False hope is bumming my stone. Horrendous news, days of pain, then an inconclusive test........ I just realized I hung a shitload of hope on this peg without meaning to. All other evidence points to the worst case but I just don't want it to be true. All my experience of inconclusive nuggets is that the rest of the box definitely taste like chicken. My inner child took control for a moment and fucked up my perspective on the reality of bad. So now I'm bummed. Because if I have so little control, I'm not going to make it through the shit that lies ahead.

You'll make it through, it just won't be pleasant. You know how unpleasant depends largely on your perspective, your frame of mind. You know why your bummed now but this news is behind you, try to rally for the long haul. OK?

You know what to do. It's the deciding to do part... Like Bruce said, time to rally.

Seems I was not the only one. It was chicken. But someone else was still convinced it could be something exotic and vegan. And still is, I think, even though the chef brought out the box with the ingredient list.

I had to cancel my credit card today, because somebody (rough language, and racial slurs.) who i'm sure is a kind and gentel soul. Hacked some company that I had done business with, and charged $50.00 on it with more charges pending. This is twice this has happened since last October. I won't say what I would like to say, because it is not politicly correct.

Not to take the title too literally...

Since most of the times anyone goes to a public bathroom is to pee, as a man I have the patriarchal privilege of a nearly exclusive relationship between my home toilet sit and my bum. It didn't always used to be like this, but I've changed, and I was happy with that change. Except that today I woke up just before work, I didn't have the time, and an hour or so later I've become desperate... Long story short, I've cheated. It was protected ofcourse, I used the large paper towels to cover the sit with double layers, I washed my hands 3 times over. But I feel like I crossed a line that I haven't crossed for years, and it's the first time for this particular toilet sit in my apt.

I am so confused. Is this about food poisoning?

A friend of mine's daughter has major red flags. I told her a year ago, she rationalized and brushed it off.

My friend has gone internet-dark for over two weeks now, since just a couple of days after her daughter's second birthday. Normally she is posting photos of her kid every two days on average, and at the very least responding to email. I sent one a week ago; nothing.

I'm basically assuming at this point that her daughter had her two-year checkup at the pediatrician, and my friend got told something she didn't want to hear. But I can't help her if she won't talk to me, dammit (the email I sent was innocuous, basic stupid update about our first day of school.)

Denial: it's better not to have it. :(

Sometimes denial is an essential survival tool. I'm beginning to appreciate it's value for some people. Coping is not a one-size-fits-all

You're right, sometimes dealing with it takes more energy than it's worth.

This is a realisation I have come to in recent years with regard to religion.

Compartmentalization is a survival tool, denial is compartmentalization gone wrong. In this case denial might be preventing her from getting whatever help she can get her daughter and I am guessing the emotional support and possible advice she might need herself (from Monster). It's getting a downvote from me.

I had no idea this was even possible.

Neglected horses end up with 3-foot-long curly hooves.

Some people just need killin'. :mad2:

So is that... Us? Has mankind bread so many generations of horses under human care that there is no longer selection for whichever genes used to control and shape the natural growth of healthy hooves?