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I was all excited for show and tell day in pre school. So excited that as soon as I walked in the door I held up my thing (I don't remember what it was but that's not important) and told everybody to LOOK AT MY AWESOME THINGY. When my mom whispered to me that now's not the time to show it to everyone. Nobody came over and it was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I still think about it from time to time and cringe. The look on the few kids faces who bothered to glance over. God.. balls.
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Labor Day weekend, 2005. I was home from boarding school visiting my family, and in retrospect, I should have realized something was up. The 7 of us were NEVER together except for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Anyway, I had been out late the night before, so while we were all hanging out in the sunroom, I fell asleep on the couch. I get woken up later by one of my older brothers, saying it's happening. Mom's taken a turn for the worse. And I get up and walk into her and dad's bedroom and see something I had hoped for the previous 5 years I'd never see. My mom is in front of me dying. The cancer has won. And I can't even bring myself to cry. Everyone around me is breaking down, and I can't bring myself to let EVERYONE break down. So I don't let myself cry. I don't let myself feel, not then. Someone has to keep their head. And later, I talk to her by myself. We've had this discussion before, she knows what I'm doing. I did the same thing when she was first diagnosed. She doesn't say anything about it, but she tells me she loves me and everything. She's weak, but not there yet. The next morning, I make the 6 hour trip to boarding school, where I talk to no one. My brother talks to my head of house, but I go to my room and just stare at the wall. My advisor comes in, tries to talk to me, and leaves. I go to bed. I get woken up by my head of house, and handed a phone. The first thing I heard on September 6th, 2005 is my dad's shaking voice saying "mom's dead". My aunt picks me up, and we make the 6 hour drive back. I don't say a word the entire way. All my energy is being put into not feeling, not yet. I can't handle knowing that the one person who actually believed in me would never even see me graduate high school. So I don't. I cut myself off. The entire time I'm home, I don't even show a hint of what I'm really feeling. I take care of everything my dad can't, and I stay my usual smartass self. I crack jokes, and act like it's business as usual. To this day I have no idea what my family's thoughts are on how I acted that week, but I still don't care. I'll break down once everyone is put back together. The hardest thing I've ever done was not crying at the funeral, especially during the reading of a letter she wrote shortly before. The walk to and from the church was the longest walk of my life. A couple days later, I head back to school. A week or so later, it's business as usual. But then, this complete jackass who always picked on me for being gay, came up to me and started talking to me. Like usual, I just ignored him. And then he said it. I still remember the exact words. "your mom probably just left your family because she hated you". I loving snapped. I turned my head and immediately punch him in the face and go to town. I hit anything and everything on him I can reach, yelling at him and crying. And the next thing I know, he's unconscious and I'm being pulled off him, crying while still trying to swing at him. And at that moment, everything comes up. His bullying, mom dying, and everything in between. An intense combination of rage and sadness that I hope I never feel again is inside me. That was the most emotional moment of my life. Everything was just so intense.
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| # ? Feb 3, 2013 00:59 |
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I saw Leonard Cohen in concert and cried uncontrollably for the full 4.5 hours. Two years later, I had to pass up an opportunity to see him again due to my work schedule and I cried uncontrollably for about 4.5 days. (Of course that's not the most emotionally critical moment of my life but like hell am I going to share that type of thing on the internet)
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| # ? Feb 3, 2013 02:28 |
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Daikatana Ritsu posted:I was all excited for show and tell day in pre school. So excited that as soon as I walked in the door I held up my thing (I don't remember what it was but that's not important) and told everybody to LOOK AT MY AWESOME THINGY. When my mom whispered to me that now's not the time to show it to everyone. So basically you have avoided any potential situations of any type since pre-school. The most embarrassing moment of your life was at pre-school. You still think about it. Get therapy.
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| # ? Feb 3, 2013 08:36 |
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The word is "Feelings" you loving sperg. Edit: This is the most emotional moment of my life because I have never been this angry before.
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| # ? Feb 3, 2013 10:02 |
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Chupe Raho Aurat posted:So basically you have avoided any potential situations of any type since pre-school.  Look at who posted it.
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I never cry. I don't understand crying. Crying is emotion for weak (like women during their periods or gays). Last time I remember myself crying was when I was 4. And even then it was more attention seeking cry than sincere feelings. But then it happened. During youthful years of experiments I discovered the wonderful world of hallucinogens. It was all fun and games till I tried some hardcore shrooms. During the peak of the trip I started crying. And not just crying, but also feeling sorry for people close to me. Like my grandfather who was slowly drinking himself to death. That miserable drunk gently caress who was ruining life for himself and his family! The next day I swore to myself never touch narcotics again. They were making me weak. Now I despise crying even more than before.
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| # ? Feb 3, 2013 10:45 |
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Probably the first time I saw anime, which was around a year and a half ago when I watched the english dub of The Disappearance of Haruhi Suzumiya on netflix whilst tripping balls
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Thanks for all the fakeposts you guys, that's a really mature way to post about your emotions.  For those of you who came to this thread looking for some genuine and honest emotional unloading, allow me to tell you about the day that I stopped being able to listen to music. When I was starting high school, I didn't have a lot of friends, so I spent a lot of my time listening to my iPod, playing Gameboy games, and browsing the internet. For all of these activities, I used headphones. Music has been a constant in my life, something that always makes me feel strong in moments of weakness. Nothing cheers me up like listening to Cheer Up! by Reel Big Fish, and nothing makes me cry like Canvas by Imogen Heap. Music has always accompanied the most important moments of my life; I was listening to Champion Sound by Fatboy Slim when I saw my newborn sister for the first time. I pumped myself up with Where is My Mind? (song from Fight Club) before my Bar Mitzvah, and I don't think I could have gotten through the haftarah without the boost that gave me. So, in high school, I used music to enjoy myself in lieu of socialization. I used in-ear earbuds, the kind you really have to jam into your ear canal. If you want the highest quality sound, you have to wear them like that; otherwise, you don't get all of the base and you lose the mids entirely. Sure, the buds would come out coated in orange wax almost every time I took them out. It's not like I had any friends to gross out anyway. I pretty much considered the headphones to be my only friends... Until they betrayed me. Early in February of 2007, shortly after the beginning of the semester, my left ear started to hurt. Chronically. It would hurt when I went to sleep, it would hurt when I woke up. It hurt throughout the day. There stopped being earwax on the left bud when I took it out; I assumed that meant there was none left, that it was finally clear of wax and the new fresh air my ear canal was experiencing was causing it to hurt. I ignored it, for months. Eventually the pain became unbearable, but that's not the reason I went to a doctor. The reason I went to a doctor was because I couldn't hear out of that ear anymore. The music had stopped. The doctor told me that I had a massive ear infection caused by wax compounded with dirt deep into the canal. I would never hear out of that ear again, he told me, and I was lucky I wasn't dead. He said the pain must have been unbearable, but the pain was nothing compared to hearing (from the right side) that music would never be the same. I would only ever hear half of the songs. That night I cried more than I ever have before, and there wasn't any music to comfort me. No Alanis, no Imogen, no Macy. Even if their music would have helped, I was unable to listen to it. I felt dead inside. My left ear was gangrenous, and they had to amputate it. They sealed the canal with stitches. I haven't been able to listen to music since. It just hurts too much.
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| # ? Feb 4, 2013 09:58 |
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scary ghost dog posted:Where is My Mind? (song from Fight Club)  Pixies existed way before Fight Club you loving pleb
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| # ? Feb 4, 2013 10:00 |
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WickedIcon posted:
Pixies are not real. Edit: If the only thing you drew from my cautionary tale is some weird bullshit about wood sprites, you should probably read it again. The story is about emotions and music, not fae-kind. Please do not troll. And clean out your ears if you use in-ear headphones. scary ghost dog fucked around with this message at Feb 4, 2013 around 12:59 |
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scary ghost dog posted:Pixies are not real. Neither do ghosts, let alone dog ghost. Even if they did exist they probably wouldn't be scary  . Content: One time I forgot to bring my 25 cents for popcorn when I was in Kindergarden. THE JORY fucked around with this message at Feb 4, 2013 around 14:41 |
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I took a heavy emotional hit to the chest when I went to a local pizza place I enjoyed one Saturday and found that the tables were filled with grown men and women playing with children's toys and watching a particular cartoon show made for little girls. My soda dropped from my nerveless fingers and splattered on the ground as I watched the wretched display in front of me, and I ran out, pausing to stop and vomit next to my car for 30 MINUTES
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| # ? Feb 4, 2013 15:03 |
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I felt a very strong emotion once when I stapled one of my hands to my other hand.
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When Aeris died.
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| # ? Feb 5, 2013 19:43 |
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Star Wars Episode 1 came out when I was 9 and we went on opening day. I was so excited but then we find out they ran out of tickets so i cried but we went to BK so it was better. Movie sucked anyway.
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| # ? Feb 5, 2013 19:53 |
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Seeing Lady Gaga live for the first time, I wish I was joking 
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| # ? Feb 5, 2013 20:56 |
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When I found out my second cousin was dying, I became a death machine. I hopped straight into my Miata and drove like a motherfucker to the hospital, I ran three red lights and drove on the wrong side of the road half the time, and I took a shortcut through a park. I reached the hospital, and just skid-parked out front. I blocked in some ambulance but I didn't give a poo poo. Some pussy orderly tried to stop me so I rabbit kicked him in the cock and ran on into the hospital. I smashed through the glass door between the gift shop and the lobby and grabbed the nearest doctor and started screaming my cousin's name. Finally I reached his ward and ran down the corridor towards his room, tipping over trolleys as I ran. I sucker punched some old dude in my way. I ran to my cousin's room, opened the door, got on the floor, and everyone walked the dinosaur. Boom. Boom. Shakalaka. Right in the feels.
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| # ? Feb 5, 2013 21:05 |
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A pony bit me in the back. That sure hurt.
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| # ? Feb 5, 2013 22:03 |
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Sharing wedding vows with the mrs. and passing a bladder stone. Deep emotions right there.
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| # ? Feb 5, 2013 22:09 |
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I once got a boner while in a wetsuit. Thank god I'm asexual now.
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| # ? Feb 5, 2013 22:20 |
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I think mine would be the time I felt so harassed and trapped by my situation and the people around me that I had a panic attack and almost swung a vacuum cleaner at my mom like a pro-wrestler and then cried in my room and my ex/roommate called me a child and when I asked him what was wrong with me he said "everything" and I immediately really wanted to kill myself and I don't remember why I didn't. Or when I was in kindergarten and I knocked over the flag pole in the cafeteria in front of all the big kids. Gosh that was embarrassing!
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| # ? Feb 5, 2013 22:40 |
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Well, all the fake posts here made me kinda grumpy, does that count? I just recently lost both my maternal grandparents. Grandmother, than a few months later my grandfather. I was sad to see my grandmother go, but the cancer was eating her inside so badly that it was almost a relief. My grandfather though, gently caress him. He was an abusive rear end in a top hat his entire life. He constantly manipulated and browbeat my mother and grandmother until they were both terrified of him and would give in to whatever craziness he demanded. A few months before he died, I had a falling out with him. I was jobless at the time, and was trying to find work. After missing my third job interview because he called me telling me had an emergency that was nothing more than "Hey, lets go get lunch" I finally told him that I wasn't there just to cater to him hand and foot. It ended up in a rather nasty fight, and him threatening to pull a gun on me. I told him that if he tried I'd kick his walker out from under him before he even got halfway to his safe. That was the last thing I said to him. He died from cardiac arrest a few months later. After he died, I found out that he had been wanting to see me to try to reconcile before he died. Knowing that he died miserable was the most satisfied I've ever felt. I really wish this was a fakepost.
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| # ? Feb 6, 2013 02:10 |
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Trouble Man posted:When I found out my second cousin was dying, I became a death machine. I hopped straight into my Miata and drove like a motherfucker to the hospital, I ran three red lights and drove on the wrong side of the road half the time, and I took a shortcut through a park. Holy poo poo I cannot stop laughing. EDIT: Anyways, for content, one time my cat died and I was sad or soemthing, whatever
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| # ? Feb 6, 2013 02:48 |
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OK, regardless of fakeposts, here goes. My son started having seizures when he was only 8 months old or so. He stopped developing mentally. We were in and out of the hospital for weeks at a time trying to control seizures, trying different medications, running tests. I slept on stupid hospital pull-out beds more often than I care to remember. My wife and I dealt with it. The situation sucked, but we kept going. I didn't really get emotional, mostly because I wasn't sure what was going on. There was no real diagnosis, no real cause for these episodes that caught him up for minutes at a time and left him a vegetable. I kept working to provide for the family, what else could I do? I was 22, didn't know poo poo. I kept my head down and plunged into work to forget about it. No changes. No diagnosis. Different medications. Different doctors. More tests. I kept on working. My brother had had a son, just a few years after mine was born. We didn't talk much, my brother and I. He lived so far away, this was before Facebook. Besides, we had a pretty significant age gap so we weren't really close. One day, I hear my mom talking about something my nephew was doing.. walking, crawling, some significant milestone that my son had never (and would never) hit. That's when it broke. All the emotion I kept bottled inside, all the frustration, anger, impotent rage at a situation that I had no control over. I yelled. I screamed. I cried. I was angry at my brother for having a normal kid. I hated myself for having an abnormal one. I became bitter and angry for a long time. It tapered off. But that one huge upwelling of anger formed an island of sadness that sat inside me for a long time. We eventually got a diagnosis (http://www.cdkl5.com). I eventually dealt with the emotions. But I'll never forget that one outburst of anger that broke through so violently. Typing that out was actually pretty cathartic. It's nice to finally put it down on paper, what I felt. I was wrong to be mad at my brother, my wife, my son and myself. I realize that now. But drat if people don't have irrational emotions :\
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I guess the worst moment for me was when I realized I would be going to prison for a long long time. It all started in high-school I guess. I never had much family to speak of and headed to the millitary right after I finished. The millitary was the first thing in my life I excelled at. I was trained as a medic but probably could have passed just about any test they had given me. I could have flown helicopters or driven tanks but being boots on the ground was what I wanted to be. It was a surreal moment being issued medical gear and a rifle. That should have been my clue that I was in over my head. Heading off to war seemed like the thing to do, I wanted to serve my country, I wanted to help people, hell I even thought I would be spreading freedom. God drat was I wrong. It sounds cliche but war is hell. I saw my friends get killed, I killed people, I worked on injured soldiers that didn't make it. I've done things I never thought I would. I did 2 tours and got the gently caress out of there. I just wanted to be normal I just wanted to see my friends again and lead a normal life. When I got home I found out my best friend had died of cancer while I was overseas, his family didn't bother telling me. After that I just fell into a funk, I drank away all my money and couldn't hold down a job. I couldn't relate to anyone, people told me the war was based on lies and served no purposes. They called me stupid for joining and that my friends died for no reason. I ended up sort of drifting around the country I got jobs bussing tables and parking cars but couldn't hold anything down. I eventually ended up in a small town and started getting into trouble. Nothing serious just loitering, vagrancy, carrying a concealed weapon that sort of thing. After a while I couldn't control myself anymore I just loving lost it. I ended up shooting a couple cops and starting some fires. Afterwards I realized how hosed I was. If I'm lucky ill be breaking rocks in some prison for the rest of my life. Maybe they will give me the death penalty I'm not sure. The feeling of knowing that my life is over is all encompassing. I can feel it in my stomach, I can feel it in my bones. I'm so completely hosed I can taste it. Nothing left for me now but courtrooms, prison and hell. My name is John Rambo.
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ewiley posted:OK, regardless of fakeposts, here goes.  Right after my 16th birthday I was a passenger in a car accident that cut my Achilles tendon. A piece of metal came up and through the top of my shoe and took a nice fillet out of my ankle. That nice U shaped cut was actually a big flap of skin the doctors sewed back onto me. For pretty much the entire summer I spent my time at home playing KotoR and guitar because my ankle hurt too much to go anywhere, except for every sunday where I played bass for some lovely pop punk band my friends got me in to cheer me up. Four months of assisted walking later and school started back up again. It was raining of the first day and during lunch I jumped over a puddle and tore my tendon because I hadn't been following my physical therapy to the T and I was 16 and thought I was invincible. Another four months of assisted walking and physical therapy later I was walking fine again but by now my right calf looked emaciated. I was never able to skate the same way as I could when I was 15 after I was able to walk again. It was a little hard to deal with at first but a friend of mine gave me some books on music theory and guitar scales, and also a lot of Iron Maiden and Slayer CDs. And that is how I got into heavy metal and learned how to be good at the guitar. Oh also a few days before I got hurt I got the number of a cute girl at school who liked me and I didn't remember about it until the first day of school four months later. I asked her out to lunch and she gave me a lame excuse that she had to go take care of school stuff instead and couldn't go. That evening one of her friends called me and told me that girl was a lesbian even though she wasn't and was actually just still angry at me for forgetting about her for the whole summer. Yeah that was a fun feel. Not trying to top you but I thought I could make up for the goofy posting.
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| # ? Feb 6, 2013 04:07 |
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I turn into a big blubbering baby every time I get a blowjob.
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| # ? Feb 6, 2013 08:13 |
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So you never cry?
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| # ? Feb 6, 2013 08:36 |
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I cried in front of your mother.
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| # ? Feb 6, 2013 08:39 |
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When I was in early middle school or so I once came home to find my incredibly put together and at times reserved father crying because he'd been working all weekend and just finished his overnight to come home and find everyone had completely forgotten it was his birthday.  I had never before seen my dad cry and haven't since even with the recent death of my grandmother so there was something incredibly heartbreaking about the memory that still to this day makes my eyes start to water if I think about it too long.
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| # ? Feb 6, 2013 08:42 |
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Francostein posted:
Wow, no, I appreciate it. Besides, humor is a coping mechanism, and I like to think all the people being silly are just using jokes to hide their true emotions  We're all deeply traumatized by something, and there's no 'my poo poo is worse than your poo poo', because it's all pretty subjective. You can always find someone who has had it way worse. grumplestiltzkin posted:<cancer and estrangement sucks> Holy crap, I'm so glad I had time to make peace with my family before anything like this happened.
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| # ? Feb 6, 2013 09:07 |
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Daikatana Ritsu posted:I was all excited for show and tell day in pre school. So excited that as soon as I walked in the door I held up my thing (I don't remember what it was but that's not important) and told everybody to LOOK AT MY AWESOME THINGY. When my mom whispered to me that now's not the time to show it to everyone. Reading this post is my most emotional moment, I cried all night. Nobody wanted to look at your thing. 
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Not sure if an entire night counts as a moment but: A close friend and ex-GF in highschool confided in me that she was pregnant and had decided to get an abortion. Due to the timing there was a slim but existant chance that the kid was mine. The night following the procedure, I ended up sitting with her in front of the fireplace in her parent's house while she cried and talked things over. I left her place around one in the morning trying to figure out how I was going to explain to -my- parents where I'd been all night. On the drive home I came across a dog just laying in the middle of the road. It was alive but its belly was split open. I assume someone had hit it and just taken off. So I start knocking on nearby doors past midnight, with dog blood on my hand trying to find the owner. The couple people that respond have no idea who the dog belongs to. I take an old towel from my trunk, wrap up the dog as best I can, put in into the back seat of my car, and drive home. The dog makes no noise, but just looks at me the whole time I'm doing this. I lived in the country, so its a good 30 minute drive down back roads silently checking the back seat. When I get home, my Dad is there waiting up. Before he can ask any questions I tell him that I need help, and show him the dog in the back seat, and explain how I found it. He helps me set up a box for it in the garage. In the morning, the dog was gone and my parents for some unexplainable reason never really pressed me on what had happened.
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| # ? Feb 6, 2013 15:50 |
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I'm someone who is really awful at dealing with emotions (my own or anyone else's) but I bawled for about an hour straight when my favorite cat died out of the blue. It still makes me a bit sniffly if I let myself think about it too long. I also have lots of "oh god what was I thinking" cringey embarrassing memories but eh.
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| # ? Feb 6, 2013 20:34 |
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This one time I drop a dook that was a whole foot long. I cried because it was so beautiful. Felt like I had given birth.
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| # ? Feb 6, 2013 20:53 |
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Pope Mobile posted:A pony bit me in the back. That sure hurt. I got bit by a horse, and at the time i thought ponies were baby horses so we kind of had the same experience.
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| # ? Feb 6, 2013 20:54 |
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FirstPersonShitter posted:I got bit by a horse, and at the time i thought ponies were baby horses so we kind of had the same experience. I got bitten by a pony and my father just looked on and laughed. It was a defining moment in my young life.
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| # ? Feb 7, 2013 00:07 |
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Francostein posted:achilles I almost tore my achilles once a long time ago. THen I reinjured it in 2011 shoveling snow. Stuck in bed for 2 months straight goonin'. Really makes you appreciate walking. Stay strong, god's power- love life.
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That story is also where my username comes from. I had to walk with an orthopedic boot for a long time and that had about a 3 inch heel. With a normal shoe on the other foot I walked pretty drat goofily. Also after I was able to walk without assistance I still had a limp for a while. I'm also kinda tall so the nickname just came naturally.
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