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re: What was the lowest point of your life?
Posted on 3/15/17 at 5:45 pm to Pepe Lepew
Posted on 3/15/17 at 5:45 pm to Pepe Lepew
I've shared this before, but I guess I'll share again:
The most embarrassing/worst day of my life started like any other, I dressed in my custom tailored Alexander Amosu. I narrowly avoided embarrrasment when i made the stupid half awake mistake of putting on my Air Jordan Silvers. Luckily i noticed and changed into my custom fit Testonis. I walked down my stairwell lined with my original Picasso, Paul Cézanne, van Gogh and of course my cheap Klimt. I left my seven story mansion built into a mountain on a private island to go to a meeting with my accountant and tax attorney at the headquarters of my private international investment and R&D firm. We were discussing my offshore accounts and charitable donations. I was talking the whole meeting about how great my new Ferrari was. They wanted to see it, but i said we needed to finish going over my finances and figuring out how to efficiently fund the several anonymous humanitarian foundations i oversee as chairman. While they drafted a few things for me to sign, i went outside and noticed my OT 10 secretary was giving me some horny looks. I walked over to her, whispered some french poetry in her ear and she grabbed me right in the crotch. Two and a half hours later, and an hour after a few of her super model friends had shown up and i pleased them all, multiple times, i went back in and signed the papers my attorney had prepared. So we all walked outside to see my new Ferrari and i was so embarrassed when i realized i had driven my Fisker Tramonto by accident. Worst day ever.
The most embarrassing/worst day of my life started like any other, I dressed in my custom tailored Alexander Amosu. I narrowly avoided embarrrasment when i made the stupid half awake mistake of putting on my Air Jordan Silvers. Luckily i noticed and changed into my custom fit Testonis. I walked down my stairwell lined with my original Picasso, Paul Cézanne, van Gogh and of course my cheap Klimt. I left my seven story mansion built into a mountain on a private island to go to a meeting with my accountant and tax attorney at the headquarters of my private international investment and R&D firm. We were discussing my offshore accounts and charitable donations. I was talking the whole meeting about how great my new Ferrari was. They wanted to see it, but i said we needed to finish going over my finances and figuring out how to efficiently fund the several anonymous humanitarian foundations i oversee as chairman. While they drafted a few things for me to sign, i went outside and noticed my OT 10 secretary was giving me some horny looks. I walked over to her, whispered some french poetry in her ear and she grabbed me right in the crotch. Two and a half hours later, and an hour after a few of her super model friends had shown up and i pleased them all, multiple times, i went back in and signed the papers my attorney had prepared. So we all walked outside to see my new Ferrari and i was so embarrassed when i realized i had driven my Fisker Tramonto by accident. Worst day ever.
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Posted on 3/15/17 at 5:49 pm to Jorts R Us
When I was told my 22 year son was killed in an auto accident. Still have many low points related to this. Like a rollercoaster.
Posted on 3/15/17 at 6:11 pm to Isabelle81
Feel your pain Isabelle81.
Received the same phone call for my then 27 year old son. 3 1/2 years now, and some days are almost too much to go through.
Received the same phone call for my then 27 year old son. 3 1/2 years now, and some days are almost too much to go through.
Posted on 3/15/17 at 6:52 pm to BabyTac
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As a couple of years have passed my response has moved to, "No, I'm not a fatty!" This usually gets an eye roll and continuation of gorging on more fries.
I went from, feeling sorry for you, to realizing you are a superficial dickhead. A good husband encourages, serves, comforts, and loves unconditionally. You are the problem. If all of tHis is true
Posted on 3/15/17 at 6:54 pm to Jorts R Us
Being broke, hungry and not enough money for the rent should happen to everyone.
Also, everybody should have the counting ash tray change for McDonald's moment in their life.
Also, everybody should have the counting ash tray change for McDonald's moment in their life.
Posted on 3/15/17 at 6:56 pm to cusoonkpd
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cusoonkpd
God damn thats terrible, as long as my kids are ok I can handle whatever
Posted on 3/15/17 at 7:03 pm to DosManos
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What kind of bad advice did you get? I always wonder how much bad therapy is dished out and the patients don't even realize it.
Basically she told me to keep a dream journal, and kept basically begging me to come out as gay. Also tried to tell me church was the answer.
I have zero issue with homosexuality, but that had nothing to do with my problem as I'm straight and have zero plans to have any sort of relations with men.
Posted on 3/15/17 at 7:03 pm to Jcorye1
yet
Posted on 3/15/17 at 8:04 pm to Jorts R Us
I'd have to say it was when I started using hotel lobby restrooms to beat-off.
Posted on 3/15/17 at 8:08 pm to Rouge
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pretty sure i found her in Manhattan....and in Space...and on Treasure Island...and then she was Most Wanted....after a Great Caper
Now that's funny.
Posted on 3/15/17 at 8:16 pm to g8torhomer
Holy frick man. Good for you. Damn
Posted on 3/15/17 at 8:24 pm to CrimsonTideMD
So sorry to hear that. Was it a accident ?
Posted on 3/15/17 at 8:25 pm to redstick13
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Hurricane Rita wrecked my shite
* Split with my wife
we had to escape a forest fire.
winds roaring at 60 MPH and the smoke black. embers falling.
My wife was such an a-hole.
a lot of what came down is not going away.
no trust.
I am a sex addict or I would have dumped her long ago.
I have had a series of O-T hotties including one who was certainly the O-T 10 you dream of. face, body and smart. She was certifiable.
currently: a former model, perfect body. sensitive, talented. certifiable.
I swear.
I know how to pick them.
If I ever get out of this, I will confess how it started.
and the truth is, my previous SO started very similarly. just a little more lustful and crazy than this one.
back to low point
1,300 houses burned. a guy I know died in the fire. a neighbor committed suicide two days after they got back. a friend of mine calls it THE DESOLATION OF SMAUG. as if a fire dragon burned it all.
I am thinking of running away to Hawaii. flowers. life.
Posted on 3/15/17 at 8:49 pm to Jorts R Us
I woke up this morning dreaming I took a college mathematics final and couldn't figure out any of the problems. It was one of those situations where I knew I was screwed before the teacher handed out the tests. I was really mad at him. As he was handing out the tests I said, "I wish you would have explained some of this to us during the semester."
I sat through the duration of the class looking around at everyone else working away on their tests while I never put pencil to paper.
I'm forever having dreams where I'm not meeting quotas at work and on the verge of being fired. They all seem very real and I feel like a failure when I first wake up.
Anyone know the significance of these temporarily depressing dreams?
I sat through the duration of the class looking around at everyone else working away on their tests while I never put pencil to paper.
I'm forever having dreams where I'm not meeting quotas at work and on the verge of being fired. They all seem very real and I feel like a failure when I first wake up.
Anyone know the significance of these temporarily depressing dreams?
Posted on 3/15/17 at 8:57 pm to Jorts R Us
The passing of my son. He was a baby. Most painful thing I ever said was "it's time to turn
Off the machines." My wife asked "if they were sure there isn't anything else they could do?" They turned the sound off, but I watched the heartbeat go flat. It changed me as a person. I have bonds with all my children. It's amazing how much you can love something so much in such a short period of time. I pleaded with God to take my life instead. God doesn't make deals.
Off the machines." My wife asked "if they were sure there isn't anything else they could do?" They turned the sound off, but I watched the heartbeat go flat. It changed me as a person. I have bonds with all my children. It's amazing how much you can love something so much in such a short period of time. I pleaded with God to take my life instead. God doesn't make deals.
Posted on 3/15/17 at 9:10 pm to chinese58
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Anyone know the significance of these temporarily depressing dreams?
I used to have dreams like these quite often. Used to be about missing a final or something school related where i shite the bed academically. As for your dream about being screwed for the final, i actually lived that IRL several years back taking an organic chem final. Just turned that sucker in after about 5 minutes
But the worst were the dreams i had about my pops for several weeks after his passing. I'd wake up from them believing for a brief moment he was still around. Definitely my lowest point, but time heals.
Posted on 3/15/17 at 9:18 pm to CelticDog
You were the arsonist weren't you.
Posted on 3/15/17 at 9:18 pm to Jorts R Us
25 years old. Love of my life breaks off the relationship. Engages to another man. A week later my mom dies instantly of a blood clot. I am working a crappy job. Feeling like killing myself. I walk into a health unit and sign myself voluntarily to a mental hospital. I am in green well springs for 28 days more doped up on sedatives that I constantly nap and drool on my bed pillows. The doctor tells me there is no hope for my condition. He tells me that I am fricked.
I keep fighting the racing thoughts. I keep the faith. 2 years later I have an opportunity for a better job. I struggle mentally until 2000. I end up in ICU at olol. I have major pancreatis and have no hope for survival. I lose 42 pounds in 23 days. I leave the hospital by a miracle. I stay with my parents. I now have a colostomy bag to contend with for the next six months. I search for a new psychiaritrist. The old doctor never checked on me while I was in ICU. This new psych dr places me on two meds. Within 4 months, my symptoms disappear and my life becomes more joyful. Never give up !
I keep fighting the racing thoughts. I keep the faith. 2 years later I have an opportunity for a better job. I struggle mentally until 2000. I end up in ICU at olol. I have major pancreatis and have no hope for survival. I lose 42 pounds in 23 days. I leave the hospital by a miracle. I stay with my parents. I now have a colostomy bag to contend with for the next six months. I search for a new psychiaritrist. The old doctor never checked on me while I was in ICU. This new psych dr places me on two meds. Within 4 months, my symptoms disappear and my life becomes more joyful. Never give up !
Posted on 3/16/17 at 12:05 am to ZeroSix
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I used to have dreams like these quite often. Used to be about missing a final or something school related where i shite the bed academically. As for your dream about being screwed for the final, i actually lived that IRL several years back taking an organic chem final. Just turned that sucker in after about 5 minutes
Did the same on a biochemistry exam when I was a senior. Never went to class, only had a few hours left to graduate, and had already fulfilled my degree requirements for my major. I was taking the course to prep for med school if I wanted to go in that direction, and I had to pass the time somehow other than spending six nights a week in shitty college bars. It was also the morning after my 21st birthday.
Took a look at the first question, walked up to the professor, handed the exam in blank other than my name, walked to the registrar's office, and dropped the class. Orgo was a bitch, and I was stupid to even think of putting myself through more stress with biochem.
This post was edited on 3/16/17 at 12:08 am
Posted on 3/16/17 at 7:30 am to AbuTheMonkey
My son just called me and told me our dog died. Three weeks ago our other dog died of an unrelated illness, and our cat died 3 days ago of old age. Pretty sure this is his lowest day so far in his 12 years of life. Animals ranged from 17 to 9 years old. Poor kid is on his way to school now. RIP, Koa, Aja and Yoda.
This post was edited on 3/16/17 at 7:36 am
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