Madmanpur3

My parents are a lot different from most as far as I can tell. They always trusted my brother and I, would let us stay out as late as we wanted, even on school nights, because they knew we weren't getting into trouble. Our unspoken deal that we had was pretty much we tell them where we were gonna be and give them a call when we were on our way home, and that's it. Even for things like if they were heading out of town they wouldn't mind if we just stayed home by ourselves versus finding us a place to stay, and they'd let me go on road trips with friends throughout high school. So yeah, I had a pretty slack childhood as far as strict parents go, but there is still one thing that bugs me about my mom. I'm 20 years old and still to this day, anytime I'm either on the road or at home (meaning staying at home versus out at college for like a weekend) she'll worry about me. I'll be out at a friend's house and get a call from her at like 3am because she wants to know when I'm coming home or wondering if I'm still alive. #-o So now I just refuse to tell her when I'm coming home or give her a heads up when I plan on coming back from college for a few days.

Didn't realize I'd need to be extremely obvious and put [/sARCASM] at the end of that statement. You fail at using sarcasm I really don't see how I could've made it any more sarcastic without putting tags on it or without making it look like a 2 year old wrote it.

Didn't realize I'd need to be extremely obvious and put [/sARCASM] at the end of that statement.

Yes, but the limit of a sequence is a fixed value, not an infinite process, so saying this is misleading.The limit of a sequence represents a fixed value, and in this case that fixed value is equal to 1 - but the limit itself is not equal to 1.

0.999... != 1, however, the LIMIT of 0.999... = 1. Anything involving infinity is a limit, not an actual number.

you're black? I thought you were asian. Asians have a different skin tone than white people. No way? really? So the point of asking if she was black when nothing in her post suggested that was what? Because the only logical reason that the woman couldn't have claimed it as her own baby because she was white, was if the baby was black of course. How about we just settle on Wongtong being blasian. :

You can never, ever just 'look' at a site and tell. Some of the most 'legit' looking sites have robbed americians for millions of dollars. Of course, it goes without saying theres oodles of sites that are legit, just do some research before you enter credit card numbers. Assuming you have to enter credit cards. If you enter them when they dont ask, your loony in the head.Sure you can just 'look' at a site and tell. They never ask for a credit card number, social security number, or any other number that could allow them to scam you...and I know all that by, like I said, checking it out.

Someone listed acop.com...it seems legit from checking it out.

When I was about 4 or 5 my brother and I went to this babysitter and there were about a dozen other kids that went there, one of which lived just two houses down so if she ever forgot something at home she could just go get it. Well I got tired of her being able to go home when I couldn't, so one day I just started walking home (which was about a mile and a half away). I made it a little over a quarter mile before I saw my babbysitter's husband driving down the rode, so I quick jumped in the ditch thinking he wouldn't see me...landed me in timeout the rest of the day. :( Then a couple weeks later my dad dropped me off at the same babysitter's, but this time it was a school day so just me and not my brother, and my mom had forgotten to tell him that she was on vacation. He dropped me off and was already driving away before I realized the door was locked, and having been told that I am to never leave her place on my own again I stayed there, locked outside, for 8 hours. :wall: Lastly, when I was about 9 I was tagging along with my brother and a neighbor while they fed another neighbor's horses since they were away. Everything was going fine and then as we finish up and head out, I walked behind one of the horses and got a nice kick in the back. It knocked the wind out of me for a little while, then as I regained my breath I sprinted home bawling and ran inside yelling to my mom that I broke my back - she just laughed and told me to sit down while she got some ice (apparently nurses know that if you break your back you can't run). After a little while you could see the hoof print about an inch away from my spine, so my lower back muscle took the full force of the kick meaning it was only a bruise thankfully. Oh, one more...2 black eyes in the same day for the same reason. It was probably when I was 4 and us kids were out playing golf in the front yard, I walk behind my brother as he's swinging and get smacked in the eye. It hurt so the usual happened, run inside crying to mommy, she makes it feel better, then back outside to play again. Smack! Walked behind my sister this time...raccoon transformation complete.

Find a place that roasts lil piglets whole...might seem strange to eat but I heard they're amazing.

Thanks...I know I have the ability to write, it's just I often times am too lazy. But for this it brought back some good memories so I just put it on cruise control. ;)

I have two mistakes that are somewhat related, one I wish I could get the opportunity back and the other didn't have any reprecussions due to dumb luck thankfully. In high school I got this job working in a hospital kitchen, and on my first day there I was a little surprised to see that I was in the minority there (growing up in a small town in the Midwest you don't get many opportunities to meet ethnically diverse people). At first I was a little shy, but as time went on I became friends with all of them and had more and more fun at work, and especially looked forward to the days when I'd work with this Bosnian girl who was about my age. Now, it's not so much that I had those kind of feelings for her (still not sure if I did/do or not), it's just that she was quite simply fun to be around and differed from most of the girls I knew in that she wasn't constantly gossiping or being dramatic. Anyway, a couple months after I started working there she had asked me to her prom and I hesitated a bit at first then ultimately declined because I was still a bit shy then, and because I absolutely hate dancing. That's the first mistake, not going with her to prom. I later tried to make up for that mistake a bit by asking her to my prom, but she was taking a trip to Bosnia so that didn't work out. My second mistake was not getting her number before we both quit. I was planning on quitting in early June after my senior year, and figured I'd see her quite a few more times before then, but she ended up taking a job that had her working night shifts so she only worked at the hospital during the day (I only worked the evening shifts) so I didn't see her the last couple months before I was done. In the two years that I worked with her I never got her number because I didn't do anything outside of work with my coworkers and I'm not really one for talking on the phone, and it never really occured to me that I'd need it if I wanted to keep in touch since I got so use to seeing her practically every other day for 2 years. After a little while I ultmitately settled on the realization that I'd probably never see her again as she wasn't in the phone book, I had no clue where she worked, and lived in a city of 150,000+ (she could've even moved away for all I knew). Then about a year later, during the summer of '08 she got brought up again by my friends because they'd always give me crap about her being imaginary (I originally signed up to go to prom with her without knowing whether or not she could go because of the signup deadline, then found out she was going to Bosnia so I just didn't go to prom and my friends all thought/think it was just me trying to get out of going to prom), and I began to wish I could see her again. A week or so later my cousin got married, and as the reception was winding down my brother and I wanted to go do something fun together since we see each other only a few times a year and ended up deciding to go night golfing (which is extremely fun btw), the only problem was we had no glow in the dark balls. Where does one go at 1 am when they need some glow in the dark golf balls? Wal-Mart! So we head to Wal-Mart only to discover that they don't carry what we were looking for, and on our way out we hear a shriek of surprise and excitement and turn around to see Ljuba, the girl I worked with, stocking shelves. We talked for a while and exchanged numbers before parting, so yeah, mistake rectified thanks to the need to find glow in the dark golf balls.

Annie Lennox - Into the West Chloe Agnew - Someday (not really a sad song, more a song of hope...but the fact that the someday isn't today is sad) Celtic Woman - One World Celtic Woman - The Last Rose of Summer (one of the saddest songs lyrics wise imo) FM Static - Tonight (Not really a sad song, but it has some sentiment to me) MGMT - Time to Pretend Hayley Westenra - Sonny Of those I listed, Sonny is probably the saddest one to listen to and The Last Rose of Summer is probably the saddest lyrics wise (but they're all great songs nonetheless).

Huge stack of crumpled up toilet paper. Not questionable if you know that my nose has been running like an olympian lately, and that I don't have any kleenexes, so I took a roll of tp from the bathroom and used those. But for my roommate, a stack of crumpled up toilet paper on the desk of a college student is probably something he questioned when he saw it. Oh, and a work-in-progress collection of Disney movies on my laptop...illegally downloading Disney movies just seems awkward for some reason. XD

I think you could have more fun being a [pretend] crazy cat lady. Trick the neighborhood kids into thinking they just drank cat piss (and liked it) after you give them some of your wonderful lemonade with a "special ingredient" all while holding your cat and stroking it ever so gently with a slightly awkward smile on your face. You know, stuff like that. :thumbup: If you become a rebel nun, you'll probably go crazy in the process and do the above mentioned for real.

The whole suicide debate is tricky, and pretty much impossible for either side to win. My views on life are that we should all work towards bettering the world and helping others, while focusing less on ourselves. Someone else's views on life might be that it's just some accident and none of it matters in the end, so live life like there's no tomorrow and try and have as much fun and do as many things as possible. Yet another's view on life might be similar in that it's all an accident and none of it matters in the end, but they figure why bother living a pointless life, and it doesn't matter if those who were close to them grieve over their death because it all won't have any meaning or significance in the end. My views give my justifications as to why I'm against suicide, and the last hypothetical views give justifications as to why there's nothing wrong with suicide. However, I still don't know of any justifications for committing suicide as a result of negative emotions.

I lol'd when I realized that was a toy car. Was either that or a bunch of race car pictures. ;)

Dream cars I'll never own... [hide=Panoz Esperante GTLM][/hide][hide=McLaren SLR][/hide][hide=Panoz Esperante GTR][/hide][hide=Cadillac Sixteen][/hide]Dream bike I'll never own... [hide=Dodge Tomahawk] [/hide]As for what kind of car I wish to own someday (realistically), I have no idea. I'll wait to make that decision once I have the money.

Yeah, I'll give you that. But you don't fully get it, my secret is killing me... mental pain and self-hatred I can't control makes my life hell. Sure, other people in my economic situation would have a great life.I guarantee there are people who would gladly accept all of your circumstances, because some people don't care so much about what others think of them to the point where it drives them insane. It's not like people are gonna kill you if they find out your secret, and if you're afraid of that then you obviously don't want to commit suicide.

It could all stem from the big question "what's the meaning/purpose of life?" and in the end I think it's safe to say that most will agree that killing yourself isn't included in that.

Then equalize the legal benefits.I don't even see why marriages recognized by the church have any legal benefits to be honest, since that doesn't coincide with the purpose of marriage in the eyes of the church. So yeah, move all legal benefits to civil unions only, then we can let the churches marry whoever they want.

The problem with the whole "let the church and state be separate" when it comes to who they allow to get married is that (ironically) marriages recognized by the church have more benefit opportunities than civil unions.

I think you guys are giving too much credit to psychological disorders and mental illnesses. Besides, I'd be willing to wager that a good chunk of people who are diagnosed with a psychological disorder/mental illness, got it as a result of their social, emotional, and/or psychological upbringing, not because they were born with it or it's hereditary. My mom's been trying to get my dad to go check to see if he's bi-polar (which he probably is) and then get help for it, and she's always commenting on how it runs in the family (my granpda had it, as do an aunt and an uncle) and that she just hopes neither of us (my brother and I) get it later on in our lives. Now what if it's not something that's in my genes and can just decide to wake up one day, and my dad isn't [possibly] bi-polar because "it runs in the family", but what if it's because of the fact that he watched his older brothers take whippings/beatings on a regular basis, he himself was shot at by his father when he was 12 (with a rifle), and as a result was forced to go live/work on his brother-in-law's farm (leaving his parents)...when he was 12. Now I'm no expert, but I don't think I need to be one to tell you that it's obvious person A (my dad) is going to turn out a lot different from a psychological/emotional standpoint versus person B (raised "normally").

Not trying to offend you, but I'd suggest just staying away from topics you don't quite understand yet.

[hide=long quote] [/hide]I'd say that stress is half of the equation, the other half being actual emotional problems - and these emotional problems probably affect us more than most because America as a whole has a selfish attitude, so people get more caught up in the here and now versus thinking about what lies ahead. What leads me to think that is the fact that America as a whole has far less severe problems than most countries, yet compared to people from those countries we act like our problems are bigger (this applies to people of all ages).