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ORIGINAL: GhitaAmati I admit I am entirely confused by men... I admit I have no idea what to do with any of them... I admit maybe Im the one letting everything get too complicated inside my head... I admit there are no less than 5 men I could easily call up right now and say "I love you" too... I admit Im probably drunk and want attention more than Im actually "in love" with any of them.... I admit I should be sleeping off the whiskey right now... Why do you think that men are any different? I mean, actual men, and not moronic children who live to watch morons who run up and down an astroturf field or wood floor? We aren't. We want security, attention, being held, being told we are good people, all that stuff. I gather you are going through a rough time, but how much of that is because you don't know how to listen? Perhaps your soon-to-be ex is a flaming asshole. Perhaps not. But relationships don't arise in a vacuum, and they don't flame out spontaneously. Booze doesn't help. I learned that the hard way. And the people you are posting to here are, IMO, the last people you want to go to for advice. Truly, if you want to know how to beat a DWI wherein the drunken driver nearly kills someone, talk to Term. He's PROUD of getting away with shit. Real role model there. Don't get me wrong; I like certain aspects of Term. But other aspects of him are truly despicable. There are a couple women here who hack at themselves with knives and razor blades. Yet there are others who nod their heads sagely at the sane and sensible advice the self-mutilators give. And, of course, the enablers tell the self-hackers that there is nothing wrong with their behavior; it's a rational response to the insanity of modern civilization. Right. I'm trying to heal some serious physical wounds, so I come here and occasionally post. I primarily post in Politics and Religion, because I have an interest in Politics. I have posted here occasionally because there is another person, whom I have met in person, who posts here, and I don't have an easily accessable profile elsewhere. So this is as good a place as any to communicate. And occasionally there is a true cry for empathy/sympathy, such as Grinner's recent loss. Now, I don't know the guy, so I feel that any expression of sympathy from me would be false, and I refuse to jump on the false sympathy bandwagon. Likewise, I refuse to jump on the false Internet friendship bandwagon. I have revealed certain things about myself previously, because I got sucked into the fake intimacy of the net. I don't know any of you, except for one whom I have actually met. But the medium seems to engender a false sense of personal knowledge and friendship. And it is quite interesting when one observes that the people, few they may be, that one actually, in real life, knows, hold their imaginary friendships in higher esteem that those that are real. That, in fact, is the reality of this thread. One sees page after page of people proclaiming their affection for one another, whom they actually have never even met, while those they have met become invisible. "I admit that I am so overwhelmed by the online persona written by some person whi says they are in London that I have to put a towel under my cunt." One doesn't even know of there is actually a human being writing this pap. Maybe, Ghita, you are getting confused reading the crap here that passes for wisdom, but which is actually complete and total horseshit. There is not a single person here whom I would turn to for advice on anything other than simple technical stuff. I mean, I might not be the world's sharpest guy, but I know the difference between the real world and some douchebag on the internet babbling about fluoride. Have another drink.
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"We are convinced that freedom w/o Socialism is privilege and injustice, and that Socialism w/o freedom is slavery and brutality." Bakunin “Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone; therefore we are saved by love.” Reinhold Ne
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