Stream of HOSciousness Transfer Station (NSFW)

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    can you still return games at eb within 7 days?

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    Gesellschaft wrote:
    can you still return games at eb within 7 days?
    Yep. The EB 7-day hire is still a thing!

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    Never been properly arrested, I'm a perfect little angle.

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    Not properly arrested. But just a little bit arrested?

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    Rii wrote:
    Not properly arrested. But just a little bit arrested?
    Well the cops did bring me home in the middle of the night.

    But the only time i went to court was because of another reason.

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    So you lied under oath?

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    Once, police stopped me on a motorway ramp and extended breath analyzer asking for my name and address.

    I just blew air into it, coz that's what I'm used to. He had to repeat instructions two more times before I clicked.

    I could tell he was fairly annoyed, but luckily I didn't have a sip prior, got away with a "what a retard" glare.

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    I don't think that magically absolves you when giving false testimony in a court of law.

    But then again, I'm no botanist.

    EDIT: Answering your original post of "I said I didn't believe in God".

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    Become woke, go broke.

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    My mother did a lot to me, i wrote it all down but no one wants to read it.

    My life started with my mother giving me Valium when i was a baby to keep me quiet,
    I was soon put in a foster home because my mother wasn't taking care of me where i got sexually abused by older kids.

    My mother had a big court battle to get me back,I was only a couple of years old and left in my mothers apartment alone without food.

    One day i tried a cigarette and i was only 4 or 5 and coughed my guts out,
    I found all the cigarettes in the apartment and put them in the toilet bowl and flushed them,
    To me at that age cigarettes tasted like shit and shit goes in the toilet.

    My mother then used to lock me in the washing room because of that and being trapped in there all day i was yelling and screaming for help, Soon the police had to come, Break in and help me.

    I met older boys at the school who sexually abused me too,
    His name i remember was "clay" and was doing things to me including having sex etc.

    My mothers boyfriend did things to me too,
    On my birthday i remember him buying me a girls swim suit and he got me to wear it while he did his thing,

    One day after school i came home and nobody was home and everything was locked, i waited and finally when it got dark and i slept in the dog house until i was found by someone the next day.

    Still not getting fed a lot, i resorted to stealing money and walking to the gas station a lot to buy my own food,
    There was an honesty box next to the gas station where some person sold flowers,
    I was so starving i had to take money from it.

    one night my mother took me near to a beach to buy drugs, i was getting a drink from the vending machine and my mother got in her car and took off,
    I was left next to the beach late at night all alone, i knocked on someones door and they called the police.

    Finally at the age of 6 or 7 my dad took custody of me,

    I went to a school in a richer suburb and found the other kids making fun of me because when i was living with my mother i only went to school once a week or something like that,
    I was literally the dumbest kid in school.

    What was worse is that i had hardly any toys because my mother didn't really buy me them and my dad was broke on a benefit,
    The other kids at school had millions of toys each.

    Soon i met a kid called oliver who when i first visited his house he had a wank in front of me wearing a condom,
    This started a few years of abuse as he tried to take his sexual desires out on me,

    I finally stopped being his friend and got into a fight with him when he hit me in the nose and made a dent in it which is still there today.
    That same year i met a girl that i fell in love with,

    It was the start of my class and the end of hers and we were waiting outside, i looked in the window to see why we were waiting when i saw the most beautiful girl i ever saw in my life,
    I was steering at her because she was gorgeous and as she came out of her class room she noticed me and gave me a very nice smile, i don't know what hit me but i fell back stunned.

    Weeks later her mother committed a murder suicide and killed herself and the kids including the girl i loved.

    For some reason my brain didn't acknowledge it and i searched for her and thought i found her in another girl and i wondered why things were different.

    decades later i finally figured out what happened and I still feel bad about it today.

    That same year in intermediate my mother was sexually abusing me in her car late at night,
    I didn't like it but kept going down because there was loose change on the seat i sat in and i stole the money,
    my mother ended up on top of me and that was the last time i went down to her car.

    At high school the school work became impossible because of my lack of schooling,
    And all my friends at previous schools picked on me, i smashed windows,doors and fought with other kids until getting expelled,

    At 15 I took 12 paracetamol to try to kill myself.

    I soon found alcohol and got into 10 years of heavy drinking (self destruction) until i gave up for 7 years,
    I then ended up taking 20 paracetamol having finily giving up on life, Then went back to alcohol for six months or a year and now I'm currently sober.

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    Lethargic wrote:
    Become woke, go broke.
    Woke'n'broke.

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    At the end of a drunken friday night I pissed on a church. Ended up with a court order that left me with a conviction and 500 dollar fine.

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    Lethargic wrote:
    Zarkov has mates?
    Until he outran them one time. They're all in jail now.

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    Imma Kant wrote:
    At the end of a drunken friday night I pissed on a church. Ended up with a court order that left me with a conviction and 500 dollar fine.
    Should have been a rising rugby star. You could have gone in and raped the priest and still got off.

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    Anyone play much poker? Online or otherwise.

    I've started playing online just with play money.

    I'm crushing it, but I don't know if I'm good or everyone else is bad.

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    gneiss wrote:
    Should have been a rising rugby star. You could have gone in and raped the priest and still got off.
    Turnabout is, after all, fair play.

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    WeenieBeenie wrote:
    Anyone play much poker? Online or otherwise.

    I've started playing online just with play money.

    I'm crushing it, but I don't know if I'm good or everyone else is bad.
    It's a bit like a casino; that's how they getcha. I've got a few friends who've gotten into it; a couple semi-professionally. Once you chuck in real money the quality of game will change real quickly.

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    happy i found this song today

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    Magic Robertson wrote:
    My mother did a lot to me, i wrote it all down but no one wants to read it.
    Damn dude, I'm sorry you had to go through that shit, that's a lot to carry.

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    GaR wrote:
    Until he outran them one time. They're all in jail now.
    Lol

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    Well if anyone is reading this and actually cares about me it would turn out over the last 5 years of my life a lot of bad shit has happened to me. Maybe there was like 1 year that was all good but damn it's like I have only processed all the trauma now.

    -e-
    I also feel like it's hard to relate to people, or I have felt like that for ages, which probably just continually reinforced the narrative that I was ****ed in the head. Not like actual ****ed, just how I perceived others around me that really did care about me but could never show it in a way that I'd understand.
    Last edited by Lethargic; 12th August 2019 at 11:32 pm. Reason: spelling/grammar

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    MR my man, I knew some bits of that from when you’ve posted it before but goddamn. I’m glad you’re in a better place, and I’m glad it sounds like you’ve got a psychologist and a support network to help you.

    Lethargic, I know we clash but I’m sorry to hear that. I hope you’re doing better too.

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    Nah man, it's all good. I might've flipped onto the other side of the coin now (like politically or whatever (I haven't had the chance to read your posts in the America thread(s) but I'm sure you've contributed to them well and look forward to reading them)).

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    Big quake in Milford Sound just now

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    Nah, don't bother. TL;DR is I'm a massive blowhard and I pick fights online that usually go nowhere.

    Finding it hard to relate to people irl I suspect is pretty common for all of us who've grown up online, especially the forum generation. Some of my best friends are people I thought were total and outright ****s when I met them because my social-fu is exceptionally bad up until the third or fourth time I hang out with someone. ****, I got told by a bunch of people I've hung out with for years that they finally "got" me when I was drunk because I finally wasn't putting a face on, so, :/. I don't even have any trauma to deal with (other than an autoimmune disease, which is currently in remission), I'm just a bit of a dick lol.

    Anyway, hope you're feeling/are on the track to feeling better. I'm still keen to organise a GPOD Chch meet again at some point (maybe after the ski season tho :E).