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Posted on 7/13/13 at 6:28 pm to 777Tiger
One time at Band Camp.........
Posted on 7/13/13 at 7:12 pm to fatboydave
I stuck a flute up my .....
Posted on 7/13/13 at 7:14 pm to bulldog95
a-hole .....
Posted on 7/13/13 at 8:12 pm to StealthCalais11
The Dianeae house or whatever one was pretty good.
Posted on 7/13/13 at 8:59 pm to Hoodoo Man
Posted on 7/14/13 at 2:23 pm to bulldog95
Damn from Reddit. This one Cray
A long time ago, began dating a girl.
Girl turned out to be a genius-level sociopath. How do I make this long story short?
A member of her family engaged only in manipulations in order to control her. So it's all she learned from growing up.
Her: IQ, like 140 or higher. Hid it. Seemed normal to everyone. Honestly believes that everyone exists to serve her. Won't ask for things normally, if she wants something, engages in social manipulations. She's deadly patient too.
We were together on and off for a while, for years. Some highlights (or lowlights)
•Manipulated me into selling most of my possessions, then spent the money on mostly drugs.
•Stole my bank account information, bought herself tons of shite, then something for me. The birthday present overdrew my account, starting a chain reaction of shite, I didn't find out till almost a year later, she threw out letters from the bank. *Continued writing bad checks from account, a year later almost received felony bad check charges, had to hire a lawyer for about seven grand (plus the amount of the bad checks) so that I wouldn't have anything on my record.
•I found out much later that she kept 6-7 guys 'on the line' at all times, all for different reasons. She was 'long term' dating most of us, because she thought we would have a future (future doctors, lawyers, basically anyone who had a shot at 'making it'.) A couple were just for sexual reasons, and I found out she went to swinger parties and used to bed about 2 random guys a month. This of course, totally unknown to me at the time, she had me (and everyone else) totally fooled.
•After I finally sorted it out that she was no good, and left(temporary, she always roped me back in until I found out the whole truth) she tried (and in many cases succeeded) to sabotage any relationship I attempted to start. She actually was able to manipulate people into spying on me, manipulate guys into hating me and trying to fight me, etc etc. I would go to parties, and random dudes would show up and try and kick my arse, cause she'd sexed them up, then told them that i'd abused her and so on. She even got a couple girls to seek me out, lie and get me to go out on dates with them, so they could report back to her. Sometimes I'd be dating a girl, and after a month the girl would just vanish, my phone was blocked, etc. I'd find out later that she had been contacted by my ex, and that she had sat her down and lied (He's married, he has two kids, he's got this STD, he's cheating on you with me, all of course totally untrue, but she'd present convincing evidence, then make friends with the girl, and increase the cult of women who hated me.) We were off and on because of this (realize, I didn't know she was the cause of any of this, she was damn slick) for years and years.
I could go on. The craziest part was, I look back at what she said to me during our first date, and realize that she was *setting up manipulations that very first day that she didn't kick in until sometimes 2 and 3 years later. * That shite still blows my mind. It means on our first date, she was PLANNING to frick me over in all these ways.
A long time ago, began dating a girl.
Girl turned out to be a genius-level sociopath. How do I make this long story short?
A member of her family engaged only in manipulations in order to control her. So it's all she learned from growing up.
Her: IQ, like 140 or higher. Hid it. Seemed normal to everyone. Honestly believes that everyone exists to serve her. Won't ask for things normally, if she wants something, engages in social manipulations. She's deadly patient too.
We were together on and off for a while, for years. Some highlights (or lowlights)
•Manipulated me into selling most of my possessions, then spent the money on mostly drugs.
•Stole my bank account information, bought herself tons of shite, then something for me. The birthday present overdrew my account, starting a chain reaction of shite, I didn't find out till almost a year later, she threw out letters from the bank. *Continued writing bad checks from account, a year later almost received felony bad check charges, had to hire a lawyer for about seven grand (plus the amount of the bad checks) so that I wouldn't have anything on my record.
•I found out much later that she kept 6-7 guys 'on the line' at all times, all for different reasons. She was 'long term' dating most of us, because she thought we would have a future (future doctors, lawyers, basically anyone who had a shot at 'making it'.) A couple were just for sexual reasons, and I found out she went to swinger parties and used to bed about 2 random guys a month. This of course, totally unknown to me at the time, she had me (and everyone else) totally fooled.
•After I finally sorted it out that she was no good, and left(temporary, she always roped me back in until I found out the whole truth) she tried (and in many cases succeeded) to sabotage any relationship I attempted to start. She actually was able to manipulate people into spying on me, manipulate guys into hating me and trying to fight me, etc etc. I would go to parties, and random dudes would show up and try and kick my arse, cause she'd sexed them up, then told them that i'd abused her and so on. She even got a couple girls to seek me out, lie and get me to go out on dates with them, so they could report back to her. Sometimes I'd be dating a girl, and after a month the girl would just vanish, my phone was blocked, etc. I'd find out later that she had been contacted by my ex, and that she had sat her down and lied (He's married, he has two kids, he's got this STD, he's cheating on you with me, all of course totally untrue, but she'd present convincing evidence, then make friends with the girl, and increase the cult of women who hated me.) We were off and on because of this (realize, I didn't know she was the cause of any of this, she was damn slick) for years and years.
I could go on. The craziest part was, I look back at what she said to me during our first date, and realize that she was *setting up manipulations that very first day that she didn't kick in until sometimes 2 and 3 years later. * That shite still blows my mind. It means on our first date, she was PLANNING to frick me over in all these ways.
Posted on 7/14/13 at 2:23 pm to Derrick Zoolambder
WHAT DID SHE SAY ON THE FIRST DATE?!
Lots: It was a long date. The part that sticks out in my mind was when she said (and i'm paraphrasing here) something like this conversation:
Her: Oh god this is such a good date. The last guy I was with was very needy.
(me, in my head: Note to self, don't be needy. She's independent and needs space...)
Me: Oh yeah? how was he needy?
Her: Well, we were dating when I finished high school. He wanted to move with me to college. Too much! I mean, I can see myself letting someone move with me in the future, if it was the 'perfect' guy, but in that situation it just made me unattracted to him. (Then she changes subject)
(me, in my head: Hm. She doesn't seem to be interested in anything serious. )
But this was all a ruse. I found later that she already knew at that point that in a year she would be moving again. She had me marked as someone she wanted to have supporting her in several ways.
How do you get a normal, sane male to drop his whole life , leave his pals and sell all his stuff to support a girl? Convince him that his current situation sucks, and convince him that his girlfriend wants him to move with her, and that she's never felt as strongly for anyone.
Over the next year, she subtly created all kinds of issues between me and my roomates, to the point where after a while we were at each other's throats. Then, one day when things were particularly bad between me and my roomates, she got me by myself and broke down crying. She'd gotten a letter in the mail, accepting her transfer to her dreaaaam school. But she didn't feel like she could go.
Why ? I said. Because she loved me too much to leave me. Like many guys in that situation, I bet you can predict what I said next.
(me) What if I moved with you ! I could get a job!
(her) Stunned: You'd be willing to do that! It would mean so much to me! But ..... you'd have to drop everything! I have to leave in two weeks!!!!!! You cant!
(me) Things are shitty here. Challenge accepted.
Found two years later she'd been accepted for transfer days after our first date. She manipulated me into getting my own place instead of a place together because "She's getting crazy financial aid and grants for staying in the dorms, it's nearly free" when in reality she was pulling most of the money from loans or me. She wanted to be away from me in the dorms where she could cheat at will.
I found all this out, because she kept a diary, which I didn't even know existed for years. She jealously guarded the knowledge of it's existence, and it almost never left her person. I began to notice it after about 2 years. I had been put through the ringer in a few ways, I started hunting that diary.
I was able to get my hands on it for about 20 minutes one day when she ran out to help a friend with a flat (probably a lie, more likely a drug deal) . She was supposed to be gone an hour, but forgot her purse in the rush to get out the door. I never could have guessed what was in there.
shite like this: on our two year 'anniversary' (she broke up with me occasionally, for manipulation purposes) I came to visit her, and she wasn't able to get off work. (waitress). I went to hang out with her at 5 pm on a 15 minute break, she talked with me, and said that she was getting off work at 8 or 9. I said cool, I'd meet her at her dorm/apartment thingy. I went to her house, (I had a key) and spent hours making this crazy arse dinner and setting up the apartment. She came home about 9, we had dinner, she said she didn't feel like messing around (normal) and we went to sleep.
The diary stated that she actually got off work at 5 that night.She waited for me to leave, knowing I would do something special for her at home. Then she went to a local club, picked up a random guy, fricked his brains out IN THE BATHROOM, then ditched him, came home, ate her dinner, and went to sleep.
You can't read a lot in 20 minutes, especially when it's heart-wrenching, but I knew enough after she got home (she came back SUPER early from her friends 'flat tire' and IMMEDIATELY went for her purse to subtly check to see if things were disturbed) to have made up my mind.
I played it cool, and did nothing, and waited for her to predictably start fricking around with me again. I'd read in the diary too that she left me periodically to make me feel like I wasn't good enough for her, so that I would continually be chasing her. I stopped sleeping with her (not hard, since she didn't want to anyways) . The next time she threw a fit, pretending I was awful and not worthy and 'what is WRONG with you!"
I just told her that I had read the diary.
I'll never, ever forget the look on her face. Crazy shock and rage and......Then, nothing. Cold. She put on a smile that froze my blood. It was like when Kevin Spacey starts walking normal at the end of ~~ LA confidential.~~ The Usual Suspects. The smile was perfect and warm, like I was the only man on earth. She said "I'll never forgive you for that." , turned and walked out.
All the bullshite in my life stopped on a dime. I couldn't believe how entrenched she was in everything. She quit trying , so all the 'puppets' she had to influence me came out of the woodwork, telling me the truth, slowly. I avoided her like the plague until I moved out of state.
She's still watching, tho. I hadn't spoke with her or seen her in years, and years. This was all before the advent of facebook really, and so I never had her as a friend. When she learned that I was engaged she sent me a message there, I blocked her without responding , of course, but, I couldn't tell what the purpose of the message was. Probably to draw me out, see if I was vulnerable.
Thanks to her, I'm not.
Lots: It was a long date. The part that sticks out in my mind was when she said (and i'm paraphrasing here) something like this conversation:
Her: Oh god this is such a good date. The last guy I was with was very needy.
(me, in my head: Note to self, don't be needy. She's independent and needs space...)
Me: Oh yeah? how was he needy?
Her: Well, we were dating when I finished high school. He wanted to move with me to college. Too much! I mean, I can see myself letting someone move with me in the future, if it was the 'perfect' guy, but in that situation it just made me unattracted to him. (Then she changes subject)
(me, in my head: Hm. She doesn't seem to be interested in anything serious. )
But this was all a ruse. I found later that she already knew at that point that in a year she would be moving again. She had me marked as someone she wanted to have supporting her in several ways.
How do you get a normal, sane male to drop his whole life , leave his pals and sell all his stuff to support a girl? Convince him that his current situation sucks, and convince him that his girlfriend wants him to move with her, and that she's never felt as strongly for anyone.
Over the next year, she subtly created all kinds of issues between me and my roomates, to the point where after a while we were at each other's throats. Then, one day when things were particularly bad between me and my roomates, she got me by myself and broke down crying. She'd gotten a letter in the mail, accepting her transfer to her dreaaaam school. But she didn't feel like she could go.
Why ? I said. Because she loved me too much to leave me. Like many guys in that situation, I bet you can predict what I said next.
(me) What if I moved with you ! I could get a job!
(her) Stunned: You'd be willing to do that! It would mean so much to me! But ..... you'd have to drop everything! I have to leave in two weeks!!!!!! You cant!
(me) Things are shitty here. Challenge accepted.
Found two years later she'd been accepted for transfer days after our first date. She manipulated me into getting my own place instead of a place together because "She's getting crazy financial aid and grants for staying in the dorms, it's nearly free" when in reality she was pulling most of the money from loans or me. She wanted to be away from me in the dorms where she could cheat at will.
I found all this out, because she kept a diary, which I didn't even know existed for years. She jealously guarded the knowledge of it's existence, and it almost never left her person. I began to notice it after about 2 years. I had been put through the ringer in a few ways, I started hunting that diary.
I was able to get my hands on it for about 20 minutes one day when she ran out to help a friend with a flat (probably a lie, more likely a drug deal) . She was supposed to be gone an hour, but forgot her purse in the rush to get out the door. I never could have guessed what was in there.
shite like this: on our two year 'anniversary' (she broke up with me occasionally, for manipulation purposes) I came to visit her, and she wasn't able to get off work. (waitress). I went to hang out with her at 5 pm on a 15 minute break, she talked with me, and said that she was getting off work at 8 or 9. I said cool, I'd meet her at her dorm/apartment thingy. I went to her house, (I had a key) and spent hours making this crazy arse dinner and setting up the apartment. She came home about 9, we had dinner, she said she didn't feel like messing around (normal) and we went to sleep.
The diary stated that she actually got off work at 5 that night.She waited for me to leave, knowing I would do something special for her at home. Then she went to a local club, picked up a random guy, fricked his brains out IN THE BATHROOM, then ditched him, came home, ate her dinner, and went to sleep.
You can't read a lot in 20 minutes, especially when it's heart-wrenching, but I knew enough after she got home (she came back SUPER early from her friends 'flat tire' and IMMEDIATELY went for her purse to subtly check to see if things were disturbed) to have made up my mind.
I played it cool, and did nothing, and waited for her to predictably start fricking around with me again. I'd read in the diary too that she left me periodically to make me feel like I wasn't good enough for her, so that I would continually be chasing her. I stopped sleeping with her (not hard, since she didn't want to anyways) . The next time she threw a fit, pretending I was awful and not worthy and 'what is WRONG with you!"
I just told her that I had read the diary.
I'll never, ever forget the look on her face. Crazy shock and rage and......Then, nothing. Cold. She put on a smile that froze my blood. It was like when Kevin Spacey starts walking normal at the end of ~~ LA confidential.~~ The Usual Suspects. The smile was perfect and warm, like I was the only man on earth. She said "I'll never forgive you for that." , turned and walked out.
All the bullshite in my life stopped on a dime. I couldn't believe how entrenched she was in everything. She quit trying , so all the 'puppets' she had to influence me came out of the woodwork, telling me the truth, slowly. I avoided her like the plague until I moved out of state.
She's still watching, tho. I hadn't spoke with her or seen her in years, and years. This was all before the advent of facebook really, and so I never had her as a friend. When she learned that I was engaged she sent me a message there, I blocked her without responding , of course, but, I couldn't tell what the purpose of the message was. Probably to draw me out, see if I was vulnerable.
Thanks to her, I'm not.
Posted on 7/14/13 at 3:31 pm to magildachunks
quote:
Basically, don't walk under the overpass at night.There are some sketchy bums under there right now. This is especially directed at you LL.
Holy shite.
Well you just diminished any considerations I had to cross it at night.
Posted on 7/14/13 at 4:33 pm to LouisianaLady
Here's a true story one of our first sergeants told us he had.
They had a young serviceman who began coming to work dissheveled, you could tell he was having issues. When questioned about it he was hesitant, but finally opened up and explained to them how he had been seeing things at night in his dormroom. Around the same time every night there was a figure coming from the ceiling and yelling at him. Upon hearing this they take him to mental health and are literally in the process of comitting him.
One of the guys on bay orderly was charged with fixing up his room thereafter and either sees someone in the room, or finds some evidence of someone being in the room when there shouldn't have been. They start to checking around though and a kid who had gone AWOL a couple weeks prior was living in the ceiling, and coming out at night to scare the kid.
Somehow an I'm sorry doesn't seem like it would have done that situation justice.
They had a young serviceman who began coming to work dissheveled, you could tell he was having issues. When questioned about it he was hesitant, but finally opened up and explained to them how he had been seeing things at night in his dormroom. Around the same time every night there was a figure coming from the ceiling and yelling at him. Upon hearing this they take him to mental health and are literally in the process of comitting him.
One of the guys on bay orderly was charged with fixing up his room thereafter and either sees someone in the room, or finds some evidence of someone being in the room when there shouldn't have been. They start to checking around though and a kid who had gone AWOL a couple weeks prior was living in the ceiling, and coming out at night to scare the kid.
Somehow an I'm sorry doesn't seem like it would have done that situation justice.
Posted on 7/14/13 at 5:35 pm to Fusaichi Pegasus
Link the cave story please
Posted on 7/14/13 at 5:57 pm to TigerFan2211
quote:]
Link the cave story please
It's on the first or second page.
Posted on 7/14/13 at 6:20 pm to magildachunks
That Spongebob story made me shudder big time.
Posted on 7/14/13 at 8:15 pm to Circle K Beggar
I have been reading this entire thread the past few days (only during the day) and I feel like I can add my story.
I was maybe 11-12 and loved to ride my bike around my neighborhood. In the back of the neighborhood was a little park that not many people went to. It was a fenced park and there were only 2 ways in. One was a car entrance on a main road. The other entrance was at the dead end of one of the neighborhood streets. Me and a friend would occasionally ride our bikes there to do some "offroading". My mom never told me why but she didn’t want me going there. I thought it was because sometimes we would catch the occasional college couple "studying" if you know what I mean. But it was rare to see people.
We go one summer day late afternoon/evening prolly around 4 or 5. We were doing our normal deal and going up and down the hills just minding our own business. My friend was in front of me and stopped by a tree. He waves me over to "come see" and i figure he had found another couple making out or more. His eyes were big so I figured thats what it was. As I am riding to catch up with him, he turns and screams at me "WE GOTTA GO, NOW!" I figured the couple had seen him but when I saw his eyes, I knew it was time to go.
He darts right for the neighborhood exit and I follow without question. It is about a 10 minute ride back to his house so I was scared. It was about 200 yards to get out of the park and just as I was getting my bike through the narrow spot, (you could only walk a bike through because it was so narrow) I made the mistake of looking behind me. I saw a guy running behind us a good ways (maybe75 yards). When he sees us getting through that spot. He starts running for the parking lot. I see there is only one car in the lot, remember the park stays empty most of the time. Its a little red pickup truck.
As soon as we get out of the park, my friend decides he wants to go backroads of the hood since the man may not know them. I said I am going the quickest way (on the main road) and he reluctantly agreed. We take off as fast as our legs can peddle, still terrified. I am constantly looking behind me to see if I see the red truck. After riding for about 5 minutes and not seeing it. I start to slow down a little to catch my breath and so does my friend.
We are about 100 yards away from his house and we both think we are home free. I look over my shoulder one more time and I see a red pickup driving down the road. Words cant express the fear I am feeling at this time. We book it as he is driving towards us. We get to his house and get in the door in time to see him slowly drive by the house.
We stayed at the window watching to see if the truck came back…it never did. I kept trying to ask what my friend saw, but he wouldn’t tell me. Since I wasn’t supposed to be there, I didn’t want to call my parents to come get me which meant I had to make the ride home later that night on my own. It was only about 5 blocks away but I swear I made it home in 2 minutes. My heart was beating like a drum the whole way. I never saw the red truck, though.
I don’t know why, but that friend and I stopped hanging as much. A few years later, though, he finally told me what he saw. Now I am sure this may seem exaggerated and it may be since it was stewing in his mind for a few years, but if I saw what he said he saw, I would be scarred to this day.
He said he saw the guy sitting by a fire. His back was to us, but it looked like he was meditating or something. He thought it was funny which is why he called me to come see it. He swears the guy couldn’t have known we were there but he slowly turned his head and looked at my friend. He said he had dark eyes and then smirked at him. He knew at that point this guy was bad news. I have no idea what the guy was doing but I never had any desire to seek out the truth. All these stories where people “have to know the truth”…screw that. I wanted to suppress that memory as best I could and I did that.
I finally came clean to my mom about it a few years later. She said the reason I wasn’t supposed to go was that she had heard about Witchcraft or devil worshipping type stuff going on there since it was so secluded. I don’t know why she didn’t just tell me that because had I known, I never would have stepped foot in that place. I still get chills thinking about what would have happened if that guy caught up to us.
I was maybe 11-12 and loved to ride my bike around my neighborhood. In the back of the neighborhood was a little park that not many people went to. It was a fenced park and there were only 2 ways in. One was a car entrance on a main road. The other entrance was at the dead end of one of the neighborhood streets. Me and a friend would occasionally ride our bikes there to do some "offroading". My mom never told me why but she didn’t want me going there. I thought it was because sometimes we would catch the occasional college couple "studying" if you know what I mean. But it was rare to see people.
We go one summer day late afternoon/evening prolly around 4 or 5. We were doing our normal deal and going up and down the hills just minding our own business. My friend was in front of me and stopped by a tree. He waves me over to "come see" and i figure he had found another couple making out or more. His eyes were big so I figured thats what it was. As I am riding to catch up with him, he turns and screams at me "WE GOTTA GO, NOW!" I figured the couple had seen him but when I saw his eyes, I knew it was time to go.
He darts right for the neighborhood exit and I follow without question. It is about a 10 minute ride back to his house so I was scared. It was about 200 yards to get out of the park and just as I was getting my bike through the narrow spot, (you could only walk a bike through because it was so narrow) I made the mistake of looking behind me. I saw a guy running behind us a good ways (maybe75 yards). When he sees us getting through that spot. He starts running for the parking lot. I see there is only one car in the lot, remember the park stays empty most of the time. Its a little red pickup truck.
As soon as we get out of the park, my friend decides he wants to go backroads of the hood since the man may not know them. I said I am going the quickest way (on the main road) and he reluctantly agreed. We take off as fast as our legs can peddle, still terrified. I am constantly looking behind me to see if I see the red truck. After riding for about 5 minutes and not seeing it. I start to slow down a little to catch my breath and so does my friend.
We are about 100 yards away from his house and we both think we are home free. I look over my shoulder one more time and I see a red pickup driving down the road. Words cant express the fear I am feeling at this time. We book it as he is driving towards us. We get to his house and get in the door in time to see him slowly drive by the house.
We stayed at the window watching to see if the truck came back…it never did. I kept trying to ask what my friend saw, but he wouldn’t tell me. Since I wasn’t supposed to be there, I didn’t want to call my parents to come get me which meant I had to make the ride home later that night on my own. It was only about 5 blocks away but I swear I made it home in 2 minutes. My heart was beating like a drum the whole way. I never saw the red truck, though.
I don’t know why, but that friend and I stopped hanging as much. A few years later, though, he finally told me what he saw. Now I am sure this may seem exaggerated and it may be since it was stewing in his mind for a few years, but if I saw what he said he saw, I would be scarred to this day.
He said he saw the guy sitting by a fire. His back was to us, but it looked like he was meditating or something. He thought it was funny which is why he called me to come see it. He swears the guy couldn’t have known we were there but he slowly turned his head and looked at my friend. He said he had dark eyes and then smirked at him. He knew at that point this guy was bad news. I have no idea what the guy was doing but I never had any desire to seek out the truth. All these stories where people “have to know the truth”…screw that. I wanted to suppress that memory as best I could and I did that.
I finally came clean to my mom about it a few years later. She said the reason I wasn’t supposed to go was that she had heard about Witchcraft or devil worshipping type stuff going on there since it was so secluded. I don’t know why she didn’t just tell me that because had I known, I never would have stepped foot in that place. I still get chills thinking about what would have happened if that guy caught up to us.
Posted on 7/14/13 at 8:55 pm to CyrustheVirus
Frick that spongebob story. =|
Posted on 7/14/13 at 9:08 pm to Kay
can someone link the 9/11 video? not the one with the guy right before his death
Posted on 7/14/13 at 9:12 pm to CyrustheVirus
quote:
I have been reading this entire thread the past few days (only during the day) and I feel like I can add my story.
You mean, that good copypasta you found?
Posted on 7/14/13 at 9:18 pm to Fusaichi Pegasus
How many times has the dinosaur been walked in this thread?
Posted on 7/14/13 at 9:20 pm to Jet12
quote:
You mean, that good copypasta you found?
No this actually happened to me. Copy and paste any part of that and put it into google. Let me know what you find.
Spoiler alert
A link to this page.
ETA: actually google doesnt even show this page. Let me know when you find my copy and paste source.
This post was edited on 7/14/13 at 9:23 pm
Posted on 7/14/13 at 9:33 pm to The Boat
quote:
How many times has the dinosaur been walked in this thread?
I called inb4 on the first page and it hasn't happened yet.
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