Anthony C

A movie I saw parts of in my early teens on tv (it was probably around 2004) so it's definitely not a recent movie. Looked around 80s-90s make. I've been looking non stop for the title of the movie but can't seem to find it.

- young kids find a doll, somehow figure out how to do a ritual with it, and unleash a demon in their own home.

- the demon either successfully or unsuccessfully attempts to kill the kids parent upstairs in their bedroom.

- the demon is an adult male. frightening looking.

- there is some fire involved but I don't remember clearly.

- toward the end of the film, the demon is defeated and a bunch of trapped souls are released.

I wasn't able to watch the middle of the film.

I was driving home from my best friend's house around a year ago. It was around 1:30 am and I was tired so I decided to take the back roads home. I pass by a construction site and I think there might have been some construction vehicles at work. A few minutes later, I see a truck that resembled one of the vehicles from the construction site coming down the same road behind me. I didn't think much of it except that despite the fact that I was going a bit slower than the speed limit, the truck wasn't coming any closer and it was going roughly the same speed as I was . I speed up a bit and the truck sped up as well. I thought that was a bit weird because it seemed like whoever was in the vehicle was following me without making it obvious. I take several unusual turns and the truck took the same turns and was behind me constantly but always at the same distance (roughly 500 ft I think). I see glimpses of a small white vehicle behind the truck at this point but that seemed like something normal. I get a bit creeped out by the truck and eventually I see stop lights ahead and they turn yellow. I freak out because now I have to stop and that truck is probably going to pull up right behindme although I couldn't really think of what could be concerning since I was protected in a car but still i was weirded out. Just when I stop at the stop light I look behind me and I see the truck getting pulled over and I realize the white vehicle were cops. It was weird.

I have a real issue with this. Is assertiveness just a personality trait or can I get myself to be as assertive as a person with a type A personality?

I met my current best friend on Okcupid while I was in college. He did not tell me what his intentions were, just "hey I've seen you in the library". He had seen me in the library earlier, found me rather interesting, and having just joined okcupid, saw my profile on the first page so decided to contact me. He's gay as well so I kinda assumed he wanted to go out on a date. After hanging out with him several weeks, I developed very strong feelings for him. We became really close. Even the first time we hung out, he called his mom and referred to me as his "date" so I felt sure I was safe feeling what I was feeling. It wasn't until several months later, when I thought something was weird because nothing was really happening, that I found out he just wanted to be friends with me from the get-go. I was seriously pissed and hurt. When I let him know how I felt, he was sympathetic but also said that he would be extremely hurt if I ended the friendship simply because of my feelings. He had known how I felt from very early on so it was no shocking news for him. He was adopted as a child and he just recently met his bio parents and was feeling really unstable and needed someone to talk to. I agreed to stay friends with him because I knew he needed someone there for him. And he is a really nice guy and has been a really great friend for me so I thought 'why not'.

Well, 3 years later, I can't seem to move on easily from the pain that comes from these feelings. I've dated several guys but none of the dating blossomed into mutual love so moving on that way hasn't been effective. My best friend and I have become extremely close and it has at its enormous benefits, even going as far as doing projects together and planning a possible career together. However, I cannot shake the feeling that my heart has been treated as some kind of sacrifice in a way for his sake and that my heart has been walked all over but whenever I try to bring up my struggles and wanting to take a break from the friendship for a bit, he criticizes me for being selfish and cruel. And claims my anger unwarranted. I would agree with him about being selfish and back down but lately, I'm coming to a clear realization that I might be right after all.

I literally do not know what to do in this situation. My emotional stability within the friendship has been deteriorating over time and my personality is taking on a very harsh, cold feel and it ain't pretty which in turn is hurting him. I'm becoming increasingly clumsy when around him and my confidence at work and in social situations isn't doing so well. but at the same time I don't know how to accommodate for his abandonment issues (hence not wanting me to leave or even be alone) while trying to keep myself sane at the same time. I don't want to hurt him but I don't want to stay hurt either.

So my questions are --

Am I being over dramatic?

Should I walk away from this friendship?

What are some things I can do about this situation?

I know that this isn't the easiest question to answer (as obvious by the title) but I really need some advice.

Just wondering. In the past week, my bath faucet is spewing out yellowy-browny colored water -- which turned out to be rust deposits. My toenails started to turn yellow around this time and I started freaking out that it might be a fungal infection...until I filed the surface of them and they were pink again. anyhow, there's no problem with my nails but i was just wondering if the rust was the cause of the yellow discoloration.

I've recently watched a Japanese short film. I loved it. When reading a critique of the film by an American critic, he said that it was "too slow", "too subtle to follow" and "didn't make any sense," thus making it low in quality. I had to disagree and being half-Japanese, I knew that the movie was something that you had to be Japanese to truly understand. The pace, the subtlety, and the twisted plots were very Japanese indeed. This made me think that maybe when many American critics watch a foreign film, they don't look at how well it represents or exposes the culture that the film came from but instead look at how well it fits the American public eye.

I'm wondering if this is actually a common thing that occurs of if I'm just being too critical?

So, this is strange, but for the last few months, I have not been dreaming at all. I do fall sleep and I'm definitely sure that I go into REM sleep, but instead of dreaming, my brain replaces it with a night-long marathon of nonsense logic (like explaining that carpets are beautiful simply because they can emit odors that stimulate the eyes) with little to no sensory stimuli whatsoever. I'm wondering what's wrong with me? I think that it's correlated with me going through a very busy time because it primarily occurs when I've had a busy day. If so, what should I do because every time I wake up, I feel burned out from the continuous, unconscious pondering.

I am a guy and I have a waist-hip ratio of 0.71. Is this healthy?

So, I was wondering if this is normal. I am often taken as a very kind, gentle person. My friends and people I meet often assume that I'm also very warm as a result. However, I feel that my kindness is more out of a result of a kind of cold outlook at the world than because of warmth. I'm simply kind to people because I don't really care or not really affected by them. I don't think I've ever been passionately kind to someone before. I just simply observe other people, sit back at a distance, and gently smile at them. My therapeutic writing professor told me once that I don't let myself fully experience my interactions with other people. Instead, I just observe my interactions. She said that I was simply a witness of my own life, not someone who actually experiences it. Do you think if I start fully experiencing my interactions with other people and my life experiences, I'll start to express more emotions such as anger?

Okay, so I'm a guy. I do not identify as a women. However, just recently, I had just suddenly realized by looking back at my life that the majority of the people I look up to or am even genuinely inspired by are women. I have had a difficult time finding many male role models because I, for some reason, don't have as much respect for them. And I don't it's even logical because even though my dad never got angry at his kids or my mom, never cheated on my mom, and always works diligently for the family, I still respect my mother more than I respect my father. Before deciding to go ahead and fix this, I'm wondering: is this a very unhealthy thing to feel?

What would you call a woman who didn't express any romantic affection towards her husband but got heart-broken when she found out that he didn't love her?

I'm bisexual. But, one thing I've been noticing is that although I've had numerous crushes over many girls, I hardly thought of them in a way many other guys were saying.

For example, I once knew a girl and I had a crush on her. I was 16 then. Every time she would sit next to me, my heart would beat to an uncomfortably fast pace. This crush lasted for over two years.

My brother, about two years younger than me, was teaching her some karate. One day, he came home and told me about how big and beautiful her **** were and about how he imagined what her p***y looked like.

I was pretty shocked to discover that such thoughts never crossed my mind. Really, the only things I were looking at were her face and the way she behaved. Sure, I knew she had an enormous bust, but it wasn't of much importance to me.

Even today, I can't relate to guys who talk about mentally undressing women who walk by them. It often disgusts me and they often tell me that I have some serious issue for not doing so.

Oh, and don't assume that it's because I've never seen a naked women before. Believe me, I have. And I do get sexually aroused by women, just that it's usually not in a visual way.

So, my friend was having a little discussion with his mod-mates (who are all female) and they were discussing sexuality and identity. They came across talking about clothing and he said that he thinks that women should be careful of what they wear and to be considerate of the fact that some men may be looking at them in a sexual way. The women got ENRAGED by this and said that women can wear whatever they want and if someone is looking at them in a sexual way, it's that person's problem, not their's.

A few days later, he discovered that they had filed him for something. He asked them three times what it was that he did (he even stated that he wouldn't try to defend himself, but just wanted to know what he did so that he wouldn't do it again) and they just said, "one day, we'll tell you. But, for now, let's just keep our silence and be a little distant from each other so that we can live comfortably."

He later discovered that he was filed for sexual harassment for that comment he had made. But, I find it unethical that those women did not tell him what he did and just instantly filed him for that.

Oh, and although this is a little off-topic, he's lived his whole life on a wheelchair so I don't know why he would be a threat to them.

Since a very young age (possibly around the age of nine) I had had a long concession of very disturbing dreams. Namely, regarding full castration (meaning that everything is removed, not just the testicles). Or rather, I should say, mass full castrations. Dreams about a society where male genitals are banned from existence. These dreams ended by the time I reached puberty, so they are most likely not related to me being uncomfortable with my physical body.

In these dreams, I see boys and men being discovered of being "still intact" and immediate having their parts removed through perhaps the most painful of methods: tearing. Yet, there is no blood. Cries and screams of pain scream constantly.

Being still intact, I had to constantly wear something to cover myself up, just so no one would find out. Sometimes, for no apparent reason, my clothes just disappear and once friendly eyes such as family members turn gruesome and vicious at the sight.

In one case, I saw my mother placing my father underneath a cabinet and sliding him in and out from under there over a pile of glass shards with his pants down as a method for the "removal".

In some cases, it escalates to a point into which murder occurs and bodies are chopped and diced into tiny bits and pieces.

I became increasingly disturbed by these dreams and came to wonder what they meant.

Although they never appeared again after I turned twelve, it still lingered on in me and made me feel dirty and perhaps filthy for having such dreams. Usually, I made of it as a form of a sexual or erotic dream of some sort.

But, recently, I came to actually think about who I was and the thought of these dreams came to my mind and somehow they made a correlation.

I have always had an intense fear of people finding out a characteristic of me, that while being natural for a human being and, in no way a bad thing, will be hastily removed. A constant fear of being hurt in such a way, while others around me believe they are doing me good.

Being the oldest in my family, I had been raised with very high expectations. Eventually, I came to believe that I had emotional and psychological expectations as well, though no one really said outrightly so. If I was depressed, I was afraid of telling my parents about it for fear that they would try to "fix" me so that I would become incapable of feeling depressed.

Sometimes, when I knew that something was perfectly normal for a human being, I would somehow feel as though my parents or people around me would think of it as abnormal and necessary to be erased. Feelings of love and feelings of guilt were sometimes included. Sometimes, I was afraid of being happy, for fear of being criticized for being happy about the wrong thing and to have that "wrong stimulant for happiness" be taken away. And there was always a strong fear that these parts of me would be despised and hated.

Now, I'm beginning to realize that my parents and people who truly love me would never do something like that and would tell me, "that's perfectly normal."

This is my interpretation of these dreams. Do you think the dreams referred to something deeper? Do you think that my interpretation didn't cover enough?

About why it is so common for lesbians to be "bad" at fashion and for gay men to care about fashion so much (it is steretyping, but it's still quite common). I've read answers that say, "cuz lesbians want to be guys and gay guys wanna be girls." And that seems to be the most common assumption.

I was like "use your brains people."

First of all, the vast majority of women wouldn't go through all that pain to look good if they weren't trying to attract a guy. And looking feminine isn't very convinient either. It is easier to have short hair and it is more comfortable to wear guy's clothes. Of course, there are some who just wanna look good because it's fun or that they like it themselves. But the majority aren't that. Second of all, what greater threat would there be to a lesbian than if she was looking the way that would make guys flock around her?

I believe most people know that men are visual creatures. Once that is known, I think it would be pretty obvious why gay guys pay attention to their appearance so much.

Why do you think people make stupid assumptions about things like this?

Okay, I know that a lot of people say that men are really simple. However, I'm not sure if I, myself, fall into that category. I'm only clear and straight-forward when I'm working, but I never really mean what I say in personal relationshi. If someone asks me if I want something, I say yes when I actually don't want it. And sometimes I say no even if I do want it. I change my mind very often, but stick to things so that I don't confuse or cause trouble to other people. Most of the time, I feel a whole combination of emotions at the same time. For example, I will often feel happy, sad, angry, calm, relieved, and exited all at the same time. And its worse when I'm stressed out: I don't know how I feel because I'm feeling everything! And so, if someone asks me how I'm feeling, I just say I'm fine or "okay" because I don't know how to describe what I'm feeling and because I know that people are expecting a straight-forward answer from a guy.

I sometimes smile when a girl flirts with me, but I hide the fact that I know she's lying so she can take advantage of me. I just say, "My, you're very pretty yourself." At the same time, I'm crossing my fingers behind my back. And then I sneak away as she goes to tell her girl friends what I just said.

I also cannot feel sexually aroused by a girl until I can trust her emotionally.

Ok, so I have these recurring dreams about entering a HUGE mansion that changes its shape every so often. I enter the house through the front door, then I find something horrifying in there. I'm chased up the stairs. I go up and up and up and it never ends and even if I hide, whatever it is knows where I am. Then, in desparation I quickly jump out a window, even though a door with stairs is readily there for me to escape with, and I make sure I'm not seen while I do. And it feels good to fall and I feel free. Then, as I reach the earth, my body suddenly slows down, I feel dizzy, and my ears hurt from the air pressure. As I land slowly, I'm suddenly dead even though I only grazed the surface of the ground. Then, I suddenly rise back up and I hear a scream of pain and fear that sounds like a laugh at the same time. Something blasts the front door open and I'm attacked without sight.

I've had dreams following this pattern over and over again. I've never watched anything like this on tv.

So, I was kind of shocked to find out my body size yesterday. I'm a guy (obviously). Age: 18 Height: 5'91/2" Weight: 120 lbs. Waist: 29" Hip: 33"

Shoulder: 36"

Is this unhealthy? I eat a lot. And I move around reasonably frequently. I have well-developed legs, but it takes so damn long for the muscles on my shoulders and chest to develop even though I do push-ups regularly. Should I try lifting weights?

Is it hard to live in a family where the majority of the members are type A personalities and you are a type B? Both of my parents are type A, my younger brothers are type A as well. My sister (the youngest) is probably a type B, and I, as the oldest, is somewhere in between (I took a test once and found out that I'm somewhat in the middle, but leaning slightly towards a type A).

So, both of my parents don't understand why I can be laid back sometimes. My father is constantly restless and my mother is highly competitive. But, being the oldest, I have the most responsibilities and expectations, so being laid-back is kind of a bad thing. My mother asked me why is it that I don't feel angry if I lose to someone. I answered that it depends on who I lose to. If my opponent says that he was glad to be my opponent and that we both tried our hardest and that he would be looking forward to competing with me again, I wouldn't get upset. But, if he's like, "haha! I won, you lost!", then...

I'm the first born in the family. I have the highest expectations among all the children. In the past (not now, since I rebelled), if my name didn't appear in the history books, my mother would never forgive me. Although I used to be bossy and obnoxious, I stopped when I was around seven or eight because I had heard my mother slamming a textbook on younger brother's head (he's the second) countless numbers of times, asking him why he was so stupid. I felt so sorry for him that even if my parents asked me, I refused to tell them if he did anything stupid and just take the blame myself.

Since my mother spent the most amount of time on me, a lot of her twisted opinions somehow started to show in me, as well as the depression. I'm surprised that she states her opinions (she has opinions about virtually EVERYTHING) very clearly in front of everyone in the family. The third child loves to tell on his parents and is often in a bad mood and easily annoyed by everything.