Unbreakable Me

I just now realized how easy it is for another person to remind me of how crappy people can be. It sucks (and luckily not every one is like that) for them.

I'm having a really difficult time with this Jack who claims he wants a relationship. Hes very rare and extremely unclear about his actions. Apparently Jacks father is a undercover police man, and because his father is a police man, Jack and his siblings live a double life (to protect themselves). So because Jack and his siblings must life a double life, Jack expects me to live in secret. I'd rather not get into detail about it but his expectations are way out of the norm. Here's an example, Jack wants to meet up with one of his siblings, but he will not actually say "hey, I'm going to hang out with my sister today", like any other normal conversation. Jack will be completely indirect and intensively hesitant to answers regular questions about when or what time he will be back. I find this very stupid and unfair because I don't need to pretend because I refuse to life in secret. He selfishly did not explain his schizophrenic life to me from the start and he gradually told me all this just recently after all the fighting about all his weird actions... now I'm frustrated because its almost like he forced his fathers life upon me and he expects me to live by it.

See... this is why I prefer not to place my life on websites like Myspace and Facebook.

Prior to owning a Myspace page, I kept my photos to a limit (without many photos pertaining to my life style). Perhaps because I'm more on the reserved side. I just uploaded some boring flicks that could help people identify me to connect. And then there was Facebook... I recently uploaded pictures of my children and my partner because I thought, "why not", I should be proud and open with my family. Eff everyone else. Well, issues between myself and my partner has/had severely increased over the last divergent months. I did however have enough aspiration to believe that our problems would decrease, just as long as we worked at it. Apparently not. We have parted, and now, our pictures remain on my Facebook because I am inordinately disquiet and unwilling to unfurl my disturbing news to everyone. I don't want to to talk with anyone about it because I am ashamed and extremely irate about my situation. No, the gossip of others is not what bothers me; it's mainly the knowledge I have freely exposed to them that gives them the opportunity to involve themselves in my life... I want to remove the status and photos because it's done but it shouldn't be that important right, it's just Facebook, right? I'm thinking of deleting my Facebook to make sure this doesn't happen again. But there are people who I'd like to keep in touch with. Any suggestions?

So many years ago a good friend (back then) of mine slept with the father of my son when we were still together. At the time, I couldn't help but feel petrified because we were like best friends... I mean, our kids are months apart... time didn't heal. I however, retaliated and made sure she understood that she was in the wrong. I was young and dumb. Me and the father eventually parted due to the fact that he was just incapable of being husband material. After a while me and her repaired our relationship and found ourselves in similar situations and we became friends again. Distant friends, that is. Here's the thing, I can forgive, but once you've over stepped your boundaries it is no longer in my control. Anyway, she facebooked me " I Iove yous and that if she could change everything that happened before, she would". I no longer have any resentment toward her as I have already forgave her many years ago. What's out of my control is that she has lost my trust many years ago. When she messaged me she also said that she needed more female friends who are in relationships because her current boyfriend doesn't approve of other girls because of her pass.

So, what are your thoughts on this?

I have a roommate that is irrefutably intrusive and I am not overemphasizing. Yesterday evening, my son and I were having a conversation and my roommate barged through the door about a million times. No knock. No hello are you in there. No I'm sorry did I interrupted anything. No nothing of that sort. The first time she rudely waltz in, she asked my son a question, disregarding the fact that we were talking. After he answered her, she closed the door and stood there... like, standing there to eavesdrop. Me and my son looked at each other and whispered to each other, "is she trying to listen to us?". We didn't speak until we heard her door close. Then again, she barged in while we were talking, and again she asks my son another question... with a cup of milk in her hand, she asks, "do you want some milk?". My son say's no, with a fallacious look on her face she say's, "okay" and walks out. I look at my son and we both roll our eyes. Long story short, she repeatedly barged in at least another 4- 5 times, not to mention, she knocks on my door early in the morning as if she really needs to ask me questions like: "do you want an omelette, do you have clothes in the washer, do you have some money I can borrow, are you up, do you have milk?". I mean, the list goes on and on. On top of it, when I do lock my door and if I avoid answering her, she is overly persistent and knocks a little harder and speaks a little bit louder each time she hears nothing after I have ignored her on purpose. It is hard for me to fathom that thought of me sleeping does not cross her mind. How can I help her understand that she is obsessing? She doesn't do well with me being upfront with her. She is very impulsive and her erratic behaviour is driving me insane. This broad is too much.

Gee, why am I the person who has the most problematic acquaintances?

I joined one of my dearest friends (Carry) for dinner last night at Johnny Rockets. As usual, me and Carry caught up on our daily lives through intense conversations over shakes, greasy burgers and oily french fries. Our conversation was going pretty well for a while, until, Carry broke down in tears. At first, I was insanely confused because we were talking about how great her children were doing, how her knew job was so spectacular and that she couldn't believe how happy she was with it. I mean, Carry was practically bragging about how she and Craig (her husband) had just returned from visiting Craigs family in Los Angeles and that they had had a blast. After lastly mentioning that her and Craig had had a blast in Los Angeles, tears just sporratically spread around her entire face... my immediate reaction to her unexplainable tears would have scared anyone... I stared straight at her forehead while crunching my eyebrows tighter than ever and slightly yelled, "What!! What is it!!?".

Then I quickly took notice that not only was I extremely loud; I got every, and I mean every, living beings attention in the restaurant. I half smiled at the waitress and apologised (and she kind of had no choice but to say, "it's okay"). But yeah so then, people in the restaurant turned as if nothing had happened... so I then turned, raised my eyebrows again, and looked at Carry and asked her whyTF she was pooring water falls all over the damn table in public. Carry began explaining that she got hooked on Craigs love from the minute there eyes met. At first, I was like okay, just cut the crap women and get to the point as to why you are acting all strange. But then I saw how frightened she really seemed. Well, Carry confessed that lately Craig had been slighlty domineering, at times a little overpowering, lightly objectifying the every nature of his violent behaviors, and blaming... a lot. Her. And for everything. Carry says that they constantly disagree over the simpliest things. For example, if Craig wanted a gourmet omelette for breakfast and Carry wanted pancakes, they'd engage in a tussle. When I asked her what exactly she meant by a "tussle", Carry told me that Craig would lose control and just snap.

Um... come on.

With both hands, I gripped the sides of my head and advised Carry to remove herself and the children from that house and to come stay at my place. But no, Carry clearly ignored every bit of what I said and continued rambling on about Craig saying, "but Craig loves the children and he only gets heated sometimes. This last time he got heated he only grabbed me, and the time before he slapped me, so it's getting better". Carry also said that Craig accuses her of not understanding why he gets so heated before snapping. And that because she does not fully understand him, it's her fault they are unable to resolve there issues.

Um... come on. I broke it down swiftly and told her that he is the one not understanding and that ever since his beastly behavior sprouted, that he has made the choice to avoid seeking any understanding of her feelings. When she got all puppy eyed, I just mugged her and conitnued to tell her that he isn't even realizing the effects his bs has put on the situation.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, she keeps phoning me about it all. What else can I do?

Matthias Schweighöfer or Jack White?

Well, what I really mean is-- should I really be in the mist of it all?

My splendid and severely battered, both physically and verbally, friend Rolland is in a struggling crisis within his life. I seem to be the only prime friend he calls upon for all his drama and I am having trouble being "completely honest". So, really, I need some help.

Now, Rolland phones me every day to speak of his "wave in motion moods". His boo hooz are extremely hilarious, but I refrain from laughing in his face because I'm in the process of practicing-- that thing called empathy; and leaning over to spill smiles in his face is not what I'm tryna do. Rolland works at Pep Boys in the Parts department; he deals (or so he complains) with nagging and whining customers all day. Rollands customer service duties consist of (or, again, as he complains): always fixing customer problems, speaking for customers-- coworkers, including agreeing to completing tasks for every one by force, and meeting every one elses needs while still soothing customers feelings. Rolland also intrigues me with his fanny (girl rubbish) problems. So, Mr. Rolland has a girfriend who he has been involved with for free years now. The lucky devils name is Trina (what a name!!). Trina works at a plumbing company; she is head hancha in customer service. Rolland complains to me that Trina treats him like hes just a "light weight". So he says: Trina avoids his text messages, only feeds him freshly- stored- frozen- microwave- dinners, she never wants to indulge in intercourse with him, crimps her lips when they kiss and she dreads anything that leaks from him mouth (words that is). After a hard days work, Rolland comes home to: dishes packed over and out reaching the ceiling, cat liter all over the carpet, beer cans everywhere (as she comes home for her lunch break), never wants Rollands input in regards to anything and down grades the way he dresses and whatever he likes. But, over all-- he says he loves the snatch with every last bit.

Explain to me how that makes sense...

As I am having some difficulty telling him to quit acting like a complete door mat; to just dump that heavy weight-- weighing a good ton, and to just stop complaining bout it... I just ca- ca- can't.

Dear who ever is out there:

Before yesterday, lately- I have been emotionally struggling for many reasons...

Here it goes... (drum roll) a great portion of my emotional tussles is due to my inexplicable past experiences- which, still, day in and day out, haunt me on a regular basis. With that inconsideration, just yesterday evening I found my hamster upon the living room floor- unconscious, unresponsive, without pulse, and no sign of a single breath. When I finally accepted the fact that my hamster had died, I immediately reached for a switch blade knife and violently slashed across my capillary artery. I watched the blood splash from left to right before throwing myself on the floor, and then I landed face first onto the floor. When I awoke, I remember looking up at the ceiling, counting the dots aloud in the hospital room. A women doctor and a few nurses tied me to the bed as I screamed- while dosing off into a deep comfortable sleep.

Today I woke up at home with my family standing around my bed side. They all looked at me with with sorrow, but said nothing to me.

I'm scared.

Like, what is up w/ all these facebook questions!? I'm saying, every time I turn cheeks from, either right to left, I hear- "Facebook this, Facebook that, how myspace is so ancient and how myspace is full of cradle rockers an how- "I just don't do myspace anymore ever since facebook landed".

Um. Yeah, I might have obsessed a little on the myspace for a bit, or least during it's hot trendy mode... but really, I'd like more detail of how Facebook rocks more than Myspace. I'm struggling for some understanding. Help!

Make you blush? No, really?

Let us not tell lies...

I'm great.

Besides the obvious, lately my pals have obsessed on my magnetic force and I'm trying to keep it above oblivion levels.

I found out some good news that helped me better understand my present situations and I can't help but sense that I was initially right. My pals can't understand what I'm actually fascinated about and, by all means, they claim that "I seem happy" for there made up assumptions. I would like to clarify what it is exactly I'm "so called cheerful" about, but at the same time, does it really matter all that much- to- redirect there wrongheaded assumptions?

When a male hos no facial hair; does that mean hes probably very young?

My tendencies of being an ......

My boyfriend pretends to have this secret job and pretends to have chics to gain a celebraty status on the streets! I dumped him because I don't approve of it and he insists that I accept it. I've changed my phone number, I've avoided all contact w/ any of his friends, ignored the people we both know and still I remain in belief that weither or not he pretends or not; theres wrong in it. This makes him apart of it.

Let me be more clear.

What are your thoughts in freedom of choice?

What are your thoughts on the justice system?

I have no idea where this came from but I’m in need of any advice possible.

This person has claimed me as there best friend when I don’t even like people. I am a total loner who caps on the dearest ever and heinous things that blast off you’re character and/or ones face. My personality is off the hinges and no one understands it; but steadily, I’m hounded down by people who see me as crucial in there lives; I’m talking about people I don’t even know, nor do I want to know… like: what the helly?

Jocked and crazy! I can’t help it if I’m contagious! But, really though, I’m not all out there shaking my sauce neither; I’m not presenting myself out here, so what gives? What’s this personas issue; why am I the topic on this persons list? Why am I claimed as the best friend to every one when I’m not even paying the slightest mind to this character…?

I’m not like you; you’re like me; older or shorter, it matters nada.

HELP A GREAT CAUSE! FIGHT AGAINST HATERISM!

Dear Relationships,

Are you one of those modernists who have entwined the thought that life w/ out variety is bland? And do believe that this belief “should” be pressed upon people?

Cruella here! So, a confidant of mine; just recently noticed that she is being ultimately player hated on. My confidant is carefree when it comes to men; this meaning, she’s really not that in to hovering over a man just for a little company. And before you get your panties rapped up in a hump; know that, my confidant isn’t out to please anyone’s feelings, nor redirect her motives to replenish another person’s tactics. (I’m sure that makes no sense). Point being, my confidant has astonished those, such as, “the highly unfashionable”, not to mention, astonishing those who are only “superbly jealous of her high ranking rebounding skills”. (Again, I’m sure that makes no sense). Okay, I’ll stop the clues… So, my confidant previously indulged in some very inhumane relationships that lead her in and out of B.S; this previous B.S hasn’t made her weak nor stronger; it’s only directed her towards the exit door “when it comes to relationships”. “Be mad all you want; at your own product”, she says! Her motto is body aching, but true, in many more ways than anyone can manage.

Is truth intolerable?

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My cousin is a competitive go get getter kind of athlete; she likes to bike, swim, laugh and run. Here name is Jocelyn. Jocelyn’s favorite thing to do is run and Jocelyn is always trying to get me to run w/ her. I don’t run. Because “I don’t like to run” is so hard for Jocelyn to comprehend; this makes us being able to get along very unsuitable to my personality. (’m sure that makes no sense). I obviously can’t make Jocelyn accept my choices so I stray from her as much as I can, and only since, understanding that I won’t distort my greatness according to her wishes; this makes Jocelyn’s life unmanageable. Pretty sad huh!?! Steadily she hawks me as if the world circulates within her walls. I’ve used the avoiding methods; I’ve even actually told Jocelyn “to lose my number”; I’ve taken to the extreme and went

opposite directions in avoidance to her dysfunctional attempts towards withering within my business… and still, she calls, she has people call me, she has people invite me places where life circulates around her. She practically hounds me and everything I do. Nothings right. Yesterday she called me early AM and asked if I wanted to run… I said NO and made it clear that I will not run because I do not have to, nor, do I even want to.

How can I make her see clearly?