Jeffe or his wife got into a car accident earlier in the year and now they have found out that they are getting sued for (possibly) a shitload of cash. I think.
What's the accusation? And don't they have the police reports and medical evaluations from a year ago proving everything was cool?
Sadly, this sort of thing is pretty typical in the US. My guess is that the person who got in the accident was solicited by a lawyer and my guess is that there was a week or so left to file a suit before the statute of limitations kicked in.
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I can understand wanting to be able to live your life how you want, but the whole transgender thing seems like too much of an uphill battle to me.
Well, I mean, sorta. I'm still failing all my classes, but I'm no longer contemplating ill-advised activities involving razorblades and/or big handfuls of pills. One step at a time.
I can understand wanting to be able to live your life how you want, but the whole transgender thing seems like too much of an uphill battle to me.
Is it too much of a fight to try to actually be who you think you are? It's certainly tough and is certain to be mentally and physically taxing, but what else can she do? Could you live your entire life pretending to be someone you aren't, Dyna? I'm pretty sure I couldn't and I'm pretty sure I would do the same thing if I were in her position.
To Oboro: I'm sorry you have to deal with our backwards society. Our culture has a fear of people not fitting in with the norm and you are, at present, on the bleeding edge of not fitting in. I hope everything works out for you and I admire you for actually going through with it. If you're in CO, let me know and you can live with me over the Christmas break.
I can understand wanting to be able to live your life how you want, but the whole transgender thing seems like too much of an uphill battle to me.
Is it too much of a fight to try to actually be who you think you are? It's certainly tough and is certain to be mentally and physically taxing, but what else can she do? Could you live your entire life pretending to be someone you aren't, Dyna? I'm pretty sure I couldn't and I'm pretty sure I would do the same thing if I were in her position.
If someone told me I could make things far easier for myself by just putting on a pair of pants until I actually found a more open and accepting environment, I don't think I'd see a huge problem.
I'm not talking about bottling it up forever, but clearly Oboro is in a battle she can't win at the moment. She's been cast aside by friends, family, peers, and the administration that should protect.
Quixotic battles are romantic as hell on paper, but they completely suck when you're the one tilting at windmills.
Well, I mean, sorta. I'm still failing all my classes, but I'm no longer contemplating ill-advised activities involving razorblades and/or big handfuls of pills. One step at a time.
You okay, Sal? You've not been posting over here much, and I know you and I go after each other sometimes, but I didn't know things were going poorly with you. I hope it all comes together, bud.
I can understand wanting to be able to live your life how you want, but the whole transgender thing seems like too much of an uphill battle to me.
Is it too much of a fight to try to actually be who you think you are? It's certainly tough and is certain to be mentally and physically taxing, but what else can she do? Could you live your entire life pretending to be someone you aren't, Dyna? I'm pretty sure I couldn't and I'm pretty sure I would do the same thing if I were in her position.
If someone told me I could make things far easier for myself by just putting on a pair of pants until I actually found a more open and accepting environment, I don't think I'd see a huge problem.
I'm not talking about bottling it up forever, but clearly Oboro is in a battle she can't win at the moment. She's been cast aside by friends, family, peers, and the administration that should protect.
Quixotic battles are romantic as hell on paper, but they completely suck when you're the one tilting at windmills.
I can understand wanting to be able to live your life how you want, but the whole transgender thing seems like too much of an uphill battle to me.
Is it too much of a fight to try to actually be who you think you are? It's certainly tough and is certain to be mentally and physically taxing, but what else can she do? Could you live your entire life pretending to be someone you aren't, Dyna? I'm pretty sure I couldn't and I'm pretty sure I would do the same thing if I were in her position.
If someone told me I could make things far easier for myself by just putting on a pair of pants until I actually found a more open and accepting environment, I don't think I'd see a huge problem.
I'm not talking about bottling it up forever, but clearly Oboro is in a battle she can't win at the moment. She's been cast aside by friends, family, peers, and the administration that should protect.
Quixotic battles are romantic as hell on paper, but they completely suck when you're the one tilting at windmills.
"Well-behaved women rarely make history."
While this is true, it's a matter of opportunity.
The crappy thing about being a martyr is that you have to die.
Oboro, if you don't mind me asking, what crap city are you in exactly?
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DynagripBreak me a million heartsHoustonRegistered User, ClubPAregular
Quixotic battles are romantic as hell on paper, but they completely suck when you're the one tilting at windmills.
To strive is to be human. Humans are born from the vita activa. We are creatures of deed and to deny that nature is to deny your own humanity. It shouldn't be a concern of whether you are comfortable now or will be comfortable in the future, but that you are eternally striving in ceaseless toil for the things and principles which define you.
But maybe you're right and maybe I am being a romantic. However, I'd rather be a romantic about things that are forever out of my reach than a cynic who forever is trapped by a prison of his own pessimism.
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DynagripBreak me a million heartsHoustonRegistered User, ClubPAregular
edited December 2006
I've been doing pretty good actually. Sometimes good things do happen to good people.
Quixotic battles are romantic as hell on paper, but they completely suck when you're the one tilting at windmills.
To strive is to be human. Humans are born from the vita activa. We are creatures of deed and to deny that nature is to deny your own humanity. It shouldn't be a concern of whether you are comfortable now or will be comfortable in the future, but that you are eternally striving in ceaseless toil for the things and principles which define you.
But maybe you're right and maybe I am being a romantic. However, I'd rather be a romantic about things that are forever out of my reach than a cynic who forever is trapped by a prison of his own pessimism.
I don't like getting hit by baseball bats. I'm frail like that. It already sounds like she's going to have to leave her school. Her way did not work for her current place and time. I hope she finds better luck elsewhere.
Well, I mean, sorta. I'm still failing all my classes, but I'm no longer contemplating ill-advised activities involving razorblades and/or big handfuls of pills. One step at a time.
You okay, Sal? You've not been posting over here much, and I know you and I go after each other sometimes, but I didn't know things were going poorly with you. I hope it all comes together, bud.
Yeah, over the course of this semester, my grandfather's gallbladder exploded and almost killed him, my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer, a couple of my best friends down here turned into unrepentant shits, classes got really fucking hard with no room to screw up (and then I screwed up, and then I got despondent and didn't go to class and fucked myself harder), and the first girl I've really been interested in in eighteen months is casually indifferent at best.
After catching myself chainsmoking and listening to Radiohead and thinking of whether or not offing myself would be so bad, really, and getting really fucking scared, went over to student counseling and got handed an initial diagnosis of generalized depression and anxiety. There's a tendancy towards that in my family - my mom was hospitalized for a couple weeks my Sophmore year of high school - so they're looking at getting me some mood-smoothers over the holidays, which will hopefully make me functional again. I just hope I haven't completely fucked myself academicaly.
Yeah, over the course of this semester, my grandfather's gallbladder exploded and almost killed him, my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer, a couple of my best friends down here turned into unrepentant shits, classes got really fucking hard with no room to screw up (and then I screwed up, and then I got despondent and didn't go to class and fucked myself harder), and the first girl I've really been interested in in eighteen months is casually indifferent at best.
After catching myself chainsmoking and listening to Radiohead and thinking of whether or not offing myself would be so bad, really, and getting really fucking scared, went over to student counseling and got handed an initial diagnosis of generalized depression and anxiety. There's a tendancy towards that in my family - my mom was hospitalized for a couple weeks my Sophmore year of high school - so they're looking at getting me some mood-smoothers over the holidays, which will hopefully make me functional again. I just hope I haven't completely fucked myself academicaly.
I'm glad you're getting help, Sal. I'm going through the same thing at the moment, so I'm right there with you. I'm glad the thoughts of suicide scared you. Having lived through that, I can tell you it is fucking scary as shit and it is not something anyone should ever have to live through. If you ever do need to talk, remember that you have a bunch of friends here on the PA forums. I'd be more than willing to listen to you and talk with you if you need it.
Dyna -- before you turn mean-spirited, you're on my side on this one.
Apparently the news about Aelous, the dog I dearly loved and raised, is not good. She's old, so it's sort of expected (she's more or less on borrowed time now) but I mean goddamn -- of all the heartbreaks, this one hurts the most...
I just hope I haven't completely fucked myself academicaly.
You haven't.
It's really hard to do.
My first year of college, I think I got a 2.3 or something (massive giant series of anxiety issues; I was on zoloft for awhile not long after), and I had to quit and regroup and figure out who I was and what I wanted a bit. My degree's six months behind me now.
You'll survive a bad year. Don't let it worry you. Don't slack. But don't spaz either.
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Dyna -- before you turn mean-spirited, you're on my side on this one.
Apparently the news about Aelous, the dog I dearly loved and raised, is not good. She's old, so it's sort of expected (she's more or less on borrowed time now) but I mean goddamn -- of all the heartbreaks, this one hurts the most...
Oh, yeah, and my dog is nearly blind, nearly deaf, and can barely walk. Bad country song, ho.
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Things have gotten better for me lately.
The universe had to correct itself.
Sorry.
Well, I mean, sorta. I'm still failing all my classes, but I'm no longer contemplating ill-advised activities involving razorblades and/or big handfuls of pills. One step at a time.
eh?
You are a denizen of SE++
And my heart, you have won
Forever I am yours TFS!
Forever will I
think of you
at night
alone...
TheFarSide, I secretly love you. Would you like to go hiking in the scenic, vast hills of my vagina? You can live off the land and see the sights.
To Oboro: I'm sorry you have to deal with our backwards society. Our culture has a fear of people not fitting in with the norm and you are, at present, on the bleeding edge of not fitting in. I hope everything works out for you and I admire you for actually going through with it. If you're in CO, let me know and you can live with me over the Christmas break.
There's also only four or five girls. What's up with that? The internet has all sorts of highly skewed demographics across the board.
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I'm not talking about bottling it up forever, but clearly Oboro is in a battle she can't win at the moment. She's been cast aside by friends, family, peers, and the administration that should protect.
Quixotic battles are romantic as hell on paper, but they completely suck when you're the one tilting at windmills.
Good luck Obs, Jeffe
better try and bleed the rage out so I don't cuncuss the little 'uns.
later
You okay, Sal? You've not been posting over here much, and I know you and I go after each other sometimes, but I didn't know things were going poorly with you. I hope it all comes together, bud.
While this is true, it's a matter of opportunity.
The crappy thing about being a martyr is that you have to die.
Oboro, if you don't mind me asking, what crap city are you in exactly?
To strive is to be human. Humans are born from the vita activa. We are creatures of deed and to deny that nature is to deny your own humanity. It shouldn't be a concern of whether you are comfortable now or will be comfortable in the future, but that you are eternally striving in ceaseless toil for the things and principles which define you.
But maybe you're right and maybe I am being a romantic. However, I'd rather be a romantic about things that are forever out of my reach than a cynic who forever is trapped by a prison of his own pessimism.
After catching myself chainsmoking and listening to Radiohead and thinking of whether or not offing myself would be so bad, really, and getting really fucking scared, went over to student counseling and got handed an initial diagnosis of generalized depression and anxiety. There's a tendancy towards that in my family - my mom was hospitalized for a couple weeks my Sophmore year of high school - so they're looking at getting me some mood-smoothers over the holidays, which will hopefully make me functional again. I just hope I haven't completely fucked myself academicaly.
Dyna -- before you turn mean-spirited, you're on my side on this one.
Apparently the news about Aelous, the dog I dearly loved and raised, is not good. She's old, so it's sort of expected (she's more or less on borrowed time now) but I mean goddamn -- of all the heartbreaks, this one hurts the most...
You haven't.
It's really hard to do.
My first year of college, I think I got a 2.3 or something (massive giant series of anxiety issues; I was on zoloft for awhile not long after), and I had to quit and regroup and figure out who I was and what I wanted a bit. My degree's six months behind me now.
You'll survive a bad year. Don't let it worry you. Don't slack. But don't spaz either.
Now I'm sitting down and just listening to music, something I haven't done in a month. Everything just feels better now.