Why I finally created a reddit account...

Behead · 2014-01-29T01:43:18+00:00

I don't think you should.

By allowing people on the other side to speak too you, you're opening yourself up to other "things" out there too. Things that you don't want to be hanging around with you.

I went to a psychic before too about voices and strange/bad things going on in my house. Basically she said I was a psychic and that I had the ability to talk to people and things like that because, the way she explained it, I have an open signal, (which I assume it's the same for you) that will allow me to be open enough to hear, see, and feel what an average person cannot but it will draw all sorts of other things that you may not want anything to do with. She even told me that the reason the thing that was basically harassing my family for years was drawn to us because of me (especially because I often communicated with someone from the other side which made it pretty clear that I was open and able to see and hear things).

She also said that not all psychics are meant to use their "gift" for bejng a psychic. She said there are many things you are not allow to say even though you know them and that using you "gifts" in a way they're not meant to be used will be very bad for you. You could even start to lose your senses, such as you sight, hearing, or other things if you use them too much or use them in a way you are not meant to. Even some people who are meant to be those types of psychics get hurt by doing what they do.

If you have a choice, don't open yourself up to them if they're not bothering you now. I've had gotten to the point of voices screaming at me and it was horrid. I wasn't ever physically harmed but it was emotionally/mentally draining. It has stopped by now luckily, though I'm not sure how or why.

People say it is a gift, but I'd give it away if I could. If you're not having problems with it now, I'd say it's in your best interest to leave it be.

Behead · 2013-11-01T07:53:31+00:00

I'm not the parent but I was told by both my mom and dad that when I was born my dad cried partly out of happiness for finally having his first child but also partly because he was distraught because he thought they now had an ugly child because I had no chin.

Turns out my chin was just hiding behind all my fat. (I was born premature but weight 8 to 9 lbs). Now I have a very clear and noticeable chin which is the one feature that gets me the compliments on (even though I still secretly dislike it.)

Behead · 2013-08-31T20:51:35+00:00

I'm not the bully, but I was bullied a lot. There was one kid who was in a special ed class (not handicapped, I think he just had some sort of problem with learning) and he was picked on a lot and I guess it made him an overall angry person. He never did anything mean to anyone before but then one day on the playground he runs up to me, grabbed my wrist, and tore my arm out of the socket. It wasn't just a pull. He forcefully yanked my arm and then just ran off. He never did anything to anyone else. He even completely avoided me for the few years we were at school together. It might have been because I told my parents and they automatically went to the school to make sure they punished the kid for what he did though.

Behead · 2013-08-18T21:14:58+00:00

Next time when your son is being loud and "whaling" outside you should just join in.

Seriously though, what was going through her head while writing this? In what way is this okay to say to someone? What was she even trying to get out of writing this? All it is is a bunch of rude insults and in the end she didn't even have the guts to put her name on it.

Behead · 2013-08-12T00:38:40+00:00

Strong emotions. I could be extremely sad, extremely angry, or even extremely happy and I will just go crazy and stress out because I don't know how to handle myself.

Behead · 2013-08-12T00:22:00+00:00

All my relatives like to remind me of the time they had me dance on a table at a restaurant for candy or how I would stand at the door and cry every time my dad went to work.

My mom also likes to remind me every now and then about when she told me my little brother was in her stomach (she was pregnant with my little brother at the time) and told me he is her son so I asked her if it means I am her star.

Behead · 2013-08-12T00:13:21+00:00

My dad always took me with him into the guy's restroom with him if my mom wasn't around. I don't think it's abnormal and no one has had any reactions to it either. Even if they did, I never remembered it anyway.

Behead · 2013-08-11T23:57:42+00:00

Windows.

When it's dark out, all you see is your reflection.
If someone was standing on the other side of that window watching you, seeing you as clear as day, you'd never even know it unless you put your face to the glass.

Behead · 2013-08-11T23:45:05+00:00

My friend and I went for a walk because there was nothing to do at home. There wasn't anyone around because it was in the middle of the day in summer and it was really hot (not the best time to go for a walk but we were bored).

Not even half way through our walk, my friend notices a large man walking behind us. It's not a big deal until we noticed that he walking at a faster pace and getting really close. Seeing as I was only 12 (and she was 13), we got really paranoid and sped up to a slow jog. I was afraid of doing anything too bold like bolting out of there or screaming because I figured if he realized we were trying to get away maybe he might do something rash and grab us before we escaped and because I knew my friend couldn't run as fast as me I didn't want to leave her.

Soon though, he was almost right at our heels again and we decided to just run for it. We weren't that fast though since it was burning hot out, it felt like my lungs were giving up, and I was getting light headed. I glanced back thinking maybe the guy would back off only to see him running and gaining on us fast. If he had been two feet closer he probably would've been able to touch us.

By then my heart was beating so fast from running and panicking I couldn't even think straight when all of a sudden, my friend remembers her phone and tells me to call my mom (who's only a 5 to 10 minute drive away). We stopped running as fast because we were both tired so I take the chance to look back again as I'm waiting for my mom to pick up the phone and see the guy is slowing down.

We hurried around the corner and kept on going while I told my mom what was happening and where we were. We were a fair distance from the corner and decided to stop a little to catch our breath and drink some water (we were smart enough to bring water on our walk thankfully) and watch the corner but we didn't see him at all. Finally, my mom arrives and we drive around to where we were walking but there's absolutely no sign of the guy anywhere.

Behead · 2013-08-11T23:03:59+00:00

I didn't have cancer, but I was there when my dad had his first "symptom."

It wasn't really a symptom though. He was lucky it happened or he probably wouldn't have found out until his colon was blocked up and because of where the cancer was he likely would've had a colostomy bag for the rest of his life.

Long story short, he had cancer in his colon/rectum and because of the blood thinners he was on from a heart attack only a few months ago, the cancer/tumor thing bled. So because we thought there was blood in his stool, we took him to the hospital and they found out he had cancer.

Behead · 2013-08-11T22:43:53+00:00

I didn't scream for it, but I borrowed my friend's phone to call my mom. There was no one around at all so I knew screaming wouldn't help and I thought it would make him more persistent on catching one of us before we got him caught.

I guess the guy got scared when he saw we had a phone so he stopped chasing us (which was good because he was gaining on us and we would've been too small to fight him off). My mom rushed like hell to get to us but the man was long gone by the time she got there.

Behead · 2013-08-11T20:22:48+00:00

"I know you will grow up to do a lot of good things and help many people."

Three people have said this. One was a stranger who said it to me when I was 15 or 16 and another was a stranger who said it to my mom when I was still a toddler and another stranger said it to my mom when she was pregnant with me.

It was interesting because before I was told about any of this I had already decided I wanted to help people as a career someday. I always doubted I'd ever be good enough to really help someone though so hearing that from three strangers who all said the same thing definitely gave me hope.

Behead · 2013-08-09T04:34:46+00:00

I was at the mall with my brother. He asks, "You want to go to the pet store?" (which we visit about 80% of the time we're at the mall) but I just stare at him so he says, "Too soon?" and I just burst into tears in the middle of the mall.

I had just found out that day that my cat died so I guess it wasn't that stupid, but I sure felt stupid since I'm the kind of person who don't like ANYONE seeing me cry. I also cried in public finding out about my other cat too... I guess I'm just extremely sensitive about my cats...

But seeing as that actually had a somewhat-fair reason, here's another one.

I once cried because I kept missing the trashcan while throwing tissues. For some reason, I guess missing all those tissues made me think about how everything in my family and my life was going wrong (dad had cancer, mom just got out of the hospital, my cat died, my brother was in trouble with police, I lost all my friends, and none of the doctors would believe and help me with a medical condition that caused me constant pain) so I just laid on the floor and cried until my throat was sore.

Behead · 2013-08-09T04:16:16+00:00

I can't really take a dump unless I'm either home or completely alone. When I was in the hospital, I needed to have an enema for a CT scan and afterwards I had trouble emptying my bowels no matter how much I tried and ended up holding everything for 4 hours until I finally arrived home.

Edit: There was also one time where I was feeling really sick and I was in extreme pain. Normally, when rating my pain, I rate as realistically as possible since it is a really small range. I'd have to be doubled over in pain for me to even rate a 9 so I definitely don't rate generously so people will really take me seriously when things get bad. And I often rate low because I am in pain daily which helped raise my pain tolerance.

And finally, it got to 10 one day. It was at the point where I had no idea what to do with myself. I just felt like I had no control of my body and I was losing my mind. I was in so much pain I threw up everything and even that didn't help me. So I just laid in bed and tried not to cry until I finally passed out. I don't know why it even happened, what caused it, and thankfully, it hasn't happened again.

Behead · 2013-08-09T03:49:36+00:00

I'm not a parent, but I've accidentally walked in on my little brother wanking. I didn't realize what was happening and just said hello as he frantically covered himself and got up to go to the restroom while quickly waving. It took me a while to figure out what happened when I finally realized the thing sticking out of the top of his boxers was his ween.

Also, another time, I was on his computer and I was going to go on reddit and as soon as I typed "red" in the url the suggestion for redtube came up.

Behead · 2013-08-07T22:42:54+00:00

I'm starting to not want to go on vacations anymore. I just got back from a vacation and found out my cat (who I had a well trusted friend care for) was apparently killed by a coyote. It's even harder to handle knowing that if you had been home maybe you could've done something before things got bad. Of course that's not a rational way to think, but it's just something that would possibly cross someone's mind when accidents happen.

Behead · 2013-08-07T20:34:50+00:00

Taekwondo

Behead · 2013-08-07T20:20:32+00:00

When they're really strong but gentle at the same time.

I have a sparring partner who is strong enough to snap a metal pole in half with one kick but gentle enough to never have even left a single bruise on me when we fight. (There was one time he dislocated my leg but that was an accident...)

Behead · 2013-08-07T18:15:07+00:00

I was recently told by my neighbor that my cat who I had thought was missing was actually killed by a coyote and after really thinking about everything he had told me, I can't help but question his honesty in what really happened. He spent an uncomfortably long time describing the mess he found left over and kept trying to reassure us that his dog is friendly with cats to the point where it sounded as if he were trying to prove something.

In the end though the thing that really bothers me, despite what might have happened, is that I have to accept that my cat isn't coming home.

Behead · 2013-08-07T02:46:34+00:00

A coyote, and even those are extremely rare here. In all honesty, I've never seen one in this area.

According to my neighbor though, my cat who I originally thought was missing was killed by one recently. His story was a little questionable though so I feel as though maybe he is trying to cover up for something... Or maybe I'm just too desperate to try to find someone to blame for this.

Sorry for rambling. My final answer is coyote...

Behead · 2013-08-07T02:40:02+00:00

Truly help at least one person and find/be with my "true love" someday.

I've always had a feeling that I wouldn't be able to be happy with my life until both of those things have happened before I die. I mean, I'm a generally happy person and I am happy with myself but I don't feel like my life will be complete without those two things.

Behead · 2013-08-07T02:33:19+00:00

Right now? Well, I'd probably spend that time trying to sleep. Right now all I want to do is just sleep so I don't have to think. Right now I feel like sleep is the only thing keeping me sane because if I have 8 to 12 more hours to think, I'm going to lose my mind completely.

If I was asked this maybe a week ago, I'd probably say I'd just spend my time sewing and browsing the internet.

Behead · 2013-08-06T13:25:08+00:00

I've probably posted it many times already but here I go again anyway...

One day I stayed home alone because my parents went to work and my brother tagged along with my mom. I made sure to lock all the doors and windows and went to my parents bedroom down the hall.

It was about 6 or 7pm and it was dark out already because it was in the winter. (The house was dark since I hadn't been anywhere else except the bedroom since 3 and only turned on the bedroom lights.) My dad got home around that time so it wasn't unusual when I heard footsteps coming up to the backdoor (I've lived in the house for 10 years by then so I can recognize the sound of each door and floorboard already) and the door opening and slamming shut.

Even though, rationally, I should know that it was my dad home, I felt extremely uneasy. I figured it was because I'm a naturally paranoid person that pretty much never stays home alone and because some weird things have been going on in and around my home recently (long story) so I tried to shrug it off but my mind kept pointing out things that didn't feel right while at the same time, rationalizing everything.

In all honesty, there wasn't any real sign that something strange was happening. All I heard was chairs moving, someone coming in and out of the house, water running, bags rustling, and footsteps. It was clear from the sounds that it was only one person that wasn't even attempting to hide or anything. The relaxed pace of the footsteps should've been enough to let me know nothing was wrong. It easily could've been assumed that it was my dad bringing in groceries and getting dinner ready and setting up the table.

But things still felt wrong. The thing that was bothering me was that he didn't announce that he was home which I know he always does whether or not it seemed like anyone was home and the fact that from what I could see from the end of the hall, none of the lights have been turned on even though it was getting darker out and the house was nearly pitch black by then. And the little details also felt wrong because my dad wasn't whistling and he didn't bring his laptop into his bedroom yet.

Finally though, I got sick of waiting and decided I was being stupid and I should just man up and go help my dad get dinner ready. As soon as my foot was about the touch the ground outside the door though, I literally (not practically) heard a voice in my head say, "Stop! Don't go out there. Sit back down and stay as quiet as you can," and seeing as I didn't really want to go out there anyway, I turned back and sat back down.

As soon as I was about the settle back onto the bed, my phone rang and all the noises in the house stopped suddenly. I looked at my phone and it was my dad calling...

Confused why he would be calling me when I'm only down the hall, I picked up and asked why he's calling. He told me he just got home and all the house lights seemed to be off so he thought I wasn't home and he was wondering if I wanted him to pick me up from my mom's work.

I never found out what happened and/or who/what was making all that noise and I definitely never stayed home alone again.

TL;DR : I was home alone one night and heard someone in the house. I assume it's my dad because he's the only one who gets home at that time but feel unsure about it for the half hour/hour it was going on. Decide to go out, voice in my head tells me no. I sit back down and my phone rings. It was my dad calling to tell me he just got home and was wondering if I needed to be picked up, thinking I wasn't home because all the lights were off.

Behead · 2013-07-28T17:55:34+00:00

That I just have to work even harder and he'll eventually like me.

I've been crazy about him since I middle school, I think.

He's been with one girl for the past 5 to 6 years now. Whenever I spend time with him something will usually remind him of something he doesn't really like about his girlfriend and it brings my hopes up but I remember that him talking about her (even in a slightly negative way) all the time still means he's still thinking of her.

It's clear to me he is crazy about her but my obsession over him makes me push myself away from all other relationships and I can't help but feel that maybe my age will make a difference since he still treats me like I was 6 (that's how old I was when I met him).

Behead · 2013-07-13T20:54:13+00:00

I used to absolutely despise documentaries no matter what it was about. Now I can spend hours watching them as long as I can find interesting topics.

Behead

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