beachboyty
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Inspite of several claims in this thread to the honorific, I assure you that I am the undisputed champion of always being right. This is not an ego thing (as I don't get joy from being right), nor is it an intelligence thing (I'm smart but I watch enough Jeopardy to know I ain't the smartest). It is quite simply an internal process that does not allow me to argue any point that I have not thoroughly examined the logic of in the context of the big picture...and understanding logic and seeing the big picture are actually easier than breathing in my sleep for me. I have not lost an argument since childhood (mostly because I don't argue with my dad anymore who is indestructable). My present and all my past significant others have termed "highly abusive" my tireless use of logic, impervious analogy and photographic memory (if you said it in the past ten years I will use it against you when you inevitably say something to the opposite effect) to wear down anything remotely resembling a strongly held position contrary to my own. It's not that they were/are never right...they are right all the time. It's just that I agree with them whenever they are right, so there is never an argument over it. It should be noted that feelings are different than facts, and while i have learned over years of relationship counseling to honor feelings as being just as important as facts...that does NOT make them facts, nor does it require me to pretend that they are. I am more than happy to resolve our fight with, "I undertand you FEEL this way, and that is important to me, so we will go with how you are FEELING. What actually happened is entirely different, but your perception of it is more important than reality. So, I apologize - you are right." I don't see how that is condescending, but apparently it is *shrug*.
I don't have any chemical imbalances. I am totally understanding that a lot of people do, and I am sympathetic to that. But, I don't have mood swings, depression, anxiety, bi-polar, anger issues, manic-whatever, ADHD, or any other thing that basically means, "I can't control my actions or my perspective on things, I have no choice in the matter." Happiness is a choice, and it is one that only a fool doesn't choose at all costs. So, go ahead and embrace your disorder, work your coping mechanisms, see your doctors, whatever. But if you want to be around me for any length of time, pop a fucking pill or something, cuz I don't abide chronic instability or the propensity to be unhappy and problem-plagued. But I understand you and accept your condition, I really do!
Though I cover this in the paragraph above, it is worth its own point as I have found it bothers people to no end. That is, I am ALWAYS successfully living life. I am always in a state of happiness (not the emotion, the state of mind) and contentment with my life. I am always in control of my life. My circumstances are rarely negative, and even when they are I laugh at them because I have a perfect track record of steamrolling over hardtimes as if they were made of gello. Life does not get me down. I do not have life problems that threaten to get the best of me or bring me down. If you have noticed, after 3 years of posting in this community, I have NEVER ONCE started a thread in here posting about a problem for which I needed advice. I don't ever have the urge to call Dr. Laura or Dr. Phil, and don't understand people who do. Don't get me wrong, I don't judge anyone who seeks advice and I love everyone here who has asked for help with life problems. I realize that I am unique in this way, and it doesn't make me special or better...but I am DAMN glad that life is quite simply a game that I totally get. In fact, if life is a game, I would say that I have a harder time with Chutes & Ladders than I do with the game of life. I just do well at it, plain and simple. I don't see how or why it is so scary, difficult, challenging, depressing, exhausting, or any of the other things that so many people find it to be. How hard can it be to make everything turn out the way you want it 95% of the time, and to make some kick-ass lemonade from the lemons the other 5%??????? I mean this isn't rocket-science kids. If we have genetically adapted to anything at all over the course of human history, basic living should be at the top of the list don't you think? Basically, the sun is shining, the sky is rose-colored and everything is coming up daisies for me and its been this way my entire adult life. This is something you will find difficult to abide in me, if experience is any indicator.
Substance use. I drink and use recreationally only. I do not self-medicate. I do not crave. I do not escape realities (unless a glass of Chiraz immediately upon getting home from a particularly long day at work counts). I DO NOT have crazy come-downs that throw my emotional state all in a whack or make me look like some crazed homeless person. I party with substances for the same reason people ride roller coasters...I enjoy the cool and different experience of those particular thrills. That's it, no other reason. I never miss work, miss a payment or regret my actions after a party binge. I can party for four days straight, but would never choose to unless I had four days free and the money to do it without blinking. Basically, I can party hard, have a GREAT time and never feel bad, suffer consequences or otherwise have my life/goals/attitude interfered with. If I party all weekend on three or four substances, I will go to work on Monday morning as usual. I will be a bit more tired, a bit less talkative, a bit less cheery, and a bit less accomodating. But, I always appreciate logically why I feel that way, and I just accept it. I don't get up for as many walks, don't start as many convos, don't get involved in as many projects...with those simple adjustments I get through the work day just fine, go home and relax with some good wine, watch my TiVo and then crash hard for the night before going to work on Tuesday with absolutely no effects of the weekend left to speak of. All of this may or may not bother you...but I assure you my blatant lack of patience, understanding and consideration for you as you deal with the consequences/reasons for your usage will definitely get on your last nerve.
I am obsessive about garbage/perishables not being left out anywhere in the house. Glasses of half-drunk liquid, crumbs, dishes with crusted food on them. I will make you feel like the most disgusting slob in the world if you do not properly dispose of these things immediately! On the flip-side, paper trash, laundry, dust and general filth does not bother me nearly as much as it bothers you. Yes I have my limits, and yes I will eventually pull out the Pledge and the vacuum of my own volition at some point...but that will very likely be long after you have had enough. Hey, none of those things attract roaches and other bugs, unlike your fucking cup on the counter that still has a slight sheen of sticky sweet orange juice inside it you FUCKING SLOB!!!! Yes, totally different situation from the trash on the floor I have been stepping over for the past 2 days. Hey, life is too short. If you don't like it then clean it up. If you can't stand me not doing my fair share, then hire a maid - money well-spent in my book...especially since you seem incapable of rinsing off your nasty fucking dishes after you eat you disgusting piece of shit!!!
Monogomy is over-rated. If I love you and you require it, I will of course oblige. My priorities are in tact. And you will always be the object of my very healthy sexual desire....But don't ever be mistaken or fool yourself. There will NEVER be a time where I wouldn't rather be out fucking one of my hot friends (or someone I want to make into a friend) as opposed to being stuck at home for "date night" curled up on the couch with you watching some romantic movie you ordered for us on Netflix, eating chocolate-covered strawberries and that cool kettle popcorn you bought because you know I like it so much. Its not that Im not romantic, mind you. I am just very sexually curious, and believe there will be time enough for you and I do those sterile activities when all the fucking of friends is done...I mean, come on, we're gonna grow old together and have all sorts of time to do cute couple things. So, I'll honor your rule about monogomy, but you will always know that I'm checkin that hotty out in the car next to us while you are telling me about your day and the bitch at work who has it out for you, and I am DEFINITELY thinking about what I would do them naked and if they have a friend or two to make it interesting.
Other than those things, I am a peach to live with and a real catch...really, I am!!
I don't have any chemical imbalances. I am totally understanding that a lot of people do, and I am sympathetic to that. But, I don't have mood swings, depression, anxiety, bi-polar, anger issues, manic-whatever, ADHD, or any other thing that basically means, "I can't control my actions or my perspective on things, I have no choice in the matter." Happiness is a choice, and it is one that only a fool doesn't choose at all costs. So, go ahead and embrace your disorder, work your coping mechanisms, see your doctors, whatever. But if you want to be around me for any length of time, pop a fucking pill or something, cuz I don't abide chronic instability or the propensity to be unhappy and problem-plagued. But I understand you and accept your condition, I really do!
Though I cover this in the paragraph above, it is worth its own point as I have found it bothers people to no end. That is, I am ALWAYS successfully living life. I am always in a state of happiness (not the emotion, the state of mind) and contentment with my life. I am always in control of my life. My circumstances are rarely negative, and even when they are I laugh at them because I have a perfect track record of steamrolling over hardtimes as if they were made of gello. Life does not get me down. I do not have life problems that threaten to get the best of me or bring me down. If you have noticed, after 3 years of posting in this community, I have NEVER ONCE started a thread in here posting about a problem for which I needed advice. I don't ever have the urge to call Dr. Laura or Dr. Phil, and don't understand people who do. Don't get me wrong, I don't judge anyone who seeks advice and I love everyone here who has asked for help with life problems. I realize that I am unique in this way, and it doesn't make me special or better...but I am DAMN glad that life is quite simply a game that I totally get. In fact, if life is a game, I would say that I have a harder time with Chutes & Ladders than I do with the game of life. I just do well at it, plain and simple. I don't see how or why it is so scary, difficult, challenging, depressing, exhausting, or any of the other things that so many people find it to be. How hard can it be to make everything turn out the way you want it 95% of the time, and to make some kick-ass lemonade from the lemons the other 5%??????? I mean this isn't rocket-science kids. If we have genetically adapted to anything at all over the course of human history, basic living should be at the top of the list don't you think? Basically, the sun is shining, the sky is rose-colored and everything is coming up daisies for me and its been this way my entire adult life. This is something you will find difficult to abide in me, if experience is any indicator.
Substance use. I drink and use recreationally only. I do not self-medicate. I do not crave. I do not escape realities (unless a glass of Chiraz immediately upon getting home from a particularly long day at work counts). I DO NOT have crazy come-downs that throw my emotional state all in a whack or make me look like some crazed homeless person. I party with substances for the same reason people ride roller coasters...I enjoy the cool and different experience of those particular thrills. That's it, no other reason. I never miss work, miss a payment or regret my actions after a party binge. I can party for four days straight, but would never choose to unless I had four days free and the money to do it without blinking. Basically, I can party hard, have a GREAT time and never feel bad, suffer consequences or otherwise have my life/goals/attitude interfered with. If I party all weekend on three or four substances, I will go to work on Monday morning as usual. I will be a bit more tired, a bit less talkative, a bit less cheery, and a bit less accomodating. But, I always appreciate logically why I feel that way, and I just accept it. I don't get up for as many walks, don't start as many convos, don't get involved in as many projects...with those simple adjustments I get through the work day just fine, go home and relax with some good wine, watch my TiVo and then crash hard for the night before going to work on Tuesday with absolutely no effects of the weekend left to speak of. All of this may or may not bother you...but I assure you my blatant lack of patience, understanding and consideration for you as you deal with the consequences/reasons for your usage will definitely get on your last nerve.
I am obsessive about garbage/perishables not being left out anywhere in the house. Glasses of half-drunk liquid, crumbs, dishes with crusted food on them. I will make you feel like the most disgusting slob in the world if you do not properly dispose of these things immediately! On the flip-side, paper trash, laundry, dust and general filth does not bother me nearly as much as it bothers you. Yes I have my limits, and yes I will eventually pull out the Pledge and the vacuum of my own volition at some point...but that will very likely be long after you have had enough. Hey, none of those things attract roaches and other bugs, unlike your fucking cup on the counter that still has a slight sheen of sticky sweet orange juice inside it you FUCKING SLOB!!!! Yes, totally different situation from the trash on the floor I have been stepping over for the past 2 days. Hey, life is too short. If you don't like it then clean it up. If you can't stand me not doing my fair share, then hire a maid - money well-spent in my book...especially since you seem incapable of rinsing off your nasty fucking dishes after you eat you disgusting piece of shit!!!
Monogomy is over-rated. If I love you and you require it, I will of course oblige. My priorities are in tact. And you will always be the object of my very healthy sexual desire....But don't ever be mistaken or fool yourself. There will NEVER be a time where I wouldn't rather be out fucking one of my hot friends (or someone I want to make into a friend) as opposed to being stuck at home for "date night" curled up on the couch with you watching some romantic movie you ordered for us on Netflix, eating chocolate-covered strawberries and that cool kettle popcorn you bought because you know I like it so much. Its not that Im not romantic, mind you. I am just very sexually curious, and believe there will be time enough for you and I do those sterile activities when all the fucking of friends is done...I mean, come on, we're gonna grow old together and have all sorts of time to do cute couple things. So, I'll honor your rule about monogomy, but you will always know that I'm checkin that hotty out in the car next to us while you are telling me about your day and the bitch at work who has it out for you, and I am DEFINITELY thinking about what I would do them naked and if they have a friend or two to make it interesting.
Other than those things, I am a peach to live with and a real catch...really, I am!!
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
Sorry, but that's awfully contrived.
