Hi people :)
I'm Anastasia! I'm 23, and bisexual.
So I love this url too much to change it, but update: i'm completely sober now. Sobriety date 9/16/16.
I still maintain my insanity even without the drugs yayy.
I wish I was a kitten, I wanna scratch people and be lazy.
Oh and I love you, whoever you are =)
I don't know what else to say here...but let's be friends :)
kthanksbye(:
In this society we have a massive emotional shutdown, and you can see it in the increasing violence in the culture. Gory movies have to be more and more gory, sports have to be more violent people have to beat each other to a pulp on television, also the fact that sex has to be objectified and more and more salacious. Everything has to be over-the-top. Because we are so emotionally shut down, it takes more and more to titillate us, because what used to excite people decades ago is no longer sufficient. Why? Because we’re shutting down…Because we are hurt so much. Because the more we shut down, the more we turn to external sources of stimulation to feel anything at all. In the case of abused children, or depressed children, the shutdown is obvious. They are the segments of our young population that need our help the most. These children are way more likely to turn to negative stimulation, such as drugs, promiscuity, crime, or violence. But, the kids who don’t get help, usually end up in trouble with the law. Instead of receiving help, they are labeled as criminals and sent to correctional facilities, when they should be treated for mental disorders or receive emotional damage counseling. Specifically, in the case of kids who grow up to be addicts, the lack of help/counseling as a child causes these serious problems. Those kids that were not rescued, because according to all the research and brain development data, drug addicts are nothing but criminals and delinquents. No one stops to realize that drug addicts are often the ones who are in so much pain that they want to soothe themselves with drugs. If we take people who abuse to start with and we make them into our social enemy, we put a population of damaged individuals into the same category of criminals. You send these addicts to prison, and when they come out, they are no longer depressed drug addicts, they are hardened criminals, from months/years of interaction with real criminals. So when they are children, some people try and help/rescue them, but most fail without the proper resources or protection from the law. So, we end up persecuting them for their rest of their lives, because they are looked down on as criminals. And this new obsession with the “war on drugs” is an incorrect term, and a discriminatory campaign. There is no war on drugs, because you cannot have a war against inanimate objects. There is only war on drug addicts. Which means we are warring on the most abused and vulnerable segments of the population.
(wrote this myself, with a little research and paraphrasing from an article that had the most horrible grammar i’ve ever seen in my life)
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1 year ago
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Today, I fucked up… by killing a video game monster instead of the centipede on my arm
So I was digging through my parents’ favorite video games and decided to continue my mom’s game in Onimusha 3. It’s kind of old but it’s pretty fun and I’m doing well until I come across this monster.
That is, both in game AND in real life.
Because when I looked down on my arm, there’s this giant ass centipede just waltzing its way up my arm like “Hey girl what’s up doing anything this weekend?”
But I don’t have time for to deal with this guy and the monster on the screen was about to attack my character. So I decide that my in-game HP was more important than my in-real-life HP and ended up going for a 10-slash combo instead of killing the bug on my arm.
Annnnddddd just as I finish the monster off the centipede bites down on my arm and I start screaming bloody murder partly because of the pain and mostly because having a giant centipede hanging off of your arm is just pretty fucking scary.
Fast forward a few minutes later mom’s icing my arm and screaming her lungs out: “If you even had a brain the size of Justin Bieber’s dick to press the pause button, you would never have fucked up like this!” (Pardon the strange wording, we speak Chinese at home and this is the most literal translation I could come up with.)
TLDR: Decided to kill a monster on-screen than a monster in real life. Ended up with a centipede bite and a roasting from my mom.
This happen to me about an hour ago. My car broke down and had to call Uber for a ride across town to work (which is about 40 minutes away). I work for a pretty big company and when he saw the address the conversation started. (For my privacy and the privacy of others, I’m going to change the name of my job and the people I’m speaking of.)
UD: “Hey man, you work JOB? How do you like it?”
Me: “It is pretty good. Pay is great, people are nice…can’t really complain.”
UD: “Bruh that is really good man. Gotta work hard these days, don’t know if you’ll have another chance, you know?”
Me: “Yeah man. I get you.”
UD: “I actually got a friend that works up there. He use to make websites all the time and he was excited when you guys hired him.”
Me: “I’m glad to hear that. What is his name?”
UD: “My boy Frank.”
Me: “Frank…Gallagher?”
UD: “Hell yeah, he is super smart and had a streak of bad luck with jobs. Then he got hired there and we knew he was set.”
Me: “Um..When was the last time you talked to him?”
UD: “Its been about 2-ish years. Me and my girl had a kid and lost contact with a few people but now that you reminded me of him, I’m going to hit him up soon.”
Me: “I don’t know if that is possible, Frank died like 2 years ago.”
UD: “…..What? Nah man. We must be talking about two different people.”
Me: “I’ve been working there for a while and we have had only one Frank Gallagher to work for us. He died in the summer of 2014 I believe.”
UD: “No, he didn’t. I’m going to call him right now because I’m pretty sure we are talking about two different people bruh.”
calls Frank on his phone and the number is disconnected
UD: “He probably didn’t pay his bill. You know how us black people are with our bills and shit. Hahaha”
Me: “Ummm…I trained him when he was hired. I’m sorry you found out this way but he was the only one.”
UD: “He wasn’t some young dude. He is about my age, like 40…”
Me: “or early 50’s? Black, slender, short with salt and pepper hair. Chipped tooth? Yeah, Frank. I know him because I really like him. Worked harder than any other young guy I’ve ever trained. He died, man. I’m really sorry you found out like this.”
Uber Driver starts to cry and pulls over
UD: “I….what…we were around the same age. What the fuck?!”
Me: “I’m sorry…I don’t know what to say” looks at the clock on my phone
UD: “He is way to young to die man. We are both in our 40’s bruh.*
He eventually collected himself and kept driving. Still got to work on time. I took a picture of Frank that I had on my desk and sent it to him, so he could realize we are talking about the same person.
TL;DR I, a stranger, informed a friendly Uber driver that one of his friends died and we shared a very emotional car ride together.
I go to a religious school, and it has a rather large church that we attend on Sundays, so a lot of time I browse Reddit. Past week I finally decided to make an account so I can upvote and comment and that sort of shit.
Anyways… here’s the story- I’m cruising old Reddit posts on /r/AskReddit under the top rated section, and reading the comments.
I find the funniest comment to me for some reason which was “Nothing puts me in the mood to fuck a pregnant stripper like Squidbillies.” So like a normal guy, I copy paste it to send to my friend down the row who is also on Reddit.
But instead of iMessage, I have to hold it and send it as a text bc his data is off, whatever. But because of the cracks in my screen I accidentally pressed “Speak” which is next to “Send as text message”
Then proceeds Siri’s voice- echoing over the dead quiet sanctuary, down the balcony and off the walls: “NOTHING PUTS ME IN THE MOOD TO FUCK A PREGNANT STRIPPER LIKE SQUIDBILLIES”
And 300 people all around me turn to see my face- red from embarrassment and eyes with tears because of how funny it actually was.
So.. this morning after my first final exam I get a call slip to the Administration office and assigned 75 demerits and having my enrollment threatened if I let my phone scream about intercourse with pregnant strippers again.
What if people who have anxiety are just unaccustomed to the way the world works because this is the first incarnation of their soul on the earth? And confident people are at ease with the world because they have already been incarnated multiple times and, in a sense, already know how the world works.
