man, now i see why you were so offended i was nervous about doing a transaction on tgr over your golf clubs. you said my expression of anxiety -- which i think i specifically said had nothing to do with you -- was "questioning your integrity." i didn't "disparage" anybody's choice to drink or smoke weed. what a weird choice of words over that particular subject. there are a lot more people out there who have issues that they don't recognize than there are people who are diagnosed but you probably only like the official state stats and pointing fingers.
you should be a lawyer. that is not disparaging him or his choice. i think he was expressing some anxiety over his own choice. i didn't mock him or laugh at him like you have me for my choice. talking about negative impacts is not disparaging him or his choice. it was obviously in the context of SUPPORTING someone who was expressing issues with his emotional state and significant alcohol consumption and a difficult situation.
we don't exist on the same plane, 4matic, and no matter how much you attack me it doesn't change the reality i deal with or millions of others deal with. it doesn't change your ignorance or your spite. i have dealt with people like you -- well, not so much the arrogant moneyed part -- but people with your attitude for most of my life. it obviously used to hurt a lot. but i see things differently now and while i've tried to be respectful because i'm talking about something important to a lot of people, you're not trying to have a conversation or be supportive of anybody here.
You listen and you listen good. Not having condiments touch the bread is straight up commie pinko. This relegates the bread to a vehicle that only delivers innards. A true sandwich or burger exists as a unified concept. Seriously, go reread Plato's allegory of the cave. What you are describing is an illusory sandwich shadow on your cave wall. Climb out of that cave and let the true form of the sandwich appear before you. Only then can you achieve total condiment consciousness.
lmao, ty CLaw
looks like I have a lot to ponder....
yes, my scope is very limited and i struggle to be around and interact with people. among other things, i have spent most of 30 years in the back of every room so nobody was behind me, facing all exits and entrances. i avoid driving and large crowds to the best of my ability. i make a beeline to the exit at the tiniest hint of conflict. i jump a foot off the ground at loud noises or car backfires or people coming up behind me. that's just one small aspect of it but i'm sure you will minimize that.
that's part of the reason i was sick for 6 weeks after going to alpental. it was existentially exhausting for me to interact with even nice people for 2 days in an environment that calms me more than anything. i did it knowing it would make me sick because i'm trying to overcome my limitations to the best of my ability for my son's sake. i also did it knowing i would likely soon be choosing to change my life in difficult ways, which is why i was talking about divorce in this thread before it got sidetracked.
i was 17 when i was barricaded for 4 hours in a shooting that killed 2 and injured another and ruined at least a couple after running to shut the door in a hail of gunfire. it ruined me no matter what i did - immediately and catastrophically and at least in some contexts, permanently. and almost everywhere i turned, i faced people with attitudes similar to yours.
before that, i was earnest, i was an excellent student who most of my teachers liked, i was team captain of my wrestling team and considered highly coachable, i was recruited by stanford for a while, i was elected drum major by more than 100 people out of 140, i had friends, i was an oregon track official for years and spent time around all kinds of championship athletes and highly successful people. i was very good interacting with people. there are many things you don't understand but i wasn't born this way.
Mustard on a burger is fucking insane. Get that shit out of here. That's the whole point of hot dogs.
Decisions Decisions
Mustard AND ketchup, foos. And sometimes mayo too.
This could be the driftiest thread ever.
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