I'm not sure that my fiance fully comprehends how pain might prevent me from meeting her somewhere to be picked up. Spent nearly ten minutes explaining I'd rather wait two hours, see if the pain subsides, and take the bus home than limp down now when I'm already limping.
Fuck me, I don't even know why I'm bitching about it. Not going to help anything.
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So far my health has only gotten better as I have gotten older. I mean, I am still pretty young (26) so that isn't too crazy but, I think it's going to be quite the shock to me when I actually begin to deteriorate.
I grew out of my asthma, haven't had to use my inhaler for ages. My immune system used to just poop out on me once or twice a year usually requiring a hospital visit, haven't had anything worse than a minor cold in years. I have more energy than I used to. I'm stronger than I used to be. It's just been a steady upward progression.
The inevitable decline sometime in the future is going to suck.
I have suffered a number of concussions; if I had to think about it, the number would be around ... shit, I dunno, maybe fifteen?
Most of them have been pretty severe, the first was the worst at age seven. By the time I had been medically discharged from the Corps, I know I was at twelve, at least.
The first-runner-up was the moment when my nose was broken for the second time; myself and two other jarheads were having the first beer in town after a long week of ... stuff ... and seven townies started a fight which we were obliged to finish. I remember trying to pay our tab and leaving the beers with one sip missing. I remember trying to get us all out of that bar before any shit started. I remember the pool cue snapping my nose and I remember trying to hold it in place and put it back where Nature said it should be.
And I remember this one asshole punching my friend with a fucking wicked right cross that my friend took like a champ; his head snapped to the side and he snapped it right back with a left jab.
And that's where I blacked out.
I snapped back into focus when both of my buddies were trying to talk to me through this weird haze of pain and adrenaline; I was totally convinced that there were more people ready to throw down but my buddies were trying to get me to put the two halves of the pool cue FUCKING DOWN, LANCE CORPORAL, PUT THAT SHIT DOWN, WE'RE TOTALLY COOL, THEY'RE ALL DOWN.
I don't remember what I did but it was apparently some Bruce Lee shit from they way they described it to the local cops; I had a bag of ice over my nose and kept wondering, 'Why are they talking about me like that? I'm not a ninja or anything.'
So many knocks to the head, so many brain injuries; in later years, I found out that I was recommended to be skipped a grade on many occasions, the teachers at the public schools I attended spoke of my nearly perfect grades, that I was clearly more gifted than anyone could clarify with basic scholastic testing.
But I died when I was seven, two whole minutes and change, no respiration, no heartbeat; CPR barely brought me back. My frontal and rear lobes are currently functioning at about 75% capacity and dwindling. What happens when old age hits? What if I start to exhibit the signs of Alzheimer's? What happens when some crazy old bastard starts wailing at people with his cane, talking about some bar fight from ancient history?
And then I remember my friends and family from my grandmother's birthday party:
'You look just like your grandfather.'
'Just the spitting image of George, that's what you are.'
'You look good, kiddo. You look like your grandaddy did in the sixties.'
And I remember what my grandfather has done to stay sharp, to stay quick:
He constantly learns. He spends a great deal of time pouring his mind over books, websites and media. He takes no newscast for granted, he researches what is and what isn't. He makes use of every moment he is awake.
So, when I hear my old friends and relatives tell me that I look like my grandfather, I take it as a great compliment, that I may use what is left of my mind to stay sharp, to stay quick.
My joints will creak, my bones will break, and my muscles will wither: my body may crumble around me.
But no power outside of God Himself will take the mind my grandfather gave me; I will keep turning pages and I will keep myself mentally strong.
I think I've crossed the threshhold from "you should keep an eye on your blood pressure" to "welcome to high blood pressure." It's making me feel pretty darn old.
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Oh man, now I'm remembering what I used to do to get around my dad's restrictions on gaming. In junior high, he'd hide all the Playstation games on the weekdays and take them out during the weekends to keep me focused on schoolwork. So I plotted and grabbed some blank CDs, which I swapped with several games one Sunday, and hid the real game discs in my room.
For many nights afterward, I would discreetly turn on the console and play while everyone else was asleep.
So, two days ago I was moving some cases of books and reams of wrapping paper, followed by lugging around boxes I filled way too much with candles and lotions. Somehow, this aggravated my back. Who would have thought, right? It wasn't too bad yesterday, I was just kind of slow and uncomfortable. This morning I was moving a few boxes and OH HOLY FUCK did I regret that. Had to see the doctor and now I'm going to have to listen and give physical therapy a try. On the plus side, pain meds.
What's with these goddamn jr high-ish age boys and wearing bright colored socks pulled up to their knees and fucking sandals? Back in my day, this is what the old folks in Florida wore. Fucking kids.
I had a friend recently state that I had 'a tight ass like a college swimmer' and that she wanted to 'break that mustang.'
I can only assume this was a compliment, but I'm rather dim about certain vernacular concerning butts and the tightness thereof, so I could be mistaken.
By the way, I only have one shitty parent to speak of. My mom is actually really awesome. I mean, I can't really stand her for extended periods of time, but that's just how we all turned out, and it's not her fault I'm a neurotic mess that doesn't really get along well with most of the family.
But my Dad is a lunatic and a jackass and very easily the worst person I personally know.
My biological dad routinely cheated on my mum behind her back, leading her into massive denial as he stopped her from ever trying anything new, and then when she finally snapped out of it and confronted him he nearly had her committed to a psych ward for "hysteria" until my relatives intervened and put that shit to a stop straight away. This later led to my mum aborting what would've been my younger sibling because she couldn't handle raising a fourth child under the same roof as him, and when she finally divorced his ass, the loneliness and emotional abuse from my accusatory older brother led to me finding her unconscious on the floor with two bottles of vodka next to her when I was about 6 or 7 years old which led to a fun trip to the hospital which I never quite comprehended until I was in my teens.
Meanwhile my older brother continued to be a shitbird even now in his early 30s, emotionally taking advantage of and lashing out at everyone around him, never ever taking responsibility for his actions, never ever believing himself to be wrong even when proven so, and causing my mum to cry on multiple occasions even on christmas and new year's eve.
My worst nightmare is turning into either one of those unholy, macabre bastards who I hope I never interact with ever again.
With my Dad, it was not really an issue of fucking around, so much as just not really giving a shit about anyone.
He just didn't really care about being a proper Dad or doing Dad things. He went to work, brought home the bacon, watched football and went to bed, and didn't really want to do much else.
He actually had a good sense of humor when he wanted to, and could be fun to be around. But sometimes he was just a giant asshole.
My mom says that he's bipolar, which would explain things a bit. I never really knew either way.
And I honestly don't rightly care. I gave him a chance to get a better relationship with me, and he threw it in my face.
I just had to let go of the idea of getting along with him, because he's made it abundantly clear how much he cares about the rest of his family. Especially after he found out that Michelle (one of my sisters) had a kid with a black guy, and our other sister, Tracy, gets an email saying "I'll never be able to get over the fact that I have an (n-word) for a granddaughter"
I mean, really. With some people, all you can do is just go "Fuck you" and move on with your life.
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HyperBalladA ball of vivid colour and barely contained emotionsSydney. Lost in time and space.Registered Userregular
My biological dad routinely cheated on my mum behind her back, leading her into massive denial as he stopped her from ever trying anything new, and then when she finally snapped out of it and confronted him he nearly had her committed to a psych ward for "hysteria" until my relatives intervened and put that shit to a stop straight away. This later led to my mum aborting what would've been my younger sibling because she couldn't handle raising a fourth child under the same roof as him, and when she finally divorced his ass, the loneliness and emotional abuse from my accusatory older brother led to me finding her unconscious on the floor with two bottles of vodka next to her when I was about 6 or 7 years old which led to a fun trip to the hospital which I never quite comprehended until I was in my teens.
Meanwhile my older brother continued to be a shitbird even now in his early 30s, emotionally taking advantage of and lashing out at everyone around him, never ever taking responsibility for his actions, never ever believing himself to be wrong even when proven so, and causing my mum to cry on multiple occasions even on christmas and new year's eve.
My worst nightmare is turning into either one of those unholy, macabre bastards who I hope I never interact with ever again.
Not on my watch, mister.
I say this trippin out on a pseudoephedrine Demazin tablet to kill this fucking monster of a headcold. these coldy things never used to knocj me down this bad. I am the biggezt baby.
I had a friend recently state that I had 'a tight ass like a college swimmer' and that she wanted to 'break that mustang.'
I can only assume this was a compliment, but I'm rather dim about certain vernacular concerning butts and the tightness thereof, so I could be mistaken.
Darth, maybe we should have a talk.
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HyperBalladA ball of vivid colour and barely contained emotionsSydney. Lost in time and space.Registered Userregular
I'm pretty sure I'm losing sight in my left eye. I've been ignoring it for three years, but I really need to get it checked out at some point. I just keep hoping if I ignore it, one day it will just magically be better.
It's not even 6 AM here and you are making me want to call my brothers and tell them how much I love them. One of them is graduating from high school soon and the other is about to enlist in the Navy as a nuclear engineer. I am disgustingly proud of them. The younger brother is a human being with a weight on his soul that few people will ever know. The youngest brother barely survived being born 3.5 months premature.
I will never not love them and my most fervent wish right now is for your family to pull collective heads out of collective asses.
I'm pretty sure I'm losing sight in my left eye. I've been ignoring it for three years, but I really need to get it checked out at some point. I just keep hoping if I ignore it, one day it will just magically be better.
You mean that you're going totally blind, or the vision is just getting gradually shittier on that side?
If the latter, you may just need a contact.
Either way, the fear of what's wrong with you is, 99 times out of 100 worse than anything the doctor will actually tell you, and even if it isn't, it's always best to hear a professional opinion so you know if there's anything that can be done.
getting to where i am versus where i was is why my mannerisms, habits and demeanor bother people if exposed long enough
in that world, these people usually beat the shit out of one another drunkenly, and would do idiot drunken challenges as tests of hillbilly courage
we would jump and run over huge bonfires already raging and in progress
we would shoot clay dangerously while idiotically drunk
liver destroying keg stands and literal dick waving contests where people would get sad and compliment my dick in sad voices
im pretty sure ive got the family's biggest dick. the terrifying part of this that has me pushing my fingers into my eyes is, ive seen most of my male family's dicks
rural michigan was like some sort of soy bean field laden mos eisley, with internalized misogyny, racism and disgusting poor hating other poor people. a good portion of these people don't know much beyond a sixth grade education, and that's being forgiving. literally every bit of these years has been washing that off of me and trying undo it. my doctor said i'd be crying a lot, and to be ready for it. it can be terrible and unsettling
i felt it a welcome change, like being able to articulate what you couldnt before. i was kicked and beaten into the mold and you know, kinda scared into silence about what i know now as something that was stuffed deep down into the subconscious
Also I should mention that one of my eyes is just slightly weaker than the other.
For the most part it's a non-issue but when my eyes get tired, the difference gets more noticeable and it becomes impossible to see straight with both eyes open.
This SHOULD result in me going to fucking bed like I'm supposed to, but most often leads to me squinting with one eye while dicking around on the computer, because I'm fucking stupid.
Oh, and if we're talking about white trash/redneck family history, I should add that one of the last times I attended the Thompson Family Reunion in North Carolina, I walked into my aunt's house to hear a conversation end with "Well, all I know is that Wyatt Earp was NOT a yankee!"
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Donovan PuppyfuckerA dagger in the dark isworth a thousand swords in the morningRegistered Userregular
Those damned Yankees and their war of northern aggression.
One thing I'm constantly worring about as I get older is being behind other people my age, and feeling like I have to do more to catch up. On a plus side my knees still after fine after doing distance running (on the road) for 12 years. I'm pretty sure my eye sight has stopped degrading in strength it was a bit of a surprise when it started.
I'm not old but I haven't exactly done much with my youth
And I'm terrified of the future
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The other day I talked to someone I haven't talked to in... like a decade. Having a "let's catch up: How have you been for the last decade?" conversation is really weird and old-feeling.
My Father and I visited my granddad after PAX Aus this year since we were already in that half of the country. While we were there, my Dad and his sister dug out some old photo albums and we looked through them.
Part way through one we found a photo that looked like me. Spitting image, it was incredibly uncanny, the only difference was the man had a much cooler moustache. It was my granddad, and the date on the back was two days prior to the current date, when he was the same age that I am.
We then found a photo of my Dad at age 13, and I'm pretty sure I looked exactly the same as he did when I was 13.
I just really hope that looks aren't all I've inherited from those two. Well, I guess I hope I avoid granddad's old war-ingrained occasional racist opinions.
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It's kind of disquieting
Fuck me, I don't even know why I'm bitching about it. Not going to help anything.
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Stop growing up!
I grew out of my asthma, haven't had to use my inhaler for ages. My immune system used to just poop out on me once or twice a year usually requiring a hospital visit, haven't had anything worse than a minor cold in years. I have more energy than I used to. I'm stronger than I used to be. It's just been a steady upward progression.
The inevitable decline sometime in the future is going to suck.
Most of them have been pretty severe, the first was the worst at age seven. By the time I had been medically discharged from the Corps, I know I was at twelve, at least.
The first-runner-up was the moment when my nose was broken for the second time; myself and two other jarheads were having the first beer in town after a long week of ... stuff ... and seven townies started a fight which we were obliged to finish. I remember trying to pay our tab and leaving the beers with one sip missing. I remember trying to get us all out of that bar before any shit started. I remember the pool cue snapping my nose and I remember trying to hold it in place and put it back where Nature said it should be.
And I remember this one asshole punching my friend with a fucking wicked right cross that my friend took like a champ; his head snapped to the side and he snapped it right back with a left jab.
And that's where I blacked out.
I snapped back into focus when both of my buddies were trying to talk to me through this weird haze of pain and adrenaline; I was totally convinced that there were more people ready to throw down but my buddies were trying to get me to put the two halves of the pool cue FUCKING DOWN, LANCE CORPORAL, PUT THAT SHIT DOWN, WE'RE TOTALLY COOL, THEY'RE ALL DOWN.
I don't remember what I did but it was apparently some Bruce Lee shit from they way they described it to the local cops; I had a bag of ice over my nose and kept wondering, 'Why are they talking about me like that? I'm not a ninja or anything.'
So many knocks to the head, so many brain injuries; in later years, I found out that I was recommended to be skipped a grade on many occasions, the teachers at the public schools I attended spoke of my nearly perfect grades, that I was clearly more gifted than anyone could clarify with basic scholastic testing.
But I died when I was seven, two whole minutes and change, no respiration, no heartbeat; CPR barely brought me back. My frontal and rear lobes are currently functioning at about 75% capacity and dwindling. What happens when old age hits? What if I start to exhibit the signs of Alzheimer's? What happens when some crazy old bastard starts wailing at people with his cane, talking about some bar fight from ancient history?
And then I remember my friends and family from my grandmother's birthday party:
'You look just like your grandfather.'
'Just the spitting image of George, that's what you are.'
'You look good, kiddo. You look like your grandaddy did in the sixties.'
And I remember what my grandfather has done to stay sharp, to stay quick:
He constantly learns. He spends a great deal of time pouring his mind over books, websites and media. He takes no newscast for granted, he researches what is and what isn't. He makes use of every moment he is awake.
So, when I hear my old friends and relatives tell me that I look like my grandfather, I take it as a great compliment, that I may use what is left of my mind to stay sharp, to stay quick.
My joints will creak, my bones will break, and my muscles will wither: my body may crumble around me.
But no power outside of God Himself will take the mind my grandfather gave me; I will keep turning pages and I will keep myself mentally strong.
I.
Will.
Not.
Quit.
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For many nights afterward, I would discreetly turn on the console and play while everyone else was asleep.
What's with these goddamn jr high-ish age boys and wearing bright colored socks pulled up to their knees and fucking sandals? Back in my day, this is what the old folks in Florida wore. Fucking kids.
I'm keeping the frisbee that landed in my yard.
other things that come with age and situation of note that are positive are strengthening existing ties with nuclear family and sister in law
I read the whole thing
dude was really reaching for the insults, eh?
pretty sure you know how to handle a woman
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Oh are we sharing family horror stories!
Oh boy!
(Please do not click that link if you get really angry at shitty parents)
I had a friend recently state that I had 'a tight ass like a college swimmer' and that she wanted to 'break that mustang.'
I can only assume this was a compliment, but I'm rather dim about certain vernacular concerning butts and the tightness thereof, so I could be mistaken.
But my Dad is a lunatic and a jackass and very easily the worst person I personally know.
My biological dad routinely cheated on my mum behind her back, leading her into massive denial as he stopped her from ever trying anything new, and then when she finally snapped out of it and confronted him he nearly had her committed to a psych ward for "hysteria" until my relatives intervened and put that shit to a stop straight away. This later led to my mum aborting what would've been my younger sibling because she couldn't handle raising a fourth child under the same roof as him, and when she finally divorced his ass, the loneliness and emotional abuse from my accusatory older brother led to me finding her unconscious on the floor with two bottles of vodka next to her when I was about 6 or 7 years old which led to a fun trip to the hospital which I never quite comprehended until I was in my teens.
Meanwhile my older brother continued to be a shitbird even now in his early 30s, emotionally taking advantage of and lashing out at everyone around him, never ever taking responsibility for his actions, never ever believing himself to be wrong even when proven so, and causing my mum to cry on multiple occasions even on christmas and new year's eve.
My worst nightmare is turning into either one of those unholy, macabre bastards who I hope I never interact with ever again.
He just didn't really care about being a proper Dad or doing Dad things. He went to work, brought home the bacon, watched football and went to bed, and didn't really want to do much else.
He actually had a good sense of humor when he wanted to, and could be fun to be around. But sometimes he was just a giant asshole.
My mom says that he's bipolar, which would explain things a bit. I never really knew either way.
And I honestly don't rightly care. I gave him a chance to get a better relationship with me, and he threw it in my face.
I just had to let go of the idea of getting along with him, because he's made it abundantly clear how much he cares about the rest of his family. Especially after he found out that Michelle (one of my sisters) had a kid with a black guy, and our other sister, Tracy, gets an email saying "I'll never be able to get over the fact that I have an (n-word) for a granddaughter"
I mean, really. With some people, all you can do is just go "Fuck you" and move on with your life.
Not on my watch, mister.
I say this trippin out on a pseudoephedrine Demazin tablet to kill this fucking monster of a headcold. these coldy things never used to knocj me down this bad. I am the biggezt baby.
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The key is not to let them gain elected office.
Darth, maybe we should have a talk.
Point in question, Australia.
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Alternately, a large, fat butt, or "phat booty" as the gangsters call it, can also be quite popular, especially with those of the male persuasion.
See here, exhibit A, by Sir Mix-a-lot.
you know in uh, self defense
uh, stand your ground!!
It's not even 6 AM here and you are making me want to call my brothers and tell them how much I love them. One of them is graduating from high school soon and the other is about to enlist in the Navy as a nuclear engineer. I am disgustingly proud of them. The younger brother is a human being with a weight on his soul that few people will ever know. The youngest brother barely survived being born 3.5 months premature.
I will never not love them and my most fervent wish right now is for your family to pull collective heads out of collective asses.
You are a good duder and HB is lucky to have you.
You mean that you're going totally blind, or the vision is just getting gradually shittier on that side?
If the latter, you may just need a contact.
Either way, the fear of what's wrong with you is, 99 times out of 100 worse than anything the doctor will actually tell you, and even if it isn't, it's always best to hear a professional opinion so you know if there's anything that can be done.
in that world, these people usually beat the shit out of one another drunkenly, and would do idiot drunken challenges as tests of hillbilly courage
we would jump and run over huge bonfires already raging and in progress
we would shoot clay dangerously while idiotically drunk
liver destroying keg stands and literal dick waving contests where people would get sad and compliment my dick in sad voices
im pretty sure ive got the family's biggest dick. the terrifying part of this that has me pushing my fingers into my eyes is, ive seen most of my male family's dicks
rural michigan was like some sort of soy bean field laden mos eisley, with internalized misogyny, racism and disgusting poor hating other poor people. a good portion of these people don't know much beyond a sixth grade education, and that's being forgiving. literally every bit of these years has been washing that off of me and trying undo it. my doctor said i'd be crying a lot, and to be ready for it. it can be terrible and unsettling
i felt it a welcome change, like being able to articulate what you couldnt before. i was kicked and beaten into the mold and you know, kinda scared into silence about what i know now as something that was stuffed deep down into the subconscious
For the most part it's a non-issue but when my eyes get tired, the difference gets more noticeable and it becomes impossible to see straight with both eyes open.
This SHOULD result in me going to fucking bed like I'm supposed to, but most often leads to me squinting with one eye while dicking around on the computer, because I'm fucking stupid.
Your heart is too big for that to ever happen.
it's weird to realize you haven't just spent time enjoying life in a fairly long time
And I'm terrified of the future
Part way through one we found a photo that looked like me. Spitting image, it was incredibly uncanny, the only difference was the man had a much cooler moustache. It was my granddad, and the date on the back was two days prior to the current date, when he was the same age that I am.
We then found a photo of my Dad at age 13, and I'm pretty sure I looked exactly the same as he did when I was 13.
I just really hope that looks aren't all I've inherited from those two. Well, I guess I hope I avoid granddad's old war-ingrained occasional racist opinions.