In my opinion

My ears ring and my hands get clammy whenever I'm near him. A smile or a glare from him can make my day or destroy me for a week. I want nothing else but to see him happy and successful. I am terrified of my feelings for him because I wonder sometimes if he doesn't hate me, and it scares me to my core not to know. We work together. I am his manager. I can't tell him. But I catch myself acting so strange around him. I wish I could just stop.

I am so embarrassed. I'm at my grandparent's house right now and my grandmother just came in with bags and bags of groceries. I thought she was going to lunch with her sisters, when in fact they went to two churches to accept a handout from their pantries. She isn't broke. Neither is her husband. They are in the kitchen bragging about the great foods she brought home, fish, chicken, lunchmeat, fruits, pastas, bread, cereals...

It seems so greedy. Their cabinets aren't bare. They're packed. There's no room for the things she brought home. They opened the freezer to put away the meats she brought home and it's over flowing. They just had to reorganize the freezer to make space. And I feel bad now because I just came back from a local market with fruits, tea and crab cakes. She offered me some of the food the brought in and I turned her down. Now they are criticizing me for acting like I'm "too good to accept a handout" and they think I won't eat any of it because I think the food is junk. I don't want it because I would feel like a terrible person.

What would you do?

I am 27 and I pay her $200 a month for rent plus I buy groceries. I have my own car and support myself. I am not broke, I pay for my own gas and bills, I have never had to ask anyone in my life for money. My parents and my Aunt are often in debt to me. She is legally blind and I or her daughter usually have to drive her around to her doctors apt.s or to the stores etc. I haven't had a full time job however in the last year or more and my accounts make very little interest anymore. I've been staying on a trundle bed, paying her rent on time without laps or an IOU since I moved in back in Oct. I don't plan to stay here all year. I know she needs the financial help, but I don't think she can legally claim me. Can she?

Whenever you (and if you ever do) think about suicide, is the thought also accompanied by plans to destroy everything you own? Well, not everything per se, but just the things that are important to you. Like photographs, artwork, your portfolio, jewelry, heirlooms, your computer, your favorite books and movies, your favorite stuffed animal.. and so on. Things that you could only see certain people having after your death but you fear they may end up in the wrong hands. The hands of those who are provoking your suicidal thoughts or those who under estimate their nostalgic value and who wouldn't shed a tear at the thought of selling them on Etsy or Ebay?

I feel like my head's going to explode.

Please don't flip out. I won't act on my thoughts. I've been suicidal before, it's nothing new. It's like, once you think about it the first time, it's easy for your mind to go there with every belittling comment. I just wondered if anyone else, having had such thoughts, has also made a checklist of what to destroy.

I can't understand it. My uncle is in the military and has been for 20 years now, isn't the military frighteningly strict? My uncle has had his 7 year old son for about 2 years now and is raising him without rules. He has decided that his son can do what he pleases, when he pleases and can say what he pleases and do what he pleases to whomever he pleases. He has no respect for anyone, not children his age who he wants to befriend, not adults, not even his father. There is the rare occasion in which my uncle will say something to him but usually it's only when the boy is irritating him personally or threatening his personal belongings. Anyone else who says something to the boy is "Mean" and my uncle is sure to say this to said person in front of his son so the boy can later use it against that person.

My uncle just won full custody of my cousin about a month or so ago. The boy's mother has three other sons, her oldest and the youngest are both my uncles, they're 17 years apart. I don't know who her middle children belong to. Nor can I comprehend how my uncle could have taken her back; he left his first wife for her. He brags to my aunt, whose been happily (or at least contently) married for 25 years now, and my mother once divorced that he surpasses them and is "Winning" at life since he has now been married and divorced twice.

His son is bewildered when I tell him stealing is wrong. The boy and his father and his mother (because they all still hang out as a unit) have a habit of walking into seemingly abandoned homes and taking things they fancy. His room is full of signed baseballs, football jerseys and toys and when I ask him where certain items came from he is disgusting boastful in saying "My father and I took it from this person's house".

He watches Family Guy and other programs that, I'm sorry, are not meant to entertain a 7 year old. The boy has slapped his father in the face in front of his scout den and t-team. My uncle is the den leader and coach. He has no problem punishing other people's children for accidentally spilling a glass of milk but if his son were to deliberately throw and bust a gallon of milk he would look at me and tell me to clean it up and forget that his boy did anything wrong.

He never gets the corner or a time out. The tv is always on what he wants. And his father never says anything. He tries to argue with him sometimes but his son always wins. I'm not saying spank the boy but he needs to know what his boundaries are. The boy is going to be 8 in a month or so and while he likes to act big and bad, smacking people, walking on the kitchen counters with his filthy kleets and sitting on the dinning room table ripping it while people are eating, ordering adults around... he still sleeps in the bed with his father and cries if you're in the bathroom for more than 5 minutes and he can't see you. G*d forbid you try and take a shower, it's like WWIII.

How do I deal in this household?

I feel like I need the super nanny.

And I am 26 and have no children, and so I have no say in his parenting.

I really think I might be getting or already have a stomach ulcer. My insides are making so many strange noises. People can hear it. It is embarrassing. I get dizzy with anger and loathing. I am not an angry person and I don't know what to do with myself when I feel this way. I am at a point where I find it difficult to breath in a certain person's presence.

He thinks I'm frightened of him, but the truth is he disgusts me. I can't bear to speak to him because the sound of his voice makes my skin craw. He is a terrible immoral person. He expects everything for free but feels he needs to do nothing or help no one because he is in the military. He's raising his son to be more treacherous and vile than himself. They walk into abandoned homes and steal things. He mocks children.

His son rules this house. He walks on the counter with his muddy shoes and makes messes all of the time. His father never says anything to him about it. He complains about the place being a mess but he doesn't reprimand his son. He just expects the mess to magically go away. When I try and punish his son I am yelled at for trying to be a mom and wanting to be far more in the boy's life than I am.

I'm staying with him and I don't know how to leave. I don't want to hurt his feelings. He uses me though, as his nanny and maid. He is my uncle. I feel like I would be in the wrong if I leave but I can't stand how oppressed I feel. I have been depressed before but now I find it hard to speak to anyone without stuttering or second guessing myself. I can't make it through a 24 hour period without crying. I lock myself in the bathroom and turn on the fan to cover my sobbing. I don't want him to know that he is getting to me. I shouldn't be here. I came here to help him but he just takes advantage of me. I can't even think straight right now. AUGGGGH I just need to scream!

But maybe things aren't as bad as I make them out to be in my head. Is this all normal?

It was years ago. I was sitting in a bookstore killing time on a Saturday; with a stack of horror books next to me and was reading a chapter or story out of each one when I came across a story inspired by Robert W. Chamber's The Yellow Sign.

In the story a man was walking the streets of Baltimore and came across a sign that told him of a play. I can't remember if he had a female companion with him at this point or not, but I'm pretty sure he has one as soon as he's in the theatre. While in line he(they) notice that everyone around them has a mask on their face. At the door they are presented with masks and told to wear them until the very end of the play.

I don't remember much about the play, just a few references to The King In Yellow (which ultimately leads me to research and discover Robert W. Chambers) and there is a lot of sexuality which seeps from the stage and into the audience. The audience eventually becomes one huge orgy. At the end of the play the spectators are told to remove their masks and... well I forget if their faces come off with the masks or if they're all demons/monsters underneath but I remember the main protagonist gets the fright of his life.

If you know the name of this story or it's author please tell me.

This has really been eating at me tonight.

Thank you.

Would you participate?

Right now there is so much pollen in the air.

What might not be the leading cause but most certainly a large contributor to the fact is the amount of carbon dioxide in the air which is what trees feed off of, but there is so much that the trees are over indulging creating a bigger pollen output. If we left our vehicles at home for a week and rode our bikes instead wouldn't we see nothing but positive results- cleaner air (in more ways than one) and healthier bodies? If you need to drive to get to your job, work out a carpool plan with a few other employees, and take a lunch so you aren't on the road during lunch time. If your office is near a park, spend your lunch there. Eat, take a walk- it's a better use of your time vs. sitting in your car in a line at a fast food chain.

That life is found nowhere else in all of space and time? And if so isn't it a frightening and depressing thought? Is it wrong to want to believe in life among the stars? I'm not asking if you believe in a G*d. I simply find it a maddening idea to imagine nothing or no one else.

So, I upgraded to time line a few months ago and I cannot believe that it has taken me this long to realize that there is no longer a button to delete photos from any of your albums. OMGooosh I am so aggravated. Maybe I'm seeing too much red and I am simply overlooking it. Please help! Where do I go now to delete photos from facebook?

I do.

Is that weird?

I am from the States, and we don't have Krampus over here, though I find him to be a very interesting character. I wondered how many of you take part in any festivals surrounding krampus and if you have any photos or stories to share.

^_^

I'm curious.

I kind of want to see the "play" or whatever we're calling it.

It's all theatrical, right?

There are no real sacrifices involved?

I have Aperture 2 on my laptop, and it was an expensive program. I installed it when I got my laptop back in '08 but it isn't working now. Every time I try and use it, it asks for the products serial number, which I have. I have all of the original packaging in front of me right now, so the serial number is undoubtedly correct. This is very frustrating, it absolutely will not let me view the program. I am thinking if I uninstall and then reinstall Aperture, I will be able to start from scratch, but I've never had to uninstall anything from my computer and I don't know where to begin. If you have a better solution PLEASE let me know. My tech support and coverage plans have expired so I can't call for help over the phone.

Well I am in Virginia staying with my Uncle who is in the Army. I have been down here, in Gloucester for about two weeks babysitting my 6 year old cousin. However I live in Belair Maryland which is a full 4 hours North of where I am at right now.

I have a roommate, she is three years younger than me and she is my best friends cousin. I have known her her entire life (just about). Well, I haven't kept in touch with her because I have been so busy watching Tanner. I kept trying to reserve a time in the evenings to give her a call, but I never found the time. And that is my fault, I know. But she hasn't called me either. The last time we saw/spoke to each other was on Fathers Day.

I tried to call her two days ago and couldn't get through. I have two numbers for her and she isn't answering either one of them. (We don't have a land line, they're both cell numbers) So I logged onto Facebook to post a quick note on her wall to let her know I was trying to get a hold of her. Well I discovered last night that she de-friended me on FB. I am soo pissed! Everything I own in the World is in my apartment.

I don't have anything at either of my parents houses, they both live too far away (NC & GA). I had my friend call her, she isn't answering her call either. I am shaking I am so angry.

Hopefully nothing is wrong and she is just pissed at me for not calling sooner, but I have a very bad feeling about all of this.

My roommate dyed her hair red last night and the color bled through the sheer cream polyester shower curtain (which I can always bleach if needed) onto the nice one and I really like this curtain panel. Is it fine to simply throw it in the wash or will that set the stain?

There used to be a button to click that lead you to a page that allowed you to delete games and apps that you don't use very often. And I haven't been able to access it since the last updates were made to Facebook. Where can I go to edit my app list?

22 of mine have been deleted.

I have asked 69 questions since 2005.

I have posted before, as a response to many others questions, the memories I have of a strange house that used to appear in my dreams. I am still waiting to see it again, but it never comes. Lately however, I have been finding myself wondering the halls of a new home in my dreams.

Click here to read about my original dream home:

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The new home is always owned by my mother (in contrast to the old house that always belonged to someone new whenever I'd find myself there) even if she doesn't own it at the beginning of the dream, she always owns it in the end. There is a dusty ballroom with large windows, it has a huge fireplace (it can be another room within itself it is so huge inside) with andirons as tall as me and a broken and chipped marble hearth, a new pool table stands right in the middle of the ballroom. I think this room has maybe taken the place of my beloved Library in my original dream house. It's always flooded though. There is a busted pipe somewhere in the walls and the floor is always sloshy and wet.

Last night, in my dream, my father was a rich man. He owned a country club or something and he threw a party for me at his estate. I was having a good time, in my dream I was a teenager (I'm really 25) and there were a lot of cute guys there, but suddenly they all became too intense for me to talk to, they all wanted to impress me and my father and all they would talk about was money and how they were making theirs. I became disgusted and walked away looking for a darker place, somewhere to be alone, I found myself in a garden. One of the men followed me in the shadows and, this is where the dream got a little hairy, I think I was raped. I fell asleep crying on a bench in a gazebo surrounded by dead rosebushes.

When I woke up (in my dream) I was on the same bench, but the gazebo was gone, and not only that, but the entire house was gone. All around me were piles of stone and slabs of wood, movers were packing marble statues and paintings into moving trucks, the only thing that hadn't been taken apart was the bench I awoke on.

I asked around to find out if anyone knew what was going on, but no one answered me. I heard one man say "He's done this before you know, fifteen years ago, when his first daughter died, he packed up his entire household and moved away" I was shaking. I ran down an old dirt road lined with piles of wood. I kept telling myself "He can't move away, not without me". I ran for miles and found myself in a small town. The road I was running on ended at a park. I tried to talk to a few more people, but no one answered me except for one man. He told me where I could find the new house and pointed me in the direction I should go.

I started out running, but suddenly I was driving (I think we've all had that happen in a dream) and my mother was next to me. There was nothing extravagant about her, she looked just as she does in life. She was going on and on about her new home and she was telling me how to get there. When we pulled up I was in awe. The building was old and needed a lot of work, it looked like what I imagine Dracula's castle may have looked like, but that's the kind of place I love.

I stayed the night there with her there, we wandered the halls and explored passageways. She said that she had won the place in a poker bet and that the guy who lost didn't seem too broken up about it. "One person's garbage..." she said. We wondered where the kitchen might be so we went downstairs to look for it and that's when we found the ballroom. I kept saying "this is so familiar" (and it was, I have had another dream about the same place, only in that dream there was some pagan-like ceremony going on in the ballroom, it was very 'Eyes Wide Shut').

We walked through the ballroom and as we did we smelled warm bread baking, we followed the scent and it lead us to the kitchen where we found a little man wearing a red double-breasted jacket with black pinstripes and a black toque. He looked like a chef in a zoot suit. We asked him what he was doing there and he said he and the house were a "two for" and we couldn't have one without the other. I said "Oh, so you're our live in chef then?" he said "Sort of" and smiled.

He showed us to the wing where the bed chambers were, and we fell asleep in separate rooms. I woke up screaming in the middle of the night (in my dream) and my mother brought me into her room. There in her bed was my neighbor (The man who lives next door to me in real life. I don't like him, he wigs me out, there is something about him that I don't trust) and I freaked to find out that he was sharing a bed with my mother. He saw me trembling and told me he could hypnotize me to find out what I was so afraid

What do you call these? Proper term?

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