked up in the past.. Fuck it! it's in the past and bitchin about it only makes it worse. Realize you fucked up and then start coming up with ways to fix it and learn from it.
     
  16. Oniw17 ascetic, sage, diogenes, bum? Valued Senior Member

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    Like I said, they don't, but they're always trying to rob/cheat you out of something.
    I don't have a GPA exactly; I take a course at a time on jmhs.com. It's all tests too. They average score that I get for each course is 95-100%. I wasn't in school long enough to take ACT/SAT test, but I got a 23 composite score on the ACT Explorer when I took it.

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    I went to check out curby and then I remembered the Viz Profanosaurus, so here's a small selection of Viz talk:

    Armbreaker: Particularly energetic wank.
    Arse Spider: Tenacious well knotted winnit that cannot be removed without bringing 8 spindly hairs with it.

    Audition the finger puppets: A single-act, one man show not suitable for children . Autograph the gusset. To allow the turtles head to sign the inside of your underpants.

    Bacon strips: External female genitalia.

    Beef box: A container into which sausages are put.

    Benny Hill: Rhyming slang, female contraceptive.

    Brown Daisy: Unpleasantly scented flower which attracts flies rather than bees.

    Budgies tongue: Descriptive, the female erective bit!!

    Bum Goblin: A gnarled malevolent turd that jumps out behind you casting a painful spell on your ringpiece!

    B.V.H: Abbr, "Blue veined hooligan" A six inch tall, one eyed skinhead.

    Chugnuts: Extremely large piles.

    Cider Visor: Beer goggles for the younger drinker.

    Cliterature: One handed reading material.

    Cockoholic: One who is addicted to cockahol.

    Conkers deep: To be in a state of deep penetration . Cough your filthy yoghurt: Romantic expression for ejaculation.

    Crunchie: A sock worn the morning after being used as a wank-mop.

    Disco fanny: The full strength flavour achieved after 6 hours on a dance floor in PVC trousers.

    Ditch Pig: Affectionate term for an ugly fat girl.

    Frog: A formidable blast from the spunk trumpet where the ladies cheeks puff out like a bullfrog's.

    Double bassing: To have sex from behind while fiddling with the ladies left nipple with one hand and her budgies tongue with the other, a position similar to the one adopted for playing the double bass, though the sound is slightly different.

    Drown some kittens: To drown a litter of small stools.

    Eating sushi off a barber shop floor: Cunnulingus.

    Face fannies: Sideburns.

    Feeding the pony: One handed feeding of a lady's toothless gibbon.

    Five pinter: A very ugly woman you would only chat-up after five pints.

    Fizzy gravy: Rusty water, diahorrea.

    Free the tadpoles: To liberate the residents of ones wank tanks.

    Fuckshitfuckshitsuckshit: The sound made when driving through to narrow a gap at too high a speed.

    Funbagtastic: Exclm, may be uttered when seeing a large pair of breasts.

    Granny's oysters: Elderly female genitalia.

    Greyhound: Very short skirt, only an inch from the *hare*.

    Hairy Scallops: Furry shellfish to be eaten when bearded clams are out of season.

    Hand-to-gland combat: Vigorous three minute bout of gladiatorial combat involving a spam javelin.

    Heftty-clefty: Welly top, horses collar. Descriptive of a large vagina.

    Lord of the pies: Salad dodger, barge arse, Danny Baker.

    Mexican lipstick: Embarrassing facial tide mark found after eating out lady who was up on the blocks.

    Ming the merciless: Death by chocolate starfish.

    Monkey bath: A bath so hot when lowering yourself in you go 'Oo! Oo! Oo! Aa! Aa! Aa!'.

    Opera house: A large vagina, with heavy pink safety curtains.

    Pie-Liner: A Femidom.

    PIK: Acronym, Pig In Knickers.

    Pumpers Lump: The condition of enhanced right arm muscle due to excessive wanking.

    Quim Chin, Muff mouth: A bearded fellow.

    Release the chocolate hostage: To liberate Richard the third.

    Roy Castle's last blow: A pathetic whimpering fart.

    Starfish Trooper: An Arsestronaut'..

    Tit Pants: A Bra.

    Tongue Punchbag, Small man in a boat: See Budgie's Tongue.

    Two Bagger: Someone so ugly that two bags are required, one to cover their head and one to cover yours incase theirs falls off.

    Up on the blocks: Monthly MOT failure due to recurring leak under the Beatle Bonnet.

    Wet as an otters pocket: Descriptive as to the moistness of a ladies kipper mitten.

    X-Piles: Unwanted visitors from Uranus.



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    Bombay roll - like a sausage roll but with tits instead of pastry and a cock instead of a sausage. And it costs 25 quid instead of 30p.

    Budgie's tongue - Descriptive of the female erectile bit.

    Blue veined hooligan - a six-inch tall, one eyed skin-head.

    Chuff muncher - a woman in comfortable shoes.

    Cider visor - beer goggled for the younger street drinker.

    Cliterature - one handed reading matter.

    Cough your filthy yoghurt - a romantic expression for ejecualtion.

    Do a Southampton - to score and stay up when you really haven't got it in you.

    Drown some kittens - To pass a litter of small turds.

    Excalibur - A magic turd of legendary proportions that rises eerily out of the water of a mist shrouded toilet.

    fanny-nosher - A woman in comfortable shoes who takes the other bus to dine at the Y. A tennis fan.

    feeding the pony - One handed groping of a lady's toothless gibon.

    five pinter - an ugly bird who you'd only chat up after 5 pints.

    fizzy gravy - rusty water, diahorrea.

    free the tadpoles - to have a tug.

    genie rub - to buff up a skin lantern until you are granted three sticky wishes.

    greyhound - a very short skirt (ie "one inch from the hare")

    haddock pastie - beef curtains

    hand-to-gland combat - a three minute one man bout of gladitorial combat involving a spam javelin.

    ham-on-ham - the delightful sight of two young ladies going at it hammer and tongues.

    hang your hole - to moon

    harbour-master - one who has pilotted a few tugboats in his time.

    jelly jewellery - the earings, nose-studs, fancy spectacle and other facial adornments a woman sometimes receives when her partner had intended to give her a pearl necklace.

    left handed batsman - someone who prefers his balls delivered from the pavillion end.

    left-handed website - an internet website which causes visitors to use their mouse with the left hand.

    loose-lips - affectionate term for a woman has has been cocked more times than Davy Crockett's rifle.

    Mexican lipstick - the embarrasing facial tide marks found after eating out with a lady who is up on blocks.

    night watchman - a turd that has failed to flush away, not discovered until the next morning.

    pace car - the slow un-aerodynamic leading turd that once out of the way, allows the fast, souped up bastards behind it to put their foot down.

    pensioners leg - a thin, knobbly, veiny penis.

    pie-liner - a Femidom

    quim chin - (also muff-mouth, cunty chops) a bearder man eg. "Did you see Noel Edmunds on telly last night. The supind quim-chin." release the chocolate hostage - to Liberate a "Richard the Third" after his imprisonment in your back porch.

    sixty-eight - oral sex given on the understanding that the favour will be returned ("Ere, give us a sixty eight, and I'll owe you one")

    split the beard - part the whiskers, shag a bird.

    starfish trooper - an "arsetronaught"

    thick repeater - a large-bore semi-automatic, single barrel mutton musket.

    treading water - light strumming on the banjo in order to keep ones interest up during the dull plot bits in a grumbleflick.

    thunderbird - a fat woman

    tubby chaser - a man who thinks thunderbirds are go.

    turkey - the cracker you think you have pulled at the office christmas party, who turn out to be a tough old bird who only gets stuffed once a year.

    up on blocks - a woman with a monthly MOTT failure due to a recurring leak under the beetle bonnet.

    wizard's sleeve - A particularly capacious sausage wallet. As in "I can''t feel a thing in here. You must have a fanny like a wizard's sleeve."

    wobbly landing - Trying when drunk to maneover your underinflated zipper zeppelin into your bird's hairy hanger.



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    Beer scooter - Miraculous method of transport employed when leaving the pub after drinking large amounts of beer. So called due to the 'lost time' effect when returning home seemingly in no time and in incredible velocity

    Coilius interupus - Method employed by God to prevent the birth of 'meatloaf's daughter'(a turd) whereby the doorbell rings just as you are laying the foundations of a log cabin.

    Crafty butcher - A male homosexual. i.e. a man who likes to take his meat round the back.

    Crescent wank - To arrange one's favourite jazz periodicals in a half moon display, before kneeling down to perform a be-bob solo on the spunk trumpet.

    Dead otter - A single stool of immense proportions.

    Docker's omelette - A glistening gobbet of rubbery phlegm with remarkable anti-traction proportions. A gold watch.

    Dreadnought - Even bigger than a dead otter.

    Driving range - Where you hit your balls when practising with your wood.

    Eating sushi off a barber shop floor - Fanny diving.

    Horse's handbrake - A raging bone on.

    L.R.F (low resolution fox) - A female who appears to be attractive from a long distance, but is in fact unbelievably ugly close up.

    Lung warts - Small tits.

    Meatloaf's daughter - See dreadnought.

    Menange a une - A one in the bed romp. A wank.

    Mr Brown's at the window - To have a turtles head. First used by Queen Victoria. 'Prey forgive us, Mr Gladstone, but we cannot receive you at the present time. Mr Brown is at the window, and we fear we may papper our kex'

    Necking turds - Description of one suffering from halitosis. As in, 'Excuse me, madam, I don't want to appear rude, but have you been necking turds'

    Pace car - Of paying a sit down visit. The slow un-aerodynamic leading turd that once out of the way, allows the souped-up bastards behind to put their foot down.

    Ragman's coat - Turkey's wattle; raggy blart; An untidy vagina.

    Spice island - A foul smelling archipelago favoured by sailors on their trips around the world - i.e. the anus.

    Throwabout - A petite woman who can be easily 'thrown about' from one position to another during sex.

    Wizard's sleeve - Also a Clown's pocket. A particularly capacious sausage wallet. As in 'I can't feel a bloody thing. You must have a fanny like a wizard's sleeve'
     
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    Oniw, that you notice color patterns and design may say that your vocational dedication perhaps should be concentrated there.
     
  19. tablariddim forexU2 Valued Senior Member

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    I'm far too uptight to talk about my innermost feelings. I'm not going to sit here and tell a bunch of strangers how depressed I've been lately, lacking the incentive to do anything creative and forever regretting the day I stopped smoking weed. How could I come clean about the fact that my wife and I can't say more than 3 sentences to each other without her blowing her top and telling me what a horrible man I am. How on earth can I admit to the fact that I idly sit at my computer day in day out searching out these forums in a vain hope that I may have some meaningful communication with total strangers that will lift me from my abject misery?

    And, even if I did admit to these things, how could I then convince the readers that things aren't half as bad as they sound, that in reality I am quite content in my self inflicted cocooned non-life? That I prefer this to the myriad other things I could be doing in the 'real' world' with 'real people', things I do from time to time anyway, but which are never really fulfilling in any real sense?

    No, you won't catch me opening my heart out to a bunch of losers like you lot, what, you think my ego is not strong enough to hide my true emotions?
     
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    IAC was right. This has got gnarly. Whatever gnarly means.
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    Tab, your wife is blowing her top because she has been festering. She feels that you don't love her anymore. She has noticed that you attend to her less, cuddle her less etc. So (being female) instead of approaching you and saying she loves and values you, she's bottled up her fears of losing you and blown her stack!

    What she wants is some demonstration from you, that her fears are unfounded and you do love her. Buy her some flowers, tell her you love her and take her out to dinner. The three sentance chats will end and she'll open up in a more civilised manner.

    Good luck mon ami.
     

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