przhevalsky: (Default)
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The Companion Cube. ;_;

OH GOD I'M SO SORRY FOR KILLING YOU IN PORTAL!!! D: D: D: *bawls*
przhevalsky: (Default)
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The Companion Cube. ;_;

OH GOD I'M SO SORRY FOR KILLING YOU IN PORTAL!!! D: D: D: *bawls*
przhevalsky: (Emi curious)
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Useful things, like art and crafting supplies.

... And an Asus Eee Slate because arting while at the desk is so painful somedays. :(
przhevalsky: (Emi curious)
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Useful things, like art and crafting supplies.

... And an Asus Eee Slate because arting while at the desk is so painful somedays. :(
przhevalsky: (Default)
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No. Not just no, but -hell no.- It won't accomplish anything it intends to, and will cripple the average internet user.

I posted my thoughts a little earlier today. See them here.
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No. Not just no, but -hell no.- It won't accomplish anything it intends to, and will cripple the average internet user.

I posted my thoughts a little earlier today. See them here.
przhevalsky: (FFX :: Shiva :: MBL :: Miss the winter)
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(As I'm making this public, I'm going to not name names. But my friends know who I'm talking about... Comments screened.)

This one could go two ways...

The biggest bully in my life was my former step-father. At school I had to deal with bullying from my peers and teachers, then I had to come home and deal with this... waste of flesh mentally and verbally abusing me and my mother. And treating my dogs like shit. I firmly remember one incident after we moved to our home out in the county, and the dogs wandering off into the cow pasture behind us. They eventually come back with me calling to them, but it didn't matter to my step-father, and he tried to shoot one of the dogs with a bb gun... While I was holding the dog. I heard the bb hit the fence post behind me.

Thankfully, he is gone, but 13 years of abuse at home isn't easy to forget or get over.

The other person is more recent... And it was much more subtle, for a time. The bully was my best friend of nearly 12 years. Our relationship didn't start off well, and it started with a lie. She lied about who she was. She lied about what was happening to her. I don't know, even to this day, what was truth and what was just one more lie. The only truth I could get was from her friends. Over the years, the lies she first told before we ever became friends, grew and grew, and finally all came to a head in March of 2005 when her lies were very publicly exposed. We stopped talking for a while after that, and that was when I first realized what kind of person she was. We eventually started talking again, and things would be fine, then I'd catch her lying, or she's get pissed over how I was living my life, and it'd turn into her trying to push me into living her way, but I'd had it with mental abuse, and so I'd stop talking to her.

We had some pretty epic arguments over the years.

This all finally ended in February of this year, when my fiance and I were again lied to, after driving to Atlanta for a convention, had nearly $100 stolen from us, and left to drive back home with the tiny bit of money we had left. We were lied to about the cost of the room, lied to about how many people could be in there, we were "conveniently" not told about other charges, and I didn't get to sell art at the convention since we no longer had money for a room, so I couldn't even remotely recoup some of my costs. I have still not fully recovered, financially, from all this. Emotionally, I don't know if I ever will.

My bullies have been mentally abusive. Even in school. And those have pushed me to being physically violent at times. I'm probably no better than them. :/
przhevalsky: (FFX :: Shiva :: MBL :: Miss the winter)
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(As I'm making this public, I'm going to not name names. But my friends know who I'm talking about... Comments screened.)

This one could go two ways...

The biggest bully in my life was my former step-father. At school I had to deal with bullying from my peers and teachers, then I had to come home and deal with this... waste of flesh mentally and verbally abusing me and my mother. And treating my dogs like shit. I firmly remember one incident after we moved to our home out in the county, and the dogs wandering off into the cow pasture behind us. They eventually come back with me calling to them, but it didn't matter to my step-father, and he tried to shoot one of the dogs with a bb gun... While I was holding the dog. I heard the bb hit the fence post behind me.

Thankfully, he is gone, but 13 years of abuse at home isn't easy to forget or get over.

The other person is more recent... And it was much more subtle, for a time. The bully was my best friend of nearly 12 years. Our relationship didn't start off well, and it started with a lie. She lied about who she was. She lied about what was happening to her. I don't know, even to this day, what was truth and what was just one more lie. The only truth I could get was from her friends. Over the years, the lies she first told before we ever became friends, grew and grew, and finally all came to a head in March of 2005 when her lies were very publicly exposed. We stopped talking for a while after that, and that was when I first realized what kind of person she was. We eventually started talking again, and things would be fine, then I'd catch her lying, or she's get pissed over how I was living my life, and it'd turn into her trying to push me into living her way, but I'd had it with mental abuse, and so I'd stop talking to her.

We had some pretty epic arguments over the years.

This all finally ended in February of this year, when my fiance and I were again lied to, after driving to Atlanta for a convention, had nearly $100 stolen from us, and left to drive back home with the tiny bit of money we had left. We were lied to about the cost of the room, lied to about how many people could be in there, we were "conveniently" not told about other charges, and I didn't get to sell art at the convention since we no longer had money for a room, so I couldn't even remotely recoup some of my costs. I have still not fully recovered, financially, from all this. Emotionally, I don't know if I ever will.

My bullies have been mentally abusive. Even in school. And those have pushed me to being physically violent at times. I'm probably no better than them. :/
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Finishing fixing up mamaw's house so we can move in. :3
przhevalsky: (Netherdrake)
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Yeah, I don't know anyone that could say their parents didn't make any big mistakes.

I mean... from the beginning, there were problems. My mom and dad were divorced when I was a child. Under pressure that I -had- to have a father-figure (even though I had Papaw), my mom remarried when I was like 4-5. And we proceeded to have 13 years of hell because Joe was a total dick.

My dad is still pretty distant, and hard as shit to get a hold of, so I think he feels guilty. He did, however, always pay his child support. ... Even if he did let the woman he married after he divorced my mom talk him into attempting to kidnap me. ... That was not a fun summer. I can clearly remember her yelling at my dad while he was trying to cover up some of my horrible, oozing mosquito bites (fucking Florida and your fucking mosquitoes), "Don't waste those band-aids on her!" ... Fuck you too, bitch.

However, despite any issues it may have caused, I can't say I wish there'd been anything done differently. If it had been, I wouldn't be me.
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Among many things, the one that I will actually probably get to do is learn to ride well, Western and English.
przhevalsky: (Default)
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I normally don't answer these, but this one is kind of a point of discussion for me.

I used to think euthanasia of a human was flat out wrong. I still think it's an "easy" out for people who are guilty of killing someone/multiple people, because there are FAR worse things than death.

Like being kept alive while cancer is eating away at your body.

(Warning/Disclaimer here: This is my opinion. Like it or not. It may be upsetting to some people, and it was hard for me to write at times, but I've said it. You do not have to read this, or comment, I don't really expect it.)

This is long... )

In summary: Yes I would help them, staying would depend on the circumstance. I think it's disrespectful and selfish to keep a person that will never recover alive.

Edit: Since my post was misunderstood, I am screening all comments. I should have done this from the beginning.

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