docellis wrote:I dunno...I thought my reaction exacted an appropriate response and I broke up with him very shortly afterwards. I hurt him way worse than he hurt me.
Part of me thinks it is awesome that guys are surprised that other guys act like this....but I am sure this same guy (who I haven't seen since I was 18) would say the same thing, you know?
docellis wrote:I dunno...I thought my reaction exacted an appropriate response and I broke up with him very shortly afterwards. I hurt him way worse than he hurt me.
Part of me thinks it is awesome that guys are surprised that other guys act like this....but I am sure this same guy (who I haven't seen since I was 18) would say the same thing, you know?
I don't understand how a guy can do that.
I read her sig and I sort of get it...
Go for it.
No thanks. I like to think my boys have a future ahead of them that I don't want to miss out on.
A guy that I used to work with pissed his sister off so bad that she kicked him in the twins. Long story short,he had to have surgery to remove one because it was damaged so bad.
I work with autistic children, and the other day, we were at Skyzone (a big building full of trampolines), and I was jumping with the kid I was assigned to. He was having so much fun jumping, and kept getting higher and higher. When he was mid-air, another kid ran under him (that's how high up he was), and my kid landed, with legs spread apart, on the other kids head. He completely smashed his twig and berries against this other kids head, coming down from like 8 feet up. So what does he do? He gets up immediately and starts jumping. Talk about a high tolerance for pain. Sweet Jesus I was in pain thinking about the pain he should have felt.
Ok, so today it rained a lot. My dog is obsessed with playing fetch, so while I was watching TV, he ran outside through the 'ole doggy door and found his favorite tennis ball which was heavy and water logged due to rain. I'm just relaxing laying on the recliner and he comes up next to me trying to get me to pick up the ball and throw it. I wasn't interested because I'm trying to watch some tv. I was lying with my ankles crossed, and my boys had settled in a position so they were kind of situated on top of my things. The dudes know what I mean. Anyway, it's an extremely vulnerable position because if they get hit, they can't swing to diffuse the force. All the force is absorbed by the millions of nerves.
Like I said, doggy is obsessed with fetch and won't take no for an answer, so he stood up on his hind legs with his front legs on my thighs and drops this heavy, wet tennis ball right on the bull's eye and I almost threw up.
thrill wrote:Ok, so today it rained a lot. My dog is obsessed with playing fetch, so while I was watching TV, he ran outside through the 'ole doggy door and found his favorite tennis ball which was heavy and water logged due to rain. I'm just relaxing laying on the recliner and he comes up next to me trying to get me to pick up the ball and throw it. I wasn't interested because I'm trying to watch some tv. I was lying with my ankles crossed, and my boys had settled in a position so they were kind of situated on top of my things. The dudes know what I mean. Anyway, it's an extremely vulnerable position because if they get hit, they can't swing to diffuse the force. All the force is absorbed by the millions of nerves.
Like I said, doggy is obsessed with fetch and won't take no for an answer, so he stood up on his hind legs with his front legs on my thighs and drops this heavy, wet tennis ball right on the bull's eye and I almost threw up.
i remember one time in eighth grade...was in gym class...we were playing soccer indoors...so were playin'....and it was one of those things where...i kinda jumped and turned around because the ball and the action was behind me and i was in position, and immediately as i turned 180 degrees, theres teh ball coming right at my boys at an incredible rate of speed...i get hit...and instantly keel over...i sat out the rest of the game...and i remember going to science class next...and just walking slow, and feeling so sick...
When I was about 12 I pissed my sister off so bad she hauled off and kicked me. I could see pain. It was a cascade of colors that crashed together in an orgy of agony. I limped home and didn't move much the rest of the day.
I thought she popped one of my dragon balls.
