Are you talking about me perhaps?
(Can’t I let them out for some… Exercise?)
Are you talking about me perhaps?
(Can’t I let them out for some… Exercise?)
Did you unlock the magic door? As an aside… didn’t I read someplace that you were taking a vacation from here? Things all worked out okay? Aren’t demons worse than trollies?
Wasn’t it Pandora who discovered that it’s a lot easier to open the box than close it again?
Isn’t useless counseling infuriating?
Counselor: Does that $thing make you sad? Are you… Crying? Do you want to talk about it? …your hands look soaked, would you like a tissue?
Me: am I honestly paying you money for you to talk to me like a second grade Nancy Drew novel? (I didn’t say that, she was legitimately nice)
OMG it was you wasn’t it?
How are you going to get them back behind the door now that they’ve tasted freedom?
Erm, perhaps I should mention that my long-pending PhD is in psychology? lol
And though my research has to do with socializing low- and moderate-functioning autistics, haven’t I done my share of therapy during my clinical rotation? Don’t I suck at it? Didn’t I nearly get thrown out of the program for once suggesting that a sex addict, who was forced into therapy by the legal system, should monetize her addiction and become a high-end escort? Wasn’t she in therapy because the court system demanded it, and not because she wanted to change her behavior?
Wanna do a medium term study on a high functioning psychopath with moderate anxiety issues who also displays narcissist tendencies as well as relationship disassociation?
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No? You got that covered with basically all of San Jose?
Magnet perhaps? Shit, where did I put the magnets!?
On your wrists?
Isn’t that an intriguing description of some fairly significant pathology, and certainly beyond my limited abilities?
Wait… are you a character in a Chuck Palahniuk novel? O_O
Don’t all narcissists think they are psychopaths? Or is it all psychopaths think they are narcissists?
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Or are they are both calling you from inside the house!?
(Nah I’m just run of the mill crazy, but don’t I wish I could be super cool crazy? My sister in law though… Ever met a morbid and self aware RN?)
Isn’t that an interesting question? Why do you ask it? (Do I know anything of him other than that he was the author of the novel that the Fight Club movie is based on? Was that some kind of pithy bon mot that just went sailing right over my head with an annoying whistling noise?)
And why am I posting at 2:00 am?
Aren’t I fortunate that I’ve only ever met one real psychopath, and he gives me nightmares still? And don’t true narcissists seldom seek therapy?
Didn’t I date one of those once?
When did cannabis stop being available everywhere in Belgium? And why did no one warn me of this?
And why is the BBS yelling at me for making too many posts in a thread with what, 12,000 posts?!?
Isn’t that odd, since some of us have over 1000 posts here? Maybe it’s a daily thing?
Dear my kids language arts teacher WTFF? I mean really WTFF? You want to do stuff with instagram for your class as a requirement per the syllabus? I know cell phone are the thing with kids cause of helicopter parents and pay phones have vanished, but not every kid in 8th grade is gonna have a smart phone or have one that is not locked down by smart enough parents, and even better why they hell did the school give you this nice web site for posting updates to the class that everyone can use from any simple web browser if you are just going to ignore it for smartphone hijinks?
…so you met Steve Jobs and dated my wife’s sister?
(Too easy, lacks originality, rework joke and come back next week)
1725–I mean 1726 posts, does that mean @OtherMichael has induced me to waste a contiguous month of time?
Did anybody else consider Fight Club pivotal because it kindled a renewed fascination with mustards?
Or any time you have three-in-a-row?