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DarkKnight1 said: purplerein said: getting busted for having an affair.
Ridiculous. Pretty sure it was worse for the other party. Why the fuck is that ridiculous??? The question being asked here is "what experience changed your life the most?"....If for PR that was the one that did then so be it FFS grow up and try not to me so judgemental. | |
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1. Accepting Christ. There's so much that goes into that, metaphysically, emotionally, mentally, physically... It's a continual process, a faith journey that forces me to confront so many things (externally and internally)...
2. Tied to #1, picking up everything and moving clear across the country without contacts and no job... God has proven Himself faithful, many times over. I'm thankful. . [Edited 11/12/06 15:37pm] | |
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mdiver said: DarkKnight1 said: Ridiculous. Pretty sure it was worse for the other party. Why the fuck is that ridiculous??? The question being asked here is "what experience changed your life the most?"....If for PR that was the one that did then so be it FFS grow up and try not to me so judgemental. Wow. Way to come strong mdiver. Telling someone to grow up is pretty weak though. I do like the use of judgemental. It IS quite judgemental of me but I can handle being like that with regards to that particular situation and act. If I jumped in front of a moving train and got hit by it I guess that would be a life changing experience too. (Insert something clever here) | |
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DarkKnight1 said: mdiver said: Why the fuck is that ridiculous??? The question being asked here is "what experience changed your life the most?"....If for PR that was the one that did then so be it FFS grow up and try not to me so judgemental. Wow. Way to come strong mdiver. Telling someone to grow up is pretty weak though. I do like the use of judgemental. It IS quite judgemental of me but I can handle being like that with regards to that particular situation and act. If I jumped in front of a moving train and got hit by it I guess that would be a life changing experience too. knight, the thread was "changed your life the most". I know how much my wife was hurt, and my family. I deal with it every day. everytime my cell phone rings and my wife wants to know who it is...every innocent hang up call on the house phone..and bringing her back to a period of time when she was hurt so terribly. I know what i've done to hurt her, and my family. I can never take that back. | |
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DarkKnight1 said: mdiver said: Why the fuck is that ridiculous??? The question being asked here is "what experience changed your life the most?"....If for PR that was the one that did then so be it FFS grow up and try not to me so judgemental. Wow. Way to come strong mdiver. Telling someone to grow up is pretty weak though. I do like the use of judgemental. It IS quite judgemental of me but I can handle being like that with regards to that particular situation and act. If I jumped in front of a moving train and got hit by it I guess that would be a life changing experience too. Hey mate i HAVE been cheated on i know what that feel like but to doubt that it changed him is fuckin' weak and a cheap shot...if you like being judgemental then carry on ..you will fit in well with many here. And BTW that WAS NOT coming on strong, trust me. | |
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purplerein said: DarkKnight1 said: Wow. Way to come strong mdiver. Telling someone to grow up is pretty weak though. I do like the use of judgemental. It IS quite judgemental of me but I can handle being like that with regards to that particular situation and act. If I jumped in front of a moving train and got hit by it I guess that would be a life changing experience too. knight, the thread was "changed your life the most". I know how much my wife was hurt, and my family. I deal with it every day. everytime my cell phone rings and my wife wants to know who it is...every innocent hang up call on the house phone..and bringing her back to a period of time when she was hurt so terribly. I know what i've done to hurt her, and my family. I can never take that back. Well said. I probably shouldnt have responded like that. If I offended you, then I apologize. My intentions wasnt to be some moral crusader. We all fuck up, and I appreciate your candor and humility. (Insert something clever here) | |
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mdiver said: DarkKnight1 said: Wow. Way to come strong mdiver. Telling someone to grow up is pretty weak though. I do like the use of judgemental. It IS quite judgemental of me but I can handle being like that with regards to that particular situation and act. If I jumped in front of a moving train and got hit by it I guess that would be a life changing experience too. Hey mate i HAVE been cheated on i know what that feel like but to doubt that it changed him is fuckin' weak and a cheap shot...if you like being judgemental then carry on ..you will fit in well with many here. And BTW that WAS NOT coming on strong, trust me. "You will fit in with many here". Good, because I kinda like the people on here. If the coming on strong comment was a threat, then show your true colors. (Insert something clever here) | |
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It probably seems like nothing in the scheme of things, but it was this...
At High School, in Drama class, we had to face-paint each other to look like clowns. The girl I was paired-up with, thought it'd be funny to daub the greasepaint on my face as if it were "lady-like" make-up. We were given ten minutes before the end of the lesson to remove the greasepaint but I couldn't fully-remove the quasi-eyeliner from around my eyes. I had to walk home through the village wearing what looked like neon-blue eye make-up... I made a concerted effort to wander through the back-streets, but at one point I had to cross a main road. As I walked on the pavement, a car slowed down alongside me. The car was driven by a middle-aged woman with (presumably) her children on the back seat. The back windows of the car rolled down and the kids started screaming "PUFF!" at me and things like, "Ooh, I like your make-up, dear". I carried on walking home with tears in my eyes but not enough to wash away the remnants of the blue greasepaint. When I got home, my mother started to question me about the blue "eyeliner". I protested that it was simply greasepaint from Drama class - but she was infuriated all the same. I think I was about 13. To this day, I can't believe that that woman slowed down to allow her children to abuse me. From that day on, I realised that adults are just as stupid, mean and petty as children. There are other instances of life-changing incidents (sexual abuse, verbal abuse, being queer-bashed etc.) but that one event changed my perception of the world more than any other. I think it's mainly because it was in broad daylight; involved a middle-aged mother and occurred within my comfort zone of the local neighbourhood. | |
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MarieLouise said: - World war II (it did not ruin me, but affected my direct family)  same here. i believe that a lot of the problems in my family were a result of my parents' experiences in WWII.
no wonder i'm a peacenik...  | |
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When I was 12, I was cornered by about 8 or 9 teenage boys. They were about 13 to 16 years of age in my school, all very popular. I was the nerd in school. Always picked on and made fun of because of my race. The blacks and the whites took their various opportunities to poke fun at me. It was horrifying.
Anyways, one of them pushed me in the locker room. Normally, I would have just let them pick on me until they were bored. Or I would start crying after a while (not because I felt like crying, but because it was an affective way to let them know they got what they wanted, and then they would stop). But this time, I couldn't take it anymore. I realized that it would never stop. They would just keep picking on me. And when the news got home to my mother and father (as it always seemed to), I would get punished at home for being weak and deliberately not trying to fit in. So, despite my greatest fear, I pushed him back. I pushed him hard as I could just to show that I wasn't afraid, though I was sweating bullets from fear. With my trembling hands I shoved him with all my might. He barely budged. And then it started. I was shoved to the ground, and repeatedly kicked. I had 2 of my teeth knocked at and my shoulder dislocated. I had bruises over 20 percent of my body, and a cut on my arm that required over 100 stitches. I spent a week in the hospital, and when I finally got out, it was like I had the plague. My parents were ashamed of me, especially my father, who treated me as some kind of scarlett letter to be worn on his sleeve. My mother couldn't even look at her weakling son in the eyes for almost a year. A whole fucking year! I was tormented at school for the next 3 years, until we finally moved. And the worst part was that the teasing only got worse after I stood up for myself. I even lost my only friend in school who finally could not bare the teasing of having to support me. 
ok, none of that is true, but I was feeling frisky this morning.  | |
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Fauxie said: For better or for worse (wait, see how sweet that doubt is), quitting university and deciding to visit Thailand with a friend. That set in motion a chain of events that now sees me living here with a woman I love completely and utterly, but also I'm somewhat stifled creatively, career-wise, and haven't gained an education. Still, I wouldn't change anything. I can always try to put those things right, but finding love is not something so easily just attained with merely the desire and the effort.
OMG dude, is there ANYTHING that you stick to? | |
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brownsugar said: getting out of a unhealthy 10 year relationship. for the better i've learned to be stronger and not take any shit off of anybody. i've learned to love myself. my boys are better for it as they don't have to be around all that negativity. the bad side is that it's (especially men) harder for me to trust. I don't forget the little negative things that people do. I have a tendency to do away with people if I feel like they're toxic or seem to block a path to my happiness. I have a low tolerence for redemption after the first fuckup.
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AsianBomb777 said: When I was 12, I was cornered by about 8 or 9 teenage boys. They were about 13 to 16 years of age in my school, all very popular. I was the nerd in school. Always picked on and made fun of because of my race. The blacks and the whites took their various opportunities to poke fun at me. It was horrifying.
Anyways, one of them pushed me in the locker room. Normally, I would have just let them pick on me until they were bored. Or I would start crying after a while (not because I felt like crying, but because it was an affective way to let them know they got what they wanted, and then they would stop). But this time, I couldn't take it anymore. I realized that it would never stop. They would just keep picking on me. And when the news got home to my mother and father (as it always seemed to), I would get punished at home for being weak and deliberately not trying to fit in. So, despite my greatest fear, I pushed him back. I pushed him hard as I could just to show that I wasn't afraid, though I was sweating bullets from fear. With my trembling hands I shoved him with all my might. He barely budged. And then it started. I was shoved to the ground, and repeatedly kicked. I had 2 of my teeth knocked at and my shoulder dislocated. I had bruises over 20 percent of my body, and a cut on my arm that required over 100 stitches. I spent a week in the hospital, and when I finally got out, it was like I had the plague. My parents were ashamed of me, especially my father, who treated me as some kind of scarlett letter to be worn on his sleeve. My mother couldn't even look at her weakling son in the eyes for almost a year. A whole fucking year! I was tormented at school for the next 3 years, until we finally moved. And the worst part was that the teasing only got worse after I stood up for myself. I even lost my only friend in school who finally could not bare the teasing of having to support me.
ok, none of that is true, but I was feeling frisky this morning. You dick! | |
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AsianBomb777 said: When I was 12, I was cornered by about 8 or 9 teenage boys. They were about 13 to 16 years of age in my school, all very popular. I was the nerd in school. Always picked on and made fun of because of my race. The blacks and the whites took their various opportunities to poke fun at me. It was horrifying.
Anyways, one of them pushed me in the locker room. Normally, I would have just let them pick on me until they were bored. Or I would start crying after a while (not because I felt like crying, but because it was an affective way to let them know they got what they wanted, and then they would stop). But this time, I couldn't take it anymore. I realized that it would never stop. They would just keep picking on me. And when the news got home to my mother and father (as it always seemed to), I would get punished at home for being weak and deliberately not trying to fit in. So, despite my greatest fear, I pushed him back. I pushed him hard as I could just to show that I wasn't afraid, though I was sweating bullets from fear. With my trembling hands I shoved him with all my might. He barely budged. And then it started. I was shoved to the ground, and repeatedly kicked. I had 2 of my teeth knocked at and my shoulder dislocated. I had bruises over 20 percent of my body, and a cut on my arm that required over 100 stitches. I spent a week in the hospital, and when I finally got out, it was like I had the plague. My parents were ashamed of me, especially my father, who treated me as some kind of scarlett letter to be worn on his sleeve. My mother couldn't even look at her weakling son in the eyes for almost a year. A whole fucking year! I was tormented at school for the next 3 years, until we finally moved. And the worst part was that the teasing only got worse after I stood up for myself. I even lost my only friend in school who finally could not bare the teasing of having to support me.
ok, none of that is true, but I was feeling frisky this morning. My foot still hasnt healed up from this. Outcast. (Insert something clever here) | |
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AsianBomb777 said: When I was 12, I was cornered by about 8 or 9 teenage boys. They were about 13 to 16 years of age in my school, all very popular. I was the nerd in school. Always picked on and made fun of because of my race. The blacks and the whites took their various opportunities to poke fun at me. It was horrifying.
Anyways, one of them pushed me in the locker room. Normally, I would have just let them pick on me until they were bored. Or I would start crying after a while (not because I felt like crying, but because it was an affective way to let them know they got what they wanted, and then they would stop). But this time, I couldn't take it anymore. I realized that it would never stop. They would just keep picking on me. And when the news got home to my mother and father (as it always seemed to), I would get punished at home for being weak and deliberately not trying to fit in. So, despite my greatest fear, I pushed him back. I pushed him hard as I could just to show that I wasn't afraid, though I was sweating bullets from fear. With my trembling hands I shoved him with all my might. He barely budged. And then it started. I was shoved to the ground, and repeatedly kicked. I had 2 of my teeth knocked at and my shoulder dislocated. I had bruises over 20 percent of my body, and a cut on my arm that required over 100 stitches. I spent a week in the hospital, and when I finally got out, it was like I had the plague. My parents were ashamed of me, especially my father, who treated me as some kind of scarlett letter to be worn on his sleeve. My mother couldn't even look at her weakling son in the eyes for almost a year. A whole fucking year! I was tormented at school for the next 3 years, until we finally moved. And the worst part was that the teasing only got worse after I stood up for myself. I even lost my only friend in school who finally could not bare the teasing of having to support me.
ok, none of that is true, but I was feeling frisky this morning. you ass!  | |
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AsianBomb777 said: When I was 12, I was cornered by about 8 or 9 teenage boys. They were about 13 to 16 years of age in my school, all very popular. I was the nerd in school. Always picked on and made fun of because of my race. The blacks and the whites took their various opportunities to poke fun at me. It was horrifying.
Anyways, one of them pushed me in the locker room. Normally, I would have just let them pick on me until they were bored. Or I would start crying after a while (not because I felt like crying, but because it was an affective way to let them know they got what they wanted, and then they would stop). But this time, I couldn't take it anymore. I realized that it would never stop. They would just keep picking on me. And when the news got home to my mother and father (as it always seemed to), I would get punished at home for being weak and deliberately not trying to fit in. So, despite my greatest fear, I pushed him back. I pushed him hard as I could just to show that I wasn't afraid, though I was sweating bullets from fear. With my trembling hands I shoved him with all my might. He barely budged. And then it started. I was shoved to the ground, and repeatedly kicked. I had 2 of my teeth knocked at and my shoulder dislocated. I had bruises over 20 percent of my body, and a cut on my arm that required over 100 stitches. I spent a week in the hospital, and when I finally got out, it was like I had the plague. My parents were ashamed of me, especially my father, who treated me as some kind of scarlett letter to be worn on his sleeve. My mother couldn't even look at her weakling son in the eyes for almost a year. A whole fucking year! I was tormented at school for the next 3 years, until we finally moved. And the worst part was that the teasing only got worse after I stood up for myself. I even lost my only friend in school who finally could not bare the teasing of having to support me.
ok, none of that is true, but I was feeling frisky this morning. 
I was reading this saying to myself "Yeah, RIGHT!  " | |
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DarkKnight1 said: mdiver said: Hey mate i HAVE been cheated on i know what that feel like but to doubt that it changed him is fuckin' weak and a cheap shot...if you like being judgemental then carry on ..you will fit in well with many here. And BTW that WAS NOT coming on strong, trust me. "You will fit in with many here". Good, because I kinda like the people on here. If the coming on strong comment was a threat, then show your true colors. WTF! Yeah friend if want my home address and you wanna show up feel free.....idiot! | |
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mdiver said: DarkKnight1 said: "You will fit in with many here". Good, because I kinda like the people on here. If the coming on strong comment was a threat, then show your true colors. WTF! Yeah friend if want my home address and you wanna show up feel free.....idiot! Are you hitting on me? I dont think we have reached the point in this relationship to exchange addresses. Im flattered though..really...gosh  (Insert something clever here) | |
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DarkKnight1 said: mdiver said: WTF! Yeah friend if want my home address and you wanna show up feel free.....idiot! Are you hitting on me? I dont think we have reached the point in this relationship to exchange addresses. Im flattered though..really...gosh It was the internet equivalent of punching your arm coz i fancy you.  | |
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mdiver said: DarkKnight1 said: Are you hitting on me? I dont think we have reached the point in this relationship to exchange addresses. Im flattered though..really...gosh It was the internet equivalent of punching your arm coz i fancy you.  (Insert something clever here) | |
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actionthisday said: and how did it change you...
Having my children with Alf 
It forced me to heal myself in accelerated speed to be able to be a good mother. In the process it made me a better partner (I hope  ) and a better person in general. Most important to me, it made me a better self  [Edited 11/14/06 0:28am] | |
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Whateva said: actionthisday said: and how did it change you...
Having my children with Alf
It forced me to heal myself in exallerated speed to be able to be a good mother. In the proces it made me a better partner (I hope ) and a better person in general. Most important to me, it made me a better self I bet its tough travelling back and forth from Melmac. (Insert something clever here) | |
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the thing that changed my life was the day i told my husband i planned to go the the musicology concert and he said that he didnt think that was a good idea. i knew that day that i no longer wanted someone telling me what i can and cannot do. | |
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mdiver said: DarkKnight1 said: Ridiculous. Pretty sure it was worse for the other party. Why the fuck is that ridiculous??? The question being asked here is "what experience changed your life the most?"....If for PR that was the one that did then so be it FFS grow up and try not to me so judgemental. 
Change can be a good thing, how ever hard the experience. I think it is very honest of you to tell us, that was what changed you the most | |
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DarkKnight1 said: Whateva said: Having my children with Alf
It forced me to heal myself in exallerated speed to be able to be a good mother. In the proces it made me a better partner (I hope ) and a better person in general. Most important to me, it made me a better self I bet its tough travelling back and forth from Melmac. Yep and with him always eating the neighbours cats and all | |
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Whateva said: actionthisday said: and how did it change you...
Having my children with Alf
It forced me to heal myself in exallerated speed to be able to be a good mother. In the proces it made me a better partner (I hope ) and a better person in general. Most important to me, it made me a better self  i'm so proud of you!  | |
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DarkKnight1 said: AsianBomb777 said: When I was 12, I was cornered by about 8 or 9 teenage boys. They were about 13 to 16 years of age in my school, all very popular. I was the nerd in school. Always picked on and made fun of because of my race. The blacks and the whites took their various opportunities to poke fun at me. It was horrifying.
Anyways, one of them pushed me in the locker room. Normally, I would have just let them pick on me until they were bored. Or I would start crying after a while (not because I felt like crying, but because it was an affective way to let them know they got what they wanted, and then they would stop). But this time, I couldn't take it anymore. I realized that it would never stop. They would just keep picking on me. And when the news got home to my mother and father (as it always seemed to), I would get punished at home for being weak and deliberately not trying to fit in. So, despite my greatest fear, I pushed him back. I pushed him hard as I could just to show that I wasn't afraid, though I was sweating bullets from fear. With my trembling hands I shoved him with all my might. He barely budged. And then it started. I was shoved to the ground, and repeatedly kicked. I had 2 of my teeth knocked at and my shoulder dislocated. I had bruises over 20 percent of my body, and a cut on my arm that required over 100 stitches. I spent a week in the hospital, and when I finally got out, it was like I had the plague. My parents were ashamed of me, especially my father, who treated me as some kind of scarlett letter to be worn on his sleeve. My mother couldn't even look at her weakling son in the eyes for almost a year. A whole fucking year! I was tormented at school for the next 3 years, until we finally moved. And the worst part was that the teasing only got worse after I stood up for myself. I even lost my only friend in school who finally could not bare the teasing of having to support me.
ok, none of that is true, but I was feeling frisky this morning. My foot still hasnt healed up from this. Outcast. after finally seeing your photo, I forgive you totally. | |
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Going to Iraq, never have I learned to appricate my personal freedom. Not because of what I saw there, but the fact being trapped on a boat (ship) for nine months and missing all the major holiday's will do that...
And after that I becme a party animal...  'A pillow covered in all our tears' | |
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