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  4. Jason Rimbaud

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    By all means, removed your blog, and blog entries, if you must, but please, learn from my mistake, and save them all somewhere. I removed mine, in anger, thinking to deprive the world of my pearls of wisdom and coals of shame, but instead, I've deprived myself of them. The world goes on, not noticing, and I go on, missing them. Yes, I actually read them again, at times, and could feel the progression in myself, my ability to see more clearly, to deal more effectively with issues in my life. Those reference points are now gone. I'm sure I'm still advancing in a forward direction, but I need a new set of marker points, and I miss the old. It is also this steady advance in my dealings with my challenges that makes me realise that I outgrow areas in my life. You feel that you may not really belong at AD. This may well be because you have grown somewhat beyond any need that you have for the AD community. That is not a lack by the community, but a growth within yourself, of yourself. The thing that you would, I hope, consider, is that your very growth and advancement may be helpful to someone of the AD community who has not yet reached that point. You, in your situation of not needing AD, are becoming one who can be a mentor, a guide, a possible solace to someone who has just arrived, desperate for help, and maybe not even able to phrase the questions troubling him or her.So, by all means, delete your blog if you must, but weigh it out, not based on your own lack of needs, but based on those of others.All that aside, I feel that blogs are small snippets of the person, revealing in a way that any work of poetry or prose cannot. If it's there, unmasked, in its raw form, it is truth as seen by us as we write it. The fact that people can relate, sympathize, and offer consolation and support for us swimming at our deepest depths, means that they are friends. Those who care, will likely say something. Those who don't, won't. How much of your move forward can be attributed in some small way to a response you received here? Maybe very little, and maybe a lot, but remember, a journey starts with that first step, and it could be the most important step in your life. Your blog, or your comment in someone else's blog, may start a journey that is life altering for someone else. I hope you stay here. :wav:

  7. Camy

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    I don't really want to place the following in the flash fiction, if for no other reason than that it is completely true, with no element of fiction at all. Camy, if you think it belongs there anyway, let me know, or post it there yourself. The Garage SaleBy TrabSeven o’clock, and we heard a steady buzzing. A quick peak out the front drapes, and it was clear what was happening. We had “early birds”. For a fortnight we had planned the big ‘garage sale’, and now our plans were to all coming to fruition. My buddy and I had been living in this house for several years, but we had to move. Accumulations of household goods, and personal effects, had to be gotten rid of, and a garage sale seemed to be the best way to go. We had checked out other garage sales, spoken with the people putting them on, and found out what problems occurred, not to mention what monies were made. We vowed to do better than merely $300.The number one issue was always ‘walkaways’. That is, stuff walked away without any money changing hands. Easily solved, by containing ALL the goods inside the garage, rec room, and back yard with the 6 foot high fence. Everyone would have to exit via one exit. The number two issue seemed to be fake bartering. Sellers would price tag the items, and when the bargain hunter got to the payment person, would claim that one of the other workers had been convinced to let the item go for less than the sticker price. Not quite so easy to deal with, but we developed a ‘code’ that had to be included on every sticker which was bargained down. No code, no price reduction. The number three issue was early birds. Hawks, mostly professional garage salers, would swoop in early, buy the best stuff, and leave before most people had a chance to even arrive. By the time the rest got there, the excited feeding frenzy would have disappeared, and people ended up trying to bargain down everything. Our plan was simple, using the solution to #1. By keeping everything inside and away from the public until the exact correct time, we would avoid this issue.The last major issue was publicity. People posted their sales in the Classified Ads 2 days beforehand. That was it. Well, not us. We created signs on plastic, and the night before we placed them up to 1 mile away, pointing to our place. Not only that, we also went the ad route, but started that 2 weeks early. The buzz increased as it neared 8 a.m. Not that this meant anything to us, as we had announced 9 a.m. SHARP as the start time. However, when we looked outside again, it became obvious that we might just have a ‘situation’ on our hands. At least 50 people were standing outside, waiting, talking, laughing. My buddy went out to speak with them, and I made sure all was in order. Ice water, coffee, soft drinks, cookies, all at above grocery store pricing, were ready to go. Some of the people left, to come back at the right time.Nearly 9 a.m. and it was a dull roar outside. At best guess, there were over 200 people waiting, and cars were parked from one end of the street to the other, for several blocks. My buddy went outside again, this time with the bullhorn, and announced that it was almost time. He had the nerve to actually rev them up, like a warm up act on a live TV show. He joked, he teased, he had the roar become almost overwhelming. Nine, and we rolled up the garage door. The surge of people was enormous. All were quite controlled, but eager beyond words. They grabbed things, right, left, center. They checked out the back yard, rec room and garage itself. Racks of material were sold, with our code working perfectly. Then the racks themselves were sold. Coffee, soda, and cookies seemed to be breathed in. We grabbed one young fellow who tried to shoplift a radio, but his obvious terror at being caught made us decide to not call the cops, as we had serious doubts he’d ever try that again.Eleven, and it was over. We were cleaned out, including some old furniture we had never expected to sell. The net take, approximately $3500. The only thing we lost was a large wheelbarrow, which some enterprising soul had managed to actually fling over our 6-foot high fence, into the neighbor’s yard, from whence he fetched it over their 4-foot high fence. Another neighbor, who didn’t bother to let us know, saw all this. Frankly, I’m not at all sure I’d have wanted to approach anyone large enough and strong enough to do that kind of flinging in the first place.Copyright 2008 by Trab. All rights reserved.

  9. Camy

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    I did that, Cole, when I moved from a house into an apartment, and cleared $3500 in 4 hours. Then I paid another $40 to dump the stuff nobody would buy, like broken bricks, left over 4 inch bits of 2x4 lumber, etc. I even got $5 for an old sofa with 2 springs sticking out of it. :)

  11. rauch4322

    Posted

    I'm sorry that he's being such a shit. Is there no way that you can ignore him? Obviously I don't know what's up, but hating him isn't really helpful. It really means he's 'in control over you' and you really don't want that. You need to come up with a plan that lets you take back the emotional control from him. Bottom line: he's pushing your buttons, and you're reacting. I know it's easier said than done, but you need to make those buttons he uses on you no longer work.

  15. Jason Rimbaud

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    BTW, as for toilet paper, most men will instinctively have it unroll from the bottom and women from the top. The general tendency is for women to be concerned about the paper touching the paint/wall and those getting dirty sooner, not to mention it looks neater if the paper is framed by the TP holder frame. Men, on the other hand, don't give much of a shit about it, and prefer it that you can pull off the paper one handed, by holding the roll from rolling and tugging the section off, and the fact that the loose end doesn't artfully hide itself against the roll, so you can't find the end easily.

  16. Jason Rimbaud

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    There is no clear answer about the eggs. If there is an expiry date, pay attention to it. If you took them out of the original box/carton and don't know that date, when you crack the eggs, make sure there is no discoloration at all, and no 'ugly' smell. Make sure you cook/fry/bake the eggs 100% solid if you have any doubts even without a smell or bad color. Leave nothing to even jiggle. The older the egg, the more the white runs like a liquid when you crack the egg into a frying pan. The fresher, the 'tighter' the white holds together. If there is a crack in the shell, absolutely turf it out.

  20. Jason Rimbaud

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    Eggs are never bad. They just are. Actually, thinking about it, eggs are very good. They can get laid without any worry about catching horrible diseases, or getting pregnant. Generally they won't come out of their shells unless the right person comes along to crack through it, and then their sunny side comes out. They do have the odd challenge though, as some of them have a tendency to get fried. On a side note, even if you don't get through their shell, if you get them hot enough, they get firm, even hard. Their excitement when you get them all hot is sometimes enough to have them crack through their own shells.

  23. rauch4322

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    My God, as if things weren't tumultuous enough for you. First thing though, absolutely the first thing, is to recognize that YOU are okay. Well, your situation sucks wind, but you are okay. You're not hurt, not damaged, not dead. Emotionally, you're screwed up, but, no matter how painful it seems right now, it is a pain you are taking onto yourself, and not an honest, true blue pain. I hope you can see what I'm saying. Put it in perspective; you've lost a friend. You've lost someone whose company you enjoyed. You are not wounded; just hurting. It's not the same, even though right now it may seem that way.They were stupid. There's no doubt about it. There's a reason they restrict licenses for teens, and for that matter, new drivers of any age. There is so much going on, and it goes so fast, and it is so easy to be distracted for that one fraction of a second. The slower you drive, the more time you have to react, that's a given. But it's over. It's done. It's pointless to be upset with them. I think it's human nature to try to divert the sorrow into anger, into blame, but it accomplishes nothing. It is best to remember your friends as they were, happy, and not think about them as anything but accident victims. Should you go to the funeral? I think that maybe you should. It is traumatic. There will be stories about them which will make you cry. Let yourself cry. There may be stories told which celebrates something from their lives, and they may evoke a laugh. They're meant to do that. That type of story, or anecdote is intended to show how wonderful they were when still fine. It shows that they had a positive influence on those around them. It shows people care. Ultimately, mourning is a bit useless. Just moping around, being sad about things that cannot change, is a bit of a waste. Yes, you will need time to recover a bit, to realize the new reality, but you need to move on with your own challenges.Moving in with your aunt and uncle is an option. However, I think you need to really sit down honestly with them first, discuss the whole situation, and come to a mutual agreement. What you absolutely don't want to do is pit your parents against your aunt and uncle in some kind of war/fight. Getting support from one shouldn't involve hostility against the other. They need to ultimately both be in your camp. That's what you should aim for. Maybe move there, but have it be a temporary measure, in all your minds, while you get things straightened out.That's my 2 cents worth. You have my sympathy and online support. E-hug to you. :flasher[1]: Oops. Sorry. Let's try that again. :hug:

  24. rauch4322

    Posted

    ...there are always miscommunications, so it is as they say, "wise", to not make conflict over what you hear someone else say - it's a good way to blow things up, if what they say evokes emotions - let the emotions go, because those emotions will just create so much conflict if you let them compel you.
  25. rauch4322

    Posted

    The way I read it, your parents knew you were going with Ryan, which means you must have told them you are either gay or bi. They obviously know that you've broken things off with Ryan, whether from you telling them or Ryan telling them. Is it not possible for you to simply ASK them why they believe Ryan's version of what happened, and not YOUR version? Why would they believe the 'dumped' person? Everyone knows the dumpee is the one with the grudge.A wise man told me that whether it seems like it or not, nobody really likes an argument or a fight. What one needs to do is figure out how to resolve the problem (which it seems to me is more that your parents need to believe you over Ryan than your issue with Ryan) without getting into a fight. If your dad seems to be lecturing you about responsibility, getting screaming mad at him for the implied (or direct) insult doesn't help anything. Maybe agreeing that responsibility is a serious matter, and then following it with a request to talk about these issues calmly, might work out better. Take the wind out of his sails by agreeing, then asking for his responsible advice. Who knows, it might even be good advice, and it can't make it any worse than the frustration you're having now.Good luck.

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