Born April, 8th 1981 in Melrose Park, Illinois. Son of Ron & Camille.

Grew up in Carol Stream, IL and moved around the area until I was out of High School. At that time I had a falling out with my father and decided things weren't going very well for me at home. I chose to enlist in the Army, after all the testing they had us go through I was accepted (big surprise). Unfortunately sometime after arriving I simply lost it, I'd run away from my homelife to try and start another, yet I also had been suffering from increasing depression for years.

Later I basically convinced them I wasn't the healthiest person to have as a Weapons Specialist, LOL (or whatever it was called). I forget exactly how long I was there but it must've been somewhere around 1 1/2 months. I never got to boot camp but instead was left in processing LOL.

So after I finally got out I was flown home, there I did temp work until I really got tired of my dads harassment. I left home to go stay with my sister Chrissy in California. There I lived for 3 years, during which time we lived in Korea Town (to save money).

My trouble really began awhile later, years passing and still making no friends I found my depression had become so bad I was considering suicide. I chose again move and stay with my parents in IL. This was ok for awhile but my dad just was unrelenting, and I had nearly no strength to work because I felt so sick (exhausted from depression). It was at this time I was seeking treatment for my depression (I had when I was young as well). The county health department does offer services but none were available to me since I'd not been hospitalized for it yet.

Thus it was suggested the best thing to do (without insurance) was merely to visit an ER and explain I was very suicidal, etc. So there they locked me away in a small room that had a latch on the outside of it. I wasn't really at all insane, I could never determine the reason they'd want to put someone like me inside it. Anyway I spent hours in it, they got a psychiatric expert (supposedly) to come down and actually talk with me. She interviewed me and once she knew I didn't have schizophrenia said "you really don't need to be hospitalized, I think you can go home". I was totally shocked, they were so stupid it was nuts. Anyway I said "if I go home I'll kill myself" and she eventually agreed that I should goto a psychiatric clinic.

So a few hours later they finally found a place, rather upscale (not related to the county) and said I had to go there since there wasn't anyplace else that would take me. I was pretty pissed, I found out the thing wasn't free but instead would cost like hundreds per day. Without insurance my grand total was 30,000 at the end of 1 1/2 weeks, LOL

I was pretty much there voluntarily, yet it was boring. We mostly had group meetings and things of that nature. I remember some pretty hot chicks being there, most of them said they were raped. It's funny how woman can be so depressed about a little pussy, eh.

Also what I found odd was when the woman would claim they were raped, but then said the men had merely pressured them to have sex an never forced them into it. I suppose pressure could be seen as forcing, yet it was frustrating to me. Here were some very sexy woman yapping about how they hadn't wanted to but did, meanwhile me a nice guy depressed for years an years since Junior High couldn't get laid.

Anyways I've had alot of trash jobs, and the only one I enjoy is the one I have now, mostly because I'm alone all day. I ship things out for customers (who we refer to as locusts) and whenever they come in (referred to as swarming) I greet them. I don't like dealing with the public, mostly I just like the work (because it's detailed).

My life growing up wasn't to grand, alot of kids teased me once I got into Junior High, and where-as before I had alot of friends, after this point I kept loosing them. I'd say the biggest thing I've had to overcome has been my depression and feelings of worthlessness. In the end the therapy + medication I'm on has helped termendously. I'm trying to see things differently, although many of you know I still really would like a girlfriend (but can't find one).

Some of my problems stem from having a slight case of Asperger's Syndrome which is why I did a poll on this very topic awhile back.

So what about all of you, describe yourselves and your lives.

Physical Description

Height - 6'3
Weight - 200
Hair - Short Blond
Complextion - White, light
Overall physique - thin or average
Eyeware - glasses
Favorite colors - tan, brown, white

Yeah, my parents are & always will be mean gerks, they're real messed up but ehh.

Born April, 8th 1981 in Melrose Park, Illinois. Son of Ron & Camille.

Grew up in Carol Stream, IL and moved around the area until I was out of High School. At that time I had a falling out with my father and decided things weren't going very well for me at home. I chose to enlist in the Army, after all the testing they had us go through I was accepted (big surprise). Unfortunately sometime after arriving I simply lost it, I'd run away from my homelife to try and start another, yet I also had been suffering from increasing depression for years.

Later I basically convinced them I wasn't the healthiest person to have as a Weapons Specialist, LOL (or whatever it was called). I forget exactly how long I was there but it must've been somewhere around 1 1/2 months. I never got to boot camp but instead was left in processing LOL.

So after I finally got out I was flown home, there I did temp work until I really got tired of my dads harassment. I left home to go stay with my sister Chrissy in California. There I lived for 3 years, during which time we lived in Korea Town (to save money).

My trouble really began awhile later, years passing and still making no friends I found my depression had become so bad I was considering suicide. I chose again move and stay with my parents in IL. This was ok for awhile but my dad just was unrelenting, and I had nearly no strength to work because I felt so sick (exhausted from depression). It was at this time I was seeking treatment for my depression (I had when I was young as well). The county health department does offer services but none were available to me since I'd not been hospitalized for it yet.

Thus it was suggested the best thing to do (without insurance) was merely to visit an ER and explain I was very suicidal, etc. So there they locked me away in a small room that had a latch on the outside of it. I wasn't really at all insane, I could never determine the reason they'd want to put someone like me inside it. Anyway I spent hours in it, they got a psychiatric expert (supposedly) to come down and actually talk with me. She interviewed me and once she knew I didn't have schizophrenia said "you really don't need to be hospitalized, I think you can go home". I was totally shocked, they were so stupid it was nuts. Anyway I said "if I go home I'll kill myself" and she eventually agreed that I should goto a psychiatric clinic.

So a few hours later they finally found a place, rather upscale (not related to the county) and said I had to go there since there wasn't anyplace else that would take me. I was pretty pissed, I found out the thing wasn't free but instead would cost like hundreds per day. Without insurance my grand total was 30,000 at the end of 1 1/2 weeks, LOL

I was pretty much there voluntarily, yet it was boring. We mostly had group meetings and things of that nature. I remember some pretty hot chicks being there, most of them said they were raped. It's funny how woman can be so depressed about a little pussy, eh.

Also what I found odd was when the woman would claim they were raped, but then said the men had merely pressured them to have sex an never forced them into it. I suppose pressure could be seen as forcing, yet it was frustrating to me. Here were some very sexy woman yapping about how they hadn't wanted to but did, meanwhile me a nice guy depressed for years an years since Junior High couldn't get laid.

Anyways I've had alot of trash jobs, and the only one I enjoy is the one I have now, mostly because I'm alone all day. I ship things out for customers (who we refer to as locusts) and whenever they come in (referred to as swarming) I greet them. I don't like dealing with the public, mostly I just like the work (because it's detailed).

My life growing up wasn't to grand, alot of kids teased me once I got into Junior High, and where-as before I had alot of friends, after this point I kept loosing them. I'd say the biggest thing I've had to overcome has been my depression and feelings of worthlessness. In the end the therapy + medication I'm on has helped termendously. I'm trying to see things differently, although many of you know I still really would like a girlfriend (but can't find one).

Some of my problems stem from having a slight case of Asperger's Syndrome which is why I did a poll on this very topic awhile back.

So what about all of you, describe yourselves and your lives.

Physical Description

Height - 6'3
Weight - 200
Hair - Short Blond
Complextion - White, light
Overall physique - thin or average
Eyeware - glasses
Favorite colors - tan, brown, white

Yeah, my parents are & always will be mean gerks, they're real messed up but ehh.

you call 200ib thin?

I'm not sure what to call it but I'm definitely not fat. Hell I look thin :-O

American thin or Rest of the World thin?

I'm not sure what to call it but I'm definitely not fat. Hell I look thin :-O
compared to who? this guy?



http://starlit.homepage.dk/pics/obese.jpg

LOL

I'll take a picture and post it, then ya can see... let me umm go and try getting one

son, I feel for you.
there's a hell of a lot in there which would need discussing, i'm just questioning the wisdom of giving out so much detail about yourself on a public forum.

unless it's all made up that is.

If you have the energy to come find me go ahead, I on the other hand think people on the forums have better things to do then stalk me LOL Life sux, people would rather stalk a woman anyway.

If you have the energy to come find me go ahead, I on the other hand think people on the forums have better things to do then stalk me LOL Life sux, people would rather stalk a woman anyway.
huh?

I've already got his social security number, and his bank details. He's right, not worth bothering.

I've already got his social security number, and his bank details. He's right, not worth bothering.
does he think im stalking him or what?
I was just responding to him pouring his heart and soul out on a public forum.

I was just responding to him pouring his heart and soul out on a public forum.
Nowhere else for it to go I suppose.

Nowhere else for it to go I suppose.
indeed, I'm just trying to figure out what the fuck he meant by this:

If you have the energy to come find me go ahead, I on the other hand think people on the forums have better things to do then stalk me LOL Life sux, people would rather stalk a woman anyway.

You warned me about stating all this on a public forum, I was trying to show you that I don't really think there's any danger to disclosing the level of details I did about myself. And sadly no one else has mentioned anything about themselves yet :-(

Yeah this is kind of awkward actually.

I am tall and short at the same time
I am wide and thin too
My weight is between 100lbs and 300lbs
I am all the rage of hair, as haircut comes every other year
I was once happy now I am hypnotised to feel happy
What is there to know about me?
I live like if I dont awake and do something, the life would worse than it already is
So now about me:
I am thin and tall, maybe blonde or brunette, whoknows after using the clorox hidden underneath my bed on my hair, did I? anyways, what I mean is I know it no.
I was saying again about me:
So I wear rugged clothes and sometimes not so rugged clothes
I use the clothes as a rug to walk on when I come to "home"
I come to "home" because it is not Home at all
So I go to sleep late or wake up early when I go to sleep early of wake up late when I go and go on and on and on
So there I came to a store and look into a mirrow, my face look like smooth and rugged terrain of Sahara or maybe Antarctica, because it is so dry or humid
But then I havent told you about me:
I am looking towards it, towars that, yes...

well that summons it up.

Dragon you're really weird sometimes :-Z~

I don't exist.

Oniw17 has taken many forms over the ages, Socrates, Einstein, Hegel, and many others. Oniw17 is the spirit of infinite superiority to all peers. A being with neither beginning nor end. The objectives of this being are but to continue in it's existance. The power that it gives to those which it inhabits is limitless.

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Yeah, my parents are & always will be mean gerks

They are malicious pickles ?
:bugeye:

My paw was a Navy man...
I used to wear his sailor hat in the manner of Gilligan, but Ginger never materialized out of the ether to fulfill my immature fantasies...
Neither did Batgirl, or that genie who hung out with the astronaut, for that matter... man - Barbara Eden was smokin' !
Speakin' O' the green - if only all that weed'd been shamrocks !
But that would have been a rip-off, and we'd have had to lay some fool out with many a tolchock to his malenky gulliver.

If only I'd done something meaningful instead of rockin' with "Taco" in them gar(b)age bands...
I coulda been a contender.
There was something to be said for "Headbanger", tho'... who knew she could wrassle like that ?
Pity we never made them t-shirts.

There were days I wished Gutenberg had never been born - and still do.
I would have made a better scribe... I like them pen nibs and ink bottles.
;)

My stepson was hypnotized by the media, hence I once had a pet chihuahua - tho' he was suspected of being a rat terrier in disguise.
He was a mighty rabbit hunter, and guarded my tomatoes dilligently.
Nonetheless, the life of a "suburban squire" - complete with lesbians for neighbors and wee neighborhood brats buzzing about in electric "go-kars", which I dreamed of firing mortar rounds at as their shreiking drowned out the Vivaldi CDs oft-playing while I puttered in the garden - suited me about as well as a wetsuit lined with barbed hooks on the inside.... or maybe just with a large can of itching powder dumped inside before one donned it.

Hence, I left "Marryland" on "D-day", and meandered into corn country, where I established the Rectangular Temple, adroitly avoided the seductive machinations of my best bud's mum-in-law (too flat-chested, sez I - to meself, O' course), and proceed along with all Creation toward the Abyss at full speed athwart !
:cool:

Hello,

I was born on a thursday. I can still remember it well. The nurse was shocked to see me because I still had puncture marks all over me from the knitting needle. My grannie had tried to abort me a week before.

Indeed, I was quite exceptional already at birth. The first thing I said was 'I'm never going to go near a thing like that again', but I did when I was a bit older.

My father was a freak in a freakshow, they called him the 'monster', my mother a tugboat captain, they called her 'captain'.

After I was born my grannie still tried to abort me with knitting needles so I learned to run rather soonish at the age of 3 months.

We then moved from Bhutan to the Netherlands, where I was sold to a slave trader. I was sold to a saudi family where I met my best friend, Osama Bin Laden. Later we grew apart and contact became sporadic at best. My letters came coming back with the message: address unknown.

In Saudi Arabia I was set free when I passed the test of manhood. I ran through the streets of Mecca naked shouting that Allah is great without getting a stiffy.

I traveled to the Netherlands to find my roots. I found heroin and weed instead and for the next 5 years I was an drug addict. That ended when I turned 15 and discovered the miracles of baby jesus. He showed me the true path and I started my career pirating on the high seas of the indian ocean. It was a great time. I saw many places which I pillaged and I saw many women who I made passion to without consent. However, great times never last. I was captured by the US navy at the age of 17 and was enlisted in their mercenary army.

From now on I was merely a mindless killing machine.

A kind woman in Somalia took pity on me and abducted me from the US army with a magic spell. She made me whole again.

I was now free.

I studied the works of Dr Mengele and was fascinated. I became a scientist.

And that is where I am now.

thank you for your attention.

Truly heartwarming. I may cry.

I am brainless, dazed, deficient, dense, dim, dodo, doltish, dopy, dotterel, dull, dumb, dummy, foolish, futile, gullible, half-baked, half-witted, idiotic, ill-advised, imbecilic, inane, indiscreet, insensate, irrelevant, irresponsible, laughable, loser, ludicrous, meaningless, mindless, moronic, naive, nonsensical, obtuse, pointless, puerile, rash, senseless, short-sighted, simple, simple-minded, slow, sluggish, stolid, stupefied, thick, thickheaded, trivial, unintelligent, unthinking, witless, irresponsible, stupid.

Anyone disagree?

Yes, my thesaurus claims you robbed him.

No, I raped him then I robbed him.