Mercury wrote: WHat the hell is wrong with you? Seriously. Go talk to the charge nurse and get a shrink up there so they can talk about your mood swings and constant need to push your magic fantasyland religion onto others who do not share your sad apocalyptic worldview.
Mercury! Is this really necessary? GIMR has NEVER pushed her faith upon me! I've not seen her doing that either. She defends herself and her faith! I don't believe her worldview is sad in the least!
Her worldview appears, to me, to be optimistic despite trails and tribulations that would have the rest of us frothing over with anger and hatred! She speaks volumes of her own character that she is SO well grounded despite her problems!
In the past when I have stood up for reason I was attacked rather virulently by GIMR. I do not see the same love and peace you see.
She is a typical christian.
And crawling on the planet's face Some insects called the human race Lost in time And lost in space...and meaning
Look, f*ck this. Seriously. Typical Christian? Yeah, I picket marine's funerals in protest of gay marriage, I'm racist, think God is, and much, much more.
The ultimate point of this thread is that one can heal if one chooses to. Bullying and hurting people because it happened to you is no excuse. Merc, I don't give a damn what bishop did or said what to you. I really don't. You abuse LDS people you don't know in order to have an outlet for your anger, that you won't take it out on those you love. Instead of dealing with the rage, you just funnel it elsewhere.
I'm sorry, but I really cannot deal with bullies. And I am not ashamed of the fact that I took the higher road and got help so that in my personal circumstances, no one was hurt any further than me.
Peace out, folks. I'm sure most of you here enjoy seeing Merc act like a supreme asshole. I don't. And those who leave the boards on account of him don't. People don't deserve to be abused for religion or lack thereof, no matter what religion or lack thereof might have done to you as a child. If I were to act like Merc perpetrates on this board, I'd be in an orange jumpsuit.
There's much more to life than this.
Each one has to find his peace from within. And peace to be real must be unaffected by outside circumstances. -Ghandi
Well I don't enjoy it! Not in the least. I give him understanding because I see he feels a need to lash out. But then again I understand that those he lashes out at are likewise wounded by his behavior.
Quite honestly it tires me. I don't know why there is so much animosity between the two of you. I don't know where it began and probably don't want to know. I just wish you wouldn't leave the board GIMR!
If all the LDS or Christians leave the board this is nothing more than a repository for fuming ex-Mos. The exchange of ideas, with a bit of testiness thrown in, isn't so horrid to witness. The personal attacks are quite ridiculous imho.
Book of Mormon, I'm sorry dear, but I feel it to be the best. Because the picture I see is that when I reveal something about myself in hopes to create perhaps a bit of community, and show that you can suffer and still not hurt other people, that's more often than not seen (at least on here) as me looking for a spotlight. But when someone comes in and just shouts "f*ck and disrespect to all Mormons and people of religion, let's just crap on their dignity", that's somehow ok...that person has suffered, just let them get it out, they're coping.
LOL!
I am sitting in a beautiful house in a beautiful neighborhood. The furnishings are expensive, and I am relatively safe where I am. But I'm also sitting here counting every penny that I can find, LITERALLY (and I have $4.35), trying to figure out how I'm going to get to work for my first week back at a real job. It costs $40 a week, and I only have about $16 on my SmarTrip card. I'm kind of screwed. All the people that I have asked for help have refused me, and those same people I've often gone out on a limb for. I'm also looking for things that I've purchased in this last week that I don't need (like socks) to take back to Wal-Mart to exchange for food, because I don't have any. My mom gets to eat lovely things like fruit, she gets nutritious meals, and will even eat what I buy...but will purposefully only buy enough for herself, or cook what I'm allergic to (fish).
A supposed friend pulled me out of the house yesterday to offset the fact that her boyfriend went somewhere where she wasn't invited. Mind you, like I posted yesterday, I wasn't feeling well. My migraine meds make me want to pass out, but it's either pain I can't endure, a high ER bill, or this stuff. I choose the latter and hope that I make it through the day. This girl wanted me to sit with her so she wouldn't be lonely, yet let me go the whole evening with nothing to eat (she went to Chipotle, but knew I had but a few dollars and couldn't eat, and later sat and ate ice cream in front of me...she was so selfish, just wanting to not be alone, that she forgot about hospitality...yet she'll be wondering why I won't come back to her place...WHERE THE HELL IS PEOPLE'S COMMON SENSE?).
I'm praying that I won't get another migraine before the end of this week, because I'll seriously pass out somewhere between work and home...and I can't afford that.
Should I be hateful knowing that I've at times given all that I had out of love, and now that I'm in need, all my friends and family with nice cars, and enough to go to Starbucks, can't spare ten bucks to help me? I could be. I have more of a reason to be a flaming b*tch than Jercury, but I'm not going that route. Something will come up, I'll make it somehow.
Lashing out hurts others, it causes emotional whiplash to the person who is dealing it out. Yes, I'm pissed. I'm sick, scared, worried...but determined. And I'm no goddamn superheroine. I'm just a person. That's the point. You can be a regular person with huge problems, and not set out to hurt other people. Why I learned the lesson at 14, and this person is a grown man with a wife and kids and he can't get it is beyond me. Whatever. I don't have the stomach to watch people be abused because the abuser was abused. That's pussy-like. I'll call it what it is.
Book of Mormon, I sent you my email. Please keep in touch, as I do want to know how you're doing. To the sane here, have fun, apparently there's something really gratifying about watching someone justify their behavior with past pain. I have no patience for that.
Each one has to find his peace from within. And peace to be real must be unaffected by outside circumstances. -Ghandi
Merc is entitled to his opinion. GIMR is entitled to hers as well. Taking offense is as useless as giving it. These boards aren't for the thin skinned or the faint hearted. If you can't take the heat (and that means Merc too), get the hell out of the kitchen. I'm not saying leave the house. There's no reason to do that. But we've got more than one forum/room here, and there's something for everyone. Find your room whether it's the kitchen, the family room, or the privy, then defend your point of view in a manner acceptable to your room. But don't expect everyone to agree or to get along. We all come with different world views here, and we accept them all, even Merc and PP and Nort and any of the other caustic personalities, because we all know what it's like to be unacceptable. The only expectation is that everyone can and will defend their worldview.
I'm always sorry when someone gets in a snit and leaves, but I understand that feeling. Lord konws I've been in some nasty snits in the past on this board and on others. But this board would not be the great place that it is if we forced everyone to agree. Then... we'd be MAD.
GIMR: just hang in there and it will get better. I lost a carreer that I wanted and worked at for over a decade in 2003. I sold my car for money for medication because I lost my benefits . The guy who I sold it to gave me a third down and promised the rest within two months. It never came. I didn't push it. There are many days that I too had ten dollars until my next check. Between June 2003 and June 2006 I did not clean my apartment. I did not throw anything out. My apartment looked and smelled like a skid row alley. There were spider webs all over the place. Do you know what milk looks like after two years. I slept on a mattress in my room and pulled a dirty comfortor over me at night. I gained fifty pounds. I couldn't open the door at night because people could see in. I got up everyday and took the bus or rode my bike to the gymand did a slow walk on the treadmill, staring out in space, I rarely showered so everyone was always staying away from me, I went home slept in the afternoon, took the bus back to the gym to walk again and then walked home. I did this everyday during 2004, 2005 and 2006. Someone times I had my paxil and other days I didn't which made me real sick. I was on disability, and my former job was putting me through hell, via doctors and depositions as they kept trying to interfer with me geting some benefits. One time some of my old friends from work came over when they did I would talk to them infront of my apartment. One time one friend was jumping up and down and said he had to use my bathroom or he wasn't going to make it. I told him to be prepared for the worst. He saw what my apartment looked like.He came over after that to help me clean up and throw things out and now things, although not perfect, are a lot better.
Although my Job, via their Law Firm, is still being an A-hole on my workmans compensation case. I'm doing a lot better now. I found out about a disability program in my old benefits progam. I found out about it after a couple years after I left my job. After being denied benefits, appeals, more appeals and representing myself infront of an administrative judge, I won, at least for three years until they reevaluate . I get sixty percent of my old salary. I actually found something in all that time I was down. I found art via clothes. I found that I love the 1920's and 1930's style. The suits, the spectator shoes. I love the looks and how clothes are put together and dressed like the photos in a book called 'dressing the man' from allan flusser. I stared at every page while I walked at the gym. During that rough time I did look like a college professor but people didn't know I had bought the clothes at the good will. Tweed jacket, fair isle sweater, chinos, brown oxford shoes, and a tie to pull it all together. I road a bike with a basket and fenders. As to my clothes, everything echoed everthing else. One guy, whose house that I rode past each day, told me to stop and talk to him one day , so one day I did. He thought I taught english lit. at the local community college, which is about a mile north of where I live. I started a paralegal program last january and since I already had a degree, I only needed the core classes - 7 classes to get a certificate which I get in December. I am going to apply to a master's program in a few days that starts in Januray in mediation and conflict negotiation. It's offered at a local Cal State.
But the bottom line for me is I just held on to a dream and held on each day. I really thought nice guys (nice people) finish last but I believe there is a force in the universe that watches what people do and rewards them in many ways and those that are mean get it in the end. I've seen this before and I will see it again.
I had to take days off from FAIR (before getting booted) just to calm down after dealing with Selek or Pahoran. Taking time out is needed and required in anything you do. You can't saw all the time, you need to take time to sharpen it. I like your thoughts and they are needed and appreciated.
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Well, if someone wants to point out to me where GIMR has made an attack worthy of Merc's venom, then please feel free to do so...
Until then, I don't see why she deserves this. At all.
Whether he has the 'right' to make such attacks is a different story...
Ok - so GIMR might beleive all kinds of things I don't beleive. I might even consider it a little 'nutty' to beleive such things. Maybe, maybe not.
...but so what?!
Frankly I don't like people that claim I am psychologically unstable for the mere fact I don't believe in God. that's what GIMR did, unprovoked. Then all the evangelical nutters came out of the woodwork to tell me that believing in an imaginary friend is more rational than not believing in said imaginary friend. I cried bulls***, they just cried, whimpered and had a pity party.
I understand GIMR has been through a lot. I also understand that anytime she is feeling down in the dumps she comes here and picks a fight, threatens to leave and then gets headstrong and self righteous looking for sympathy.
Nurse! Nurse!
Oh, im sorry GIMR, you don't like it when other people use irrational judgments about ones sanity, huh?
And crawling on the planet's face Some insects called the human race Lost in time And lost in space...and meaning
I'm going out on a limb here to ask you a question. What adult in your childhood did you have a good relationship with?
Jersey Girl
Hey Jersey Girl,
I had good relationships with teachers, mainly music teachers, as that was my talent, my great-aunt (but she passed when I was about ten), as well as my mom's first fiancee.
:-) Perhaps you can let me know why you asked such a question.
Bond and Bourne, I cannot read and I think this is at least the fifth time I've mixed the two of you up. Can you forgive me, I see two power males and my vision goes fuzzy.
The reason I asked the question that I did is because your answer will partially answer the question you ask about abuse victims who become abusers.
The difference between abuse victims who become abusers and those, who like you, hold themselves in high regard is what took place in their early years. Say ages birth to about 5 years or so.
You are able to love yourself because someone in those early years loved you and gave you the seeds of self worth that allowed you to grow into the woman you are today.
That's why I asked. I was looking for that one person with whom you bonded.
Human beings who are unable to make those early bonds, develop attachment and personality disorders that allow them to habitually do harm to others.
The good news, is that you aren't one of them.
Jersey Girl
Failure is not falling down but refusing to get up.
Chinese Proverb
