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Tell me, Doc...do you think love can bloom on the battlefield?I think he finally found someone to replace his ex <3
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Tell me, Doc...do you think love can bloom on the battlefield?I think he finally found someone to replace his ex <3
That's fine, I appreciate all the interest you've been showing me but honestly I'd feel bad, I try not to get dates from the special ed room.I'm not a fruit, and I don't believe in office romances.
I can answer that for you. Complaining about circumstances he can change (but won't) and seducing TheIceCreamMan. Same shit, different day and whatnot.Okay, so, @The_Iconoclast, what's your plan for life going forward?
He better bring the thunder, I ain't a cheap date.I can answer that for you. Complaining about circumstances he can change (but won't) and seducing TheIceCreamMan. Same shit, different day and whatnot.
Funny, that's the impression I got. Every time I talk about something about college I'd like to recreate on the outside, someone comes along and tells me:
"I can't because Bubby says no!" What are you, five? I honestly don't understand why you've continued to live for so long with someone who makes you fear for your life. I've known people who lived on the streets and considered it a step up from living with abusive family members, just because they weren't trapped with someone who might beat them to death in a blind rage. What's keeping you from packing up and going somewhere you can live life on your terms?It was never allowed before. My brother was so paranoid about me calling the police on him that he forbade me from having one, and if he'd found one I'd hidden somewhere, he would have had a meltdown and hurt me severely. However, I'm happy to say he is getting help to get off drugs, turn his life around, and learn to control his anger, so maybe someday.
Bro, as long as you're going to school for the right reasons nobody cares how old you are. (For the record, "the right reasons" are not a. to pick up chicks half your age or b. to live forever as a college kid years after you should have moved on.) I returned to college to get a degree when I was in my late 20s and there were people there decades older than me. If you want to get an education to better your life, then get to work researching scholarship opportunities and do it.I can't go back to school because even if I had the money I'd still run into people's sneering elitist and ageist attitudes.
No, merely asking them to take responsibility for their part in our dispute. And I haven't seen my brother since he started rehab. They tell me he's doing well.Still blaming everyone else and afraid of your brother, it seems.
Thank you. You don't go out of your way to be hostile towards me or insult my art, so I repaid the favor. Don't make me sorry.This is probably the most reasonable, thoughtful post you've written here.
Next year. Red, Yellow, and Blue. Look for it.So did you take over your college paper like you promised?
Thank you. You don't go out of your way to be hostile towards me or insult my art, so I repaid the favor. Don't make me sorry.
Plans for moving forward:
- Cleaning out and moving into the guest room. I'll have more room, and we can start repairing the wall and roof soon as we have more money coming in.
- Buy a new computer after I move to my new room. That will increase my productivity dramatically. More stories, more books, more comics, more money.
- Get back into the Melaleuca sales game. I like the product, I like working at home, and I like being my own boss.
- See a doctor about my throat, eyesight, and carpal tunnel syndrome problems.
Next year. Red, Yellow, and Blue. Look for it.
- Writing letters to my former business partner, my ex-girlfriend, and the 1997 Herald editorial staff, carefully discussing my grievances with them and asking what I did to make them want to hurt me. If I knew what I was doing wrong on my last three jobs, it might go a long way towards helping me in future ones.
Seriously bro? Word of advice, they don't care. This was 1997. That's nearly 20 years ago. If they do it's because you have been annoying them about this. You need to just drop this vendetta and walk away.
- Writing letters to my former business partner, my ex-girlfriend, and the 1997 Herald editorial staff, carefully discussing my grievances with them and asking what I did to make them want to hurt me. If I knew what I was doing wrong on my last three jobs, it might go a long way towards helping me in future ones.
Okay, if you insist.He better bring the thunder...
I tried that twice. And even if I was doing well for myself, my ex-partner is still out there, probably tricking some poor naive kid into being his new shop assistant, stinking up their life. I couldn't live with that guilt. I want his new shop to fold. If I sound heartless, I'm sorry, but if his leg rotted off from leprosy, I wouldn't give two frigs. I got sick and started losing my voice because he was a coward, leaving me out there running around under that blazing sun all summer instead of sitting in a nice air-conditioned store, trying to make up all the commissions I lost on his account. I've considered posting negative reviews of his shop on every website available. First, however, I will try to get in touch with him and hear his side of the story. Who knows, maybe I wasn't a peach to work with either.What's keeping you from packing up and going somewhere you can live life on your terms?
See, I knew someone would eventually ask that. Simple answer: addicts and alcoholics do that to themselves. Eventually the addiction takes over and becomes unbearable, and they have a choice: get help or die. People are willing to help those who genuinely want help. They build homes and centers expressly for that purpose. What happened to me was perpetrated by other people, for whatever sick reasons they had--greed, jealousy, revenge, or just plain meanness. I have no one to help me. There is no facility where I can go to spend six months or a year living like a college student, healing, recovering, growing stronger in mind and body, maybe having a little fun now and again. Still, I think contacting my old "friends" to hear their side of the story is a step in the right direction.[Y]our drug-addict brother is learning how to turn his life around. Why can't you?
And this is your concern because? Dude has a job and a hustle that you are no part of. Don't see why that prevents you from moving out like a grown ass man.I tried that twice. And even if I was doing well for myself, my ex-partner is still out there, probably tricking some poor naive kid into being his new shop assistant, stinking up their life
And? Your current situation is your own doing. All I hear is excuses, excuses, excuses. "Bubby took all my money and won't let me have a cell phone! Mommy controls my finances! Obama hid my remote! Perry White kicked me off the Daily Planet staff and blacklisted me everywhere! Lizardmen in the White House!"See, I knew someone would eventually ask that. Simple answer: addicts and alcoholics do that to themselves.
Dude, why are you so obsessed with being an eternal college kid? It's over. You cannot recapture those days no matter how hard you try. Live in the now, try to make a better future for yourself instead of wallowing in the past. To quote OMD: "Don't believe that anything can recreate your youth."There is no facility where I can go to spend six months or a year living like a college student,
You're giving Mylar a run for his money.See, I knew someone would eventually ask that. Simple answer: addicts and alcoholics do that to themselves. Eventually the addiction takes over and becomes unbearable, and they have a choice: get help or die. People are willing to help those who genuinely want help. They build homes and centers expressly for that purpose. What happened to me was perpetrated by other people, for whatever sick reasons they had--greed, jealousy, revenge, or just plain meanness. I have no one to help me. There is no facility where I can go to spend six months or a year living like a college student.
I'm too tall. Although I would like to have a set of those business cards made up.Have you ever thought of working as a celebrity lookalike, Iconoclast? I think you'd make a very passable David Cross; particularly as his popular character "Tobias Funke" from Arrested Development.
I may not be cut out for a 9-to-5 grind. But work-at-home businesses are still a perfectly viable option.So you're not getting an actual job?
You can work on your hobby all you want but you're like 40 something.
Oh, yes, coworkers who resent me, a boss whose attitude towards me was that she needs another columnist as much as they need another light table in the office, and a mental midget of a partner who insults me every time he can't have his way or threatens to cut me out of the business whenever I second-guess him one too many times looks so good on a resume.A grown-up job would look better than working on your silly political cartoon.
He skipped town. He's the reason my brother took over around here. He ruined my life. Now he's out there living it up (bum leg notwithstanding--no pun intended), and apparently hasn't learned a thing. He's dangerous and wrong. I want people to know the truth about that monster. I want him stopped.And this is your concern because?
Sorry, my experience with my college's assoc dean of j.a. soured me on the whole idea of counseling. I was led to believe he was going to moderate the dispute between me and the editors so we could come to an agreement, however, he said it "wasn't necessary". It was part of a very ugly game he was playing. Also, I admit I do worry I might be placed on meds. They'd muddy my mind and interfere with my ability to write. Not worth it.Can I suggest also seeing a counselor? That person may be able to help you move past some of the obstacles that are holding you back.
No, they were still pouting about it then. (In fact, there was an incident only one month later, dramatized here, that suggests they may have been downright homicidal about it.) They were still mad about it a year later, if my former mentor's reply to my e-mail is to be believed; they were still mad five years later; 10 years later, still mad. I'm hoping after almost 20 years cooler heads will prevail and we can be objective, but I doubt it. Also, it took over a decade for technology to catch up to the dispute. Facebook's only been around since 2004; Hulu was created ten years after I left the paper. Then, months of begging NBC to mail us a VHS of the SNL episode in question, likely with no reply. Now, a simple Google search and a quick e-mail attachment. We could hold my second hearing on Skype (created 2003) and never leave our respective offices.Really the best time to talk to them would have been a couple of months after the incident.