Grandmaster Phoenix

Goddamnit Saha. Stop editing quotes!


Anyways, Frah:

1.)When homosexual couples have sexual relations, can they produce a child? NO.

There was also an example of something earlier, how high-fiving doesn't do anything. Sex is a method of reproduction. High-fiving was never really meant to do anything.

2.)Freedom of speech. I can oppose gay rights if I so please, as can you.

3.)IMO, its more of an issue of it being called "Marriage". "Marriage should be between a man and a woman". If they called it something nonreligious, like, Civil Union, I think alot of people would find it more acceptable, espically if it wasn't done in a church. TBH, I have no problem with a NONRELIGIOUS union between homosexuals.

So, a while back, I think I finally figured out exactly and precisely everything that is wrong with me. 
 
It is a combination of not giving a puppy about myself, not giving a puppy about other people, a negative outlook on life in general, and a sprinkle of depression.
 
So, last year was big.
 
It was my freshman year of college. Unlike most freshman, I never drank, never smoked, never had sex, didn't go to any parties, and generally sat around with other people who also weren't like typical freshman and just felt distant and lonely. That year I also had my first "girlfriend" if you want to call it that, we dated for two months and then she cheated on me with an ex. I never really did much of anything. Money was an issue, but to be quite honest, I couldn't be motivated to do jack shit. Second semester comes around, and I decide that I'm going to treat myself to a blacksmithing class. After a monitor stopped showing up, preventing me from accessing the tool room, I got a job as a monitor, which I still have today (I'm actually typing this while at work.). I make a bit of money off of some commissioned stuff as well, namely an axe head and some candle sticks. I'm still lonely. A lot. My roommate (Who was 110% not ready for college or anything beyond middle school) moved out after the first semester.
 
So, this year rolls around now, and one day, it hit me - I suck. This whole thing began to hit me when this girl invited me over to her room one night. There were 4 other people there. She sits down, starts doing her homework, and talking with those 4 other people. I realize that I am sitting there and not doing anything about it. So, my immediate solution is to well, leave. No goodbyes, nothing, I just got up and left. After an hour and a half of being invited somewhere for the sole purpose of being ignored, I think that's a fair thing to do. That night, for the first time, I proceeded to go to a party and get really really drunk.
 
None of that matters except for this bit - I had fun. Like, a lot of fun. Which is weird.
 
I realized that I was better than that, and I deserved better than that, and I therefor got better than that. I might have spent all night sitting in that goddamn room otherwise, who knows? 
 
I also, at this time, decide to start putting some effort into talking to everyone, and being somewhat nicer. It's working pretty well. 
 
Also, at this time, my dorm decides that it's going to start a cardio workout program in the basement. I decide to join up. My RA was heading the program, and he had about 20 people to start with. It began to dwindle, first to 15, then to 5, and now there's 3 of us. I'm the only one who hasn't missed a single workout.
 
Did I mention that I tested into a normal BMI range for the first time ever? This was about the time that people started treating me like a real person, with interests and feelings and valid thoughts. People actually paid attention to me and tried to talk to me, instead of leaving me in a role more suited to a piece of furniture during a conversation. 
 
Things are turning around. 
 
I've been drunk a few times, partied a bit, and I've been able to control myself while I'm at it. I have a very high GPA, a lot of friends, some closer than others, and I actually feel like I am valuable. 
 
And I've quite honestly, never been happy(ier?). 

that sure was smart and original
 
ive never heard a person in the UK think america was dumb before wow

So, a while back, I think I finally figured out exactly and precisely everything that is wrong with me. 
 
It is a combination of not giving a puppy about myself, not giving a puppy about other people, a negative outlook on life in general, and a sprinkle of depression.
 
So, last year was big.
 
It was my freshman year of college. Unlike most freshman, I never drank, never smoked, never had sex, didn't go to any parties, and generally sat around with other people who also weren't like typical freshman and just felt distant and lonely. That year I also had my first "girlfriend" if you want to call it that, we dated for two months and then she cheated on me with an ex. I never really did much of anything. Money was an issue, but to be quite honest, I couldn't be motivated to do jack shit. Second semester comes around, and I decide that I'm going to treat myself to a blacksmithing class. After a monitor stopped showing up, preventing me from accessing the tool room, I got a job as a monitor, which I still have today (I'm actually typing this while at work.). I make a bit of money off of some commissioned stuff as well, namely an axe head and some candle sticks. I'm still lonely. A lot. My roommate (Who was 110% not ready for college or anything beyond middle school) moved out after the first semester.
 
So, this year rolls around now, and one day, it hit me - I suck. This whole thing began to hit me when this girl invited me over to her room one night. There were 4 other people there. She sits down, starts doing her homework, and talking with those 4 other people. I realize that I am sitting there and not doing anything about it. So, my immediate solution is to well, leave. No goodbyes, nothing, I just got up and left. After an hour and a half of being invited somewhere for the sole purpose of being ignored, I think that's a fair thing to do. That night, for the first time, I proceeded to go to a party and get really really drunk.
 
None of that matters except for this bit - I had fun. Like, a lot of fun. Which is weird.
 
I realized that I was better than that, and I deserved better than that, and I therefor got better than that. I might have spent all night sitting in that goddamn room otherwise, who knows? 
 
I also, at this time, decide to start putting some effort into talking to everyone, and being somewhat nicer. It's working pretty well. 
 
Also, at this time, my dorm decides that it's going to start a cardio workout program in the basement. I decide to join up. My RA was heading the program, and he had about 20 people to start with. It began to dwindle, first to 15, then to 5, and now there's 3 of us. I'm the only one who hasn't missed a single workout.
 
Did I mention that I tested into a normal BMI range for the first time ever? This was about the time that people started treating me like a real person, with interests and feelings and valid thoughts. People actually paid attention to me and tried to talk to me, instead of leaving me in a role more suited to a piece of furniture during a conversation. 
 
Things are turning around. 
 
I've been drunk a few times, partied a bit, and I've been able to control myself while I'm at it. I have a very high GPA, a lot of friends, some closer than others, and I actually feel like I am valuable. 
 
And I've quite honestly, never been happy(ier?). 

So, a while back, I think I finally figured out exactly and precisely everything that is wrong with me. 
 
It is a combination of not giving a puppy about myself, not giving a puppy about other people, a negative outlook on life in general, and a sprinkle of depression.
 
So, last year was big.
 
It was my freshman year of college. Unlike most freshman, I never drank, never smoked, never had sex, didn't go to any parties, and generally sat around with other people who also weren't like typical freshman and just felt distant and lonely. That year I also had my first "girlfriend" if you want to call it that, we dated for two months and then she cheated on me with an ex. I never really did much of anything. Money was an issue, but to be quite honest, I couldn't be motivated to do jack shit. Second semester comes around, and I decide that I'm going to treat myself to a blacksmithing class. After a monitor stopped showing up, preventing me from accessing the tool room, I got a job as a monitor, which I still have today (I'm actually typing this while at work.). I make a bit of money off of some commissioned stuff as well, namely an axe head and some candle sticks. I'm still lonely. A lot. My roommate (Who was 110% not ready for college or anything beyond middle school) moved out after the first semester.
 
So, this year rolls around now, and one day, it hit me - I suck. This whole thing began to hit me when this girl invited me over to her room one night. There were 4 other people there. She sits down, starts doing her homework, and talking with those 4 other people. I realize that I am sitting there and not doing anything about it. So, my immediate solution is to well, leave. No goodbyes, nothing, I just got up and left. After an hour and a half of being invited somewhere for the sole purpose of being ignored, I think that's a fair thing to do. That night, for the first time, I proceeded to go to a party and get really really drunk.
 
None of that matters except for this bit - I had fun. Like, a lot of fun. Which is weird.
 
I realized that I was better than that, and I deserved better than that, and I therefor got better than that. I might have spent all night sitting in that goddamn room otherwise, who knows? 
 
I also, at this time, decide to start putting some effort into talking to everyone, and being somewhat nicer. It's working pretty well. 
 
Also, at this time, my dorm decides that it's going to start a cardio workout program in the basement. I decide to join up. My RA was heading the program, and he had about 20 people to start with. It began to dwindle, first to 15, then to 5, and now there's 3 of us. I'm the only one who hasn't missed a single workout.
 
Did I mention that I tested into a normal BMI range for the first time ever? This was about the time that people started treating me like a real person, with interests and feelings and valid thoughts. People actually paid attention to me and tried to talk to me, instead of leaving me in a role more suited to a piece of furniture during a conversation. 
 
Things are turning around. 
 
I've been drunk a few times, partied a bit, and I've been able to control myself while I'm at it. I have a very high GPA, a lot of friends, some closer than others, and I actually feel like I am valuable. 
 
And I've quite honestly, never been happy(ier?). 

So, a while back, I think I finally figured out exactly and precisely everything that is wrong with me. 
 
It is a combination of not giving a puppy about myself, not giving a puppy about other people, a negative outlook on life in general, and a sprinkle of depression.
 
So, last year was big.
 
It was my freshman year of college. Unlike most freshman, I never drank, never smoked, never had sex, didn't go to any parties, and generally sat around with other people who also weren't like typical freshman and just felt distant and lonely. That year I also had my first "girlfriend" if you want to call it that, we dated for two months and then she cheated on me with an ex. I never really did much of anything. Money was an issue, but to be quite honest, I couldn't be motivated to do jack shit. Second semester comes around, and I decide that I'm going to treat myself to a blacksmithing class. After a monitor stopped showing up, preventing me from accessing the tool room, I got a job as a monitor, which I still have today (I'm actually typing this while at work.). I make a bit of money off of some commissioned stuff as well, namely an axe head and some candle sticks. I'm still lonely. A lot. My roommate (Who was 110% not ready for college or anything beyond middle school) moved out after the first semester.
 
So, this year rolls around now, and one day, it hit me - I suck. This whole thing began to hit me when this girl invited me over to her room one night. There were 4 other people there. She sits down, starts doing her homework, and talking with those 4 other people. I realize that I am sitting there and not doing anything about it. So, my immediate solution is to well, leave. No goodbyes, nothing, I just got up and left. After an hour and a half of being invited somewhere for the sole purpose of being ignored, I think that's a fair thing to do. That night, for the first time, I proceeded to go to a party and get really really drunk.
 
None of that matters except for this bit - I had fun. Like, a lot of fun. Which is weird.
 
I realized that I was better than that, and I deserved better than that, and I therefor got better than that. I might have spent all night sitting in that goddamn room otherwise, who knows? 
 
I also, at this time, decide to start putting some effort into talking to everyone, and being somewhat nicer. It's working pretty well. 
 
Also, at this time, my dorm decides that it's going to start a cardio workout program in the basement. I decide to join up. My RA was heading the program, and he had about 20 people to start with. It began to dwindle, first to 15, then to 5, and now there's 3 of us. I'm the only one who hasn't missed a single workout.
 
Did I mention that I tested into a normal BMI range for the first time ever? This was about the time that people started treating me like a real person, with interests and feelings and valid thoughts. People actually paid attention to me and tried to talk to me, instead of leaving me in a role more suited to a piece of furniture during a conversation. 
 
Things are turning around. 
 
I've been drunk a few times, partied a bit, and I've been able to control myself while I'm at it. I have a very high GPA, a lot of friends, some closer than others, and I actually feel like I am valuable. 
 
And I've quite honestly, never been happy(ier?). 

No, there isn't.
 
But lets be honest here - In an age with multiple birth control methods ending with .9999%, I don't think we need to cover abortion. We need to focus on making birth control more accessible, particularly IUDs or Implanon. We also need to work on male birth control options, like Vasalgal. 

I essentially live in the land of pretty pictures...enjoy.
 
http://imgur.com/a/fca0V

I essentially live in the land of pretty pictures...enjoy.
 
http://imgur.com/a/fca0V

I essentially live in the land of pretty pictures...enjoy.
 
http://imgur.com/a/fca0V

So I could do the "Upvotes to the left" thing at a visible level.
 
I've begun to realize that I've changed a lot, and I'm trying to just be a better person in general.

So I could do the "Upvotes to the left" thing at a visible level.
 
I've begun to realize that I've changed a lot, and I'm trying to just be a better person in general.

Happened here too
 
http://i.imgur.com/7aA2maE.jpg

 
Somebody get this motherpuppyer a round of applause.

 
Somebody get this motherpuppyer a round of applause.

 
Somebody get this motherpuppyer a round of applause.

 
Send the app in by mail.
 
And do it NOW, because you will lose some funds otherwise. 

This was my first face swap ever. And I used gimp. And it took way too long. And it's shitty. But I couldn't resist.
 

This was my first face swap ever. And I used gimp. And it took way too long. And it's shitty. But I couldn't resist.
 

I'm sorry if I've hurt anyone here. I really, truly am. I've begun to realize that I have some issues, and have gone into counseling to correct them.

My parents raised me in a way that involved total protection and relative isolation. I was, quite literally, raised to be anti-social by my parents, while my younger brother was raised to be a social butterfly.

When I was in elementary school, I had few friends because of this. Bullying was a frequent problem. My parents would only let me see my friends for no more than 2 hours at a time, and then only on Saturdays. When I was in 4th grade, the school social worker suggested to my parents that I could possibly has Aspberger's Disease, and I was taken to one of the top neurologists in the country, who immediately stated that I, in fact, did not have Aspberger's, and sharply critisized my parents for raising me to be anti-social.

In that other time I had left, they would take me to see their friends, or in the summer, when they were both working and I was off school, I would be sent to my grandparents instead of being allowed to spend time with friends. How I was raised completely devastated my social development.

In middle school, bullying became one of my biggest problems. When I joined this site, I was borderline suicidal due to my constant bullying problems. My parents told me to put up with it or go talk to the principal or some other uninterested staff member. I was frequently teased about being gay(which I am not), stupid, awkward, etc. Most of it stopped, but the resulting "gay" stigma stuck. People I know, even my friends now, wholly and completely beleive that I am gay, and this has made any hope of a romantic relationship with a woman only a distant hope.

I am frequently mocked by those I know from school or work, and even by my family, for my inability to form relationships with people. My mother recently told me that she regretted how she raised me, and told me about these things, and how they were all done with only the best of intentions.

I also feel that I owe you an apology, for treating all of you like dirt for the past several years.

http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/headlines/2012/03/kony-2012-activist-filmmaker-arrested/

http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/headlines/2012/03/kony-2012-activist-filmmaker-arrested/