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School, my old school music, equality for women, intimacy, and finally, talking to others on the computer when I get home after I finish my chores.

-LegoMaster2149 (Written on September 13, 2017)

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All that repeated "failure" sounds really disheartening. It seems like the letdowns magnified each other, and you haven't built up a chain of small successes to start to turn things around. Does your counselor ever talk about creating those?

Negative

I can't measure negativity. Sometimes though, there really is a worst way to take something someone has said.

You're not selfish, only skewed toward negativity when you think about yourself and others. Where does good intent fit into your worldview? How about times when you're not sure of someone's intent?

But I do not deserve a Purple Heart award. And I ain't no mother Teresa

Many times I am more selfish than necessary

Most precious lil "people" are too selfish too often (just my opinion). And yes that includes me

Intent matters. But outcome matters more




Yes, the abuse was cruel and unfair and it matters. Your well-being today also matters. You said that you intensely relive these awful experiences. That prolongs the injustice.

The dictionary definition of "abuse" is vague. Surely the alleged victim has a much larger definition of the word "abuse" than the defendant

"Life" is not fair. Plenty of children died when they were under 18, had diseases, got raped, homeless and without anything to eat.

Compared to them I had a great life

I realize that this is going to sound really simplistic. I'm just not sure how to say it. I've noticed that when I'm focused on a goal or on someone else's situation, it changes my perspective on my own. Because I get out of my own head for a while, and especially if I'm able to do something positive, I tend to feel better.

Stop pitying my pathetic lil self. Start pitying someone else



I think maybe Matt did a good deed because he was thinking of someone else. Of course, it probably made him feel good to do this, and he might have enjoyed the attention also. Yet, he still stepped out of his own world for a moment to give someone else a chance to feel worthy. Not like a beggar.

. "Maybe" Matt did a good deed. The article is not necessarily correct or complete in its statements. News and media often distort. Bias. Slanted. There could be suspicious statements omitted.

On GoFraudMe, an article said that Chauncey's family found itself in danger. Because they lived in a poor neighborhood and someone wanted their money. And (maybe) someone was willing to get the money using an illegal method

So Chauncey's family moved. (Fine). But


According to the article, Matt moved with them

Wtf

That sounds paranoid

Suspicious

Weird

Matt took a picture of Chauncey sleeping and posted it on Facebook.

Even though I am autistic, that sounds creepy to me

Like it could indicate foul play .




One more thing: Kyle Maynard's story is inspiring. He didn't give up, even as he had challenges. Is that why you like it?[/quote]

Kyle's had to work hard at wrestling and other activities. and Kyle was successful



That might could Be why I like Kyle's story

But, sometimes persistence goes unrewarded



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Least Kyle got


A happy



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Not everyone that works hard gets















A happy ending


For example ShortFatbalduglyman

I may be losing the plot.




There was a plot???

I'm about to bicycle way across town to buy a loaf of bread. It's that good. If I could, I'd bicycle to Pastelaria Conventual Pão De Rala, too.

Me too.

I'm wondering why human beings just have to be such effing s**ts to each other for no reason whatsoever.

I got verbally abused today by a bunch of teenaged boys FOR NO REASON. I had not even interacted with them. I hadn't dissed them in any way. I wasn't doing ANYTHING. They walked past me and then I started hearing all their voices going "b***h," "b***h," "Slag," "b***h," "Slag."

The slag part is highly amusing because I don't even dress like anyone someone would feel inspired to call a "slag." I dress for comfort while still looking presentable. No short skirts or high heels.

I'm sick of this place I live where I just go outside and GET ABUSED FOR NOTHING.

I used to live in a different place and this BS just didn't even HAPPEN to me there. Seriously. Didn't even HAPPEN there.

London is f****d up. Seriously people. London is a nasty place to be. People are rude and horrible here for NOTHING.

And people wonder why I prefer animals over humans and I wish I could live in a f*****g forest.

You didn't deserve that treatment. No one does.

Raleigh, which plot?

Krabo, I hate keyboard conflicts too. My software sometimes creates them.

C2V, your housemates would drive me crazy I think.

Jrjones, good luck with the mistake. The waiting is the worst part.

Kuraudo, I remember those days when I'd sometimes cry in frustration over math or earth science. I was too hard on myself, and my father got frustrated with me, which didn't help.

BaldMan, ooh, creepy Facebook photos put Matt's move in an entirely new light. A really stalkerish light.

Your counselor doesn't help you to create goals for yourself or take steps to do things you feel worthwhile? Is that something you could bring up, or are you working on something else with the counselor?

About intent versus outcome, I say they both matter. Good intentions can keep people going, taking on new challenges or finding new ways to face old ones. It's also a bit easier to make amends if other people sense good intentions or hard work, even when someone makes a mistake.

^ hello.

making silly mistakes.
I blame Biggles.
Saw his name and thought I was in the addicts thread.
So posted completely irrelevant thoughts in the middle of someone's conversation.

Thank you jrjones, I appreciate that.

Of course you didn't, and sometimes sh*t just happens unfortunately. I lived in London for 6 months a long time ago and found even then that people in the street were somewhat rude, and it is likely that it is far worse now. What made up for that was the lovely people (locals) I met in the pub next to where I stayed - they were very friendly, kind and generous. So it takes all types I guess. The staff at Heathrow airport however are only beaten in the rudeness stakes by the airport staff at LAX, and the immigration staff there (long before 9/11) were and are the rude champions of the world.. Americans tell me that they too are embarrassed at how visitors are treated there and assured me that ordinary Americans aren't like that (which they aren't and which I knew). Sorry you had that upsetting experience BIF.

Thanks B19.

I used to live in the US and it's funny, but I found most regular people in my city there to be so much more polite than people are in London, yet there is this stereotype of how Brits are so polite! I find it actually quite randomly brutal to just be going about your day where I am now. I got used to just not even being spoken to that way by any stranger, back in my US city.

It makes me wonder what must that be like for someone with, say, a terminal illness but who still goes out to the shops? Someone who just experienced a bereavement? For someone they don't even know to start calling them names just walking past?

It's bad enough with what I have on my plate, with depression, anxiety and PTSD, but when I think how they might do that to someone in an acute crisis or tragedy -- it just really makes me angry.

But then I'm thinking how, very often, a person that vulnerable will stay home and others will go out for them. I have to go out no matter what's going on with me.

Sorry, rambling now. Just feel really down from this. I know I shouldn't, it's just some kids. I also felt quite threatened because it was in a spot away from the roadway and nobody else was about.

I got heckled in the street recently for holding hands with my partner.
This was in another town while we were traveling.
And they were adults.
We walked past the bench they were sitting on and got laughter and a loud commentary.
It was like, "Look at these two would ya? Holding hands! Whatdaya reckon about that?!"
It was done in a very unpleasant way.
Anyway, we threw our arms around each other then and kept right on walking.
It was quite a scary town, really.
There were a lot of malingerers in groups who hung around the streets looking at you in an unfriendly way.
A place where you get in the car and hit the central locking immediately.
Also, the worst coffee I've ever had the misfortune to taste.
The town was called Tully.
No return visits planned.

I'm probably killing myself with this self treatment but I have nothing to lose.

Raleigh your story about outraging locals reminded me of my experience of the same. I arrived in Germany to stay for a year, and unfortunately developed pneumonia the week before. So by the time I got to the very conservative village in the countryside where I was to study for 3 months, I was very exhausted, and never got out of bed before 10am in the morning. This so appalled the locals and in particular the housekeeper of the hostel I lived at that she refused to service my room (or speak to me!) I was considered morally deficient!

^ How dare you not leap out of bed at sparrow fart?

People are so compassion constipated sometimes it amazes me.