Home wrecker advice.

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Originally Posted by Squeamous

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Originally Posted by mjmacky

Also it got me to admit that I hit womena woman, almost daily

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'If a man or woman assaults me enough on a psychological or emotional level, and I flip, gender doesn't mean a thing'.

I had you down as too much of an emotionally destitute husk to flip on a daily basis. In fact, I don't imagine you see that many people on a daily basis, especially your wife.

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There was an unwritten difference between the scenarios, fun and serious. I'll explain. It's actually been awhile since I've been in a situation that resulted in me seriously beating on someone, and many years since I've been in a situation to exhibit violence towards a woman. My wife, on the other hand, I hit her nearly every day. Sometimes it's martial arts, sometimes it's waking her up so that I don't have to hear the alarm going off, sometimes it's just to freak her out. How did you know I was married anyhow, were you just guessing?

Edit: The bit about not seeing many people on a daily basis is true. Part chance and part design, I try not to overlap my schedule with everyone else's. Sleep apnea has my on a 24 hour (awake) 12 hour (sleep) basis, thus it feels like 36 hour instead of 24 hour days. I usually am in the lab late night through afternoon, avoiding people. I get along with my lab mates well enough, it's just hard to get any work done with them around. Everyone else in the world, well assume I don't like them very much, it's a safe assumption. I like having just a few core people to hang out with.

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Originally Posted by mjmacky

There was an unwritten difference between the scenarios, fun and serious. I'll explain. It's actually been awhile since I've been in a situation that resulted in me seriously beating on someone, and many years since I've been in a situation to exhibit violence towards a woman. My wife, on the other hand, I hit her nearly every day. Sometimes it's martial arts, sometimes it's waking her up so that I don't have to hear the alarm going off, sometimes it's just to freak her out. How did you know I was married anyhow, were you just guessing?

Edit: The bit about not seeing many people on a daily basis is true. Part chance and part design, I try not to overlap my schedule with everyone else's. Sleep apnea has my on a 24 hour (awake) 12 hour (sleep) basis, thus it feels like 36 hour instead of 24 hour days. I usually am in the lab late night through afternoon, avoiding people. I get along with my lab mates well enough, it's just hard to get any work done with them around. Everyone else in the world, well assume I don't like them very much, it's a safe assumption. I like having just a few core people to hang out with.

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I think you said you were married once elsewhere on the board - when you were grumbling about the burglars taking everything of value from your apartment except one of your wife's shit DVDs. My memory for things said by other people is pretty good.

Somehow I didn't imagine you skipping through the tulips during your lunchbreak with a picnic and an assorted group of mobile phone advert people. I imagine you, like me, have unwittingly cultivated a sort of mysterious personality cult at work, making people think you are very good at doing very difficult things; things which occupy you on a deep academic level and leave you no time for passing the time of day at the water cooler and chewing the fat with colleagues. In fact the truth is you're a social leper and spend most of your time after hours picking your nose, staring at a moving centrifuge, and wondering whether you should categorise your antibiotic collection by chemical or brand name. Am I right?

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Originally Posted by Squeamous

I think you said you were married once elsewhere on the board - when you were grumbling about the burglars taking everything of value from your apartment except one of your wife's shit DVDs. My memory for things said by other people is pretty good.

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Oh yeah, my anecdote thread. Dammit, my persona of being a single ladies' man has now been compromised... by me.

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Originally Posted by Squeamous

Somehow I didn't imagine you skipping through the tulips during your lunchbreak with a picnic and an assorted group of mobile phone advert people. I imagine you, like me, have unwittingly cultivated a sort of mysterious personality cult at work, making people think you are very good at doing very difficult things; things which occupy you on a deep academic level and leave you no time for passing the time of day at the water cooler and chewing the fat with colleagues. In fact the truth is you're a social leper and spend most of your time after hours picking your nose, staring at a moving centrifuge, and wondering whether you should categorise your antibiotic collection by chemical or brand name. Am I right?

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Close, but also far off. The only category I can nudge into agreeingly is psychopath. I happen to possess intellectual talent that annoys people, probably because I seem to waste it on being incorrigibly lazy. My work ethic is stellar when tackling a new concept or troubleshooting mine or others' experiments/papers/etc., but drops off to the levels of a dirty bum when it involves tedious tasks that aren't mentally stimulating. As far as social skills, I can easily fit in, but avoid having to do so. Despite my intense and arrogant self-confidence, I'm generally overwhelmingly liked by those around me when in small enough doses. Most don't tend to notice my suffocating displeasure of social interaction because I can't help but act courteously, even though I don't really desire to do so. It's a bit taxing, so avoiding people seems to be the best solution.

It seems like I only addressed the misses, so to rectify, I will admit I spend a lot of time figuring out how to organize data, apparati, chemicals, and I'm probably picking my nose when I do it. I won't type anymore, because I have an itch inside my nostril that requires my right index finger and thumb's attention. Also, I use a smaller centrifuge that doesn't require too much attention.

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Originally Posted by Squeamous

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Originally Posted by mjmacky

There was an unwritten difference between the scenarios, fun and serious. I'll explain. It's actually been awhile since I've been in a situation that resulted in me seriously beating on someone, and many years since I've been in a situation to exhibit violence towards a woman. My wife, on the other hand, I hit her nearly every day. Sometimes it's martial arts, sometimes it's waking her up so that I don't have to hear the alarm going off, sometimes it's just to freak her out. How did you know I was married anyhow, were you just guessing?

Edit: The bit about not seeing many people on a daily basis is true. Part chance and part design, I try not to overlap my schedule with everyone else's. Sleep apnea has my on a 24 hour (awake) 12 hour (sleep) basis, thus it feels like 36 hour instead of 24 hour days. I usually am in the lab late night through afternoon, avoiding people. I get along with my lab mates well enough, it's just hard to get any work done with them around. Everyone else in the world, well assume I don't like them very much, it's a safe assumption. I like having just a few core people to hang out with.

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I think you said you were married once elsewhere on the board - when you were grumbling about the burglars taking everything of value from your apartment except one of your wife's shit DVDs. My memory for things said by other people is pretty good.

Somehow I didn't imagine you skipping through the tulips during your lunchbreak with a picnic and an assorted group of mobile phone advert people. I imagine you, like me, have unwittingly cultivated a sort of mysterious personality cult at work, making people think you are very good at doing very difficult things; things which occupy you on a deep academic level and leave you no time for passing the time of day at the water cooler and chewing the fat with colleagues. In fact the truth is you're a social leper and spend most of your time after hours picking your nose, staring at a moving centrifuge, and wondering whether you should categorise your antibiotic collection by chemical or brand name. Am I right?

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Originally Posted by mjmacky

Oh yeah, my anecdote thread. Dammit, my persona of being a single ladies' man has now been compromised... by me.

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Originally Posted by Squeamous

Somehow I didn't imagine you skipping through the tulips during your lunchbreak with a picnic and an assorted group of mobile phone advert people. I imagine you, like me, have unwittingly cultivated a sort of mysterious personality cult at work, making people think you are very good at doing very difficult things; things which occupy you on a deep academic level and leave you no time for passing the time of day at the water cooler and chewing the fat with colleagues. In fact the truth is you're a social leper and spend most of your time after hours picking your nose, staring at a moving centrifuge, and wondering whether you should categorise your antibiotic collection by chemical or brand name. Am I right?

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Close, but also far off. The only category I can nudge into agreeingly is psychopath. I happen to possess intellectual talent that annoys people, probably because I seem to waste it on being incorrigibly lazy. My work ethic is stellar when tackling a new concept or troubleshooting mine or others' experiments/papers/etc., but drops off to the levels of a dirty bum when it involves tedious tasks that aren't mentally stimulating. As far as social skills, I can easily fit in, but avoid having to do so. Despite my intense and arrogant self-confidence, I'm generally overwhelmingly liked by those around me when in small enough doses. Most don't tend to notice my suffocating displeasure of social interaction because I can't help but act courteously, even though I don't really desire to do so. It's a bit taxing, so avoiding people seems to be the best solution.

It seems like I only addressed the misses, so to rectify, I will admit I spend a lot of time figuring out how to organize data, apparati, chemicals, and I'm probably picking my nose when I do it. I won't type anymore, because I have an itch inside my nostril that requires my right index finger and thumb's attention. Also, I use a smaller centrifuge that doesn't require too much attention.

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You scientists are a sticky, tackish lot, eh?

Residue everywhere........even after a good vacuuming, no doubt.

What a lovely thread this is; I am glad to be attending.

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Originally Posted by j2k4

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What a lovely thread this is; I am glad to be attending.

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Yes isn't it... I particularly liked the bit where the 'sad little dullard' advised me to go commit suicide... and then to top it all he was dull enough to fall for my "Oh woe is me" post... I don't know how many times I've told him that I couldn't give a fuck about what his opinion of me is, and that I've done nothing wrong, so have no reason to lose my sense of self respect... but he went for it anyway... he's just so slow... it's sad really.

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Originally Posted by rejectOfAllah

Yes isn't it... I particularly liked the bit where the 'sad little dullard' advised me to go commit suicide... and then to top it all he was dull enough to fall for my "Oh woe is me" post... I don't know how many times I've told him that I couldn't give a fuck about what his opinion of me is, and that I've done nothing wrong, so have no reason to lose my sense of self respect... but he went for it anyway... he's just so slow... it's sad really.

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I suggested someone so empty and bitter should...

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Originally Posted by megabyteme

Or, you could just do what the rest of us do, and find something new, and good, in our lives. :)

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Yeah, you really had me concerned for your well-being. :rolleyes:

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Originally Posted by megabyteme

I suggested someone so empty and bitter should...

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See there's the problem... you've gone off and assumed all sorts of things about me.

I'm not bitter. The woman who did her worst to me, didn't harm me. I'm still me. She harmed herself. She devalued everything that ever passed between us to the level of being worth no more than the lies she told me, and in doing so devalued herself. She also managed to devalue all of the efforts, thoughts and feelings I'd put into that friendship. But that doesn't devalue me... only my part in that deception. She threw away a perfectly good friendship in which the only thing that was required of her was honesty.

As I've stated before, I'm still the luckiest man she has ever met, or that she will ever meet. Just as I was when she met me. I bear her no ill will. I've moved on, and left her behind. She made her choices, and that's the end of it. Hence my personal position about not being bothered about seeking revenge, and my continuing (and as strong as ever) belief that violence towards women is wrong... although last resort self defence is OK, as an absolute last resort.

What she has done though has made me unwilling to trust any other woman like that. She's made it plain to me that my insistence on honesty isn't something I can expect any woman to show any respect towards... and so changed me to someone who feels no compunction to show honest and respect towards them.

That removal of my need to try and act with respect towards people is something I now feel free to exercise towards lots of people... both here and elsewhere on the interwebs, and also in real life.

And I'm afraid that's the last time I'm going to make those points, from here in out I intend to live upto the chavis model of behaving like a complete cunt around here.

Feckin' ell this is all a bit deep for the lounge innit.

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Originally Posted by Gripper

Feckin' ell this is all a bit deep for the lounge innit.

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Yes far too fucking deep, especially for the retards who occupy this site.

Normal service is duly resumed.

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Originally Posted by rejectOfAllah

Normal service is duly resumed.

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Good for you, then - why bang on about a little light-housekeeping in the parking lot, eh?

She ruined you, but you bear her no ill will?

Damned sturdy of you, actually.