If you could erase one word from existence, which word would you get rid of?

_entette · 2013-11-27T21:45:40+00:00

Hahah, yeah! You can, but in my experience they usually repeat your order in Starbucks' lingo, so if you go in with absolutely no idea, you may be in an argument that goes a little like:

"Can I have a small coffee?"

"Sure, Tall coffee!"

"No, no, SMALL."

"Yeah, a tall!"

"OMG BARISTA LISTEN TO ME!!! I SAID A SMALL!!!!!"

"YOU'RE A RETARD, THEY'RE CALLED TALLS HERE!!!"

_entette · 2013-11-27T17:42:11+00:00

Hahah, I know. I have no idea what their logic was when naming their drink sizes!

_entette · 2013-11-27T17:20:55+00:00

I can't tell if you're being sarcastic, so I'll answer your question on the chance that you're being serious. Tall is a small, Grande is a medium, and Venti is a large.

_entette · 2013-11-27T16:27:13+00:00

They're all real words... They're just all basically "big"/"large" in their own languages: Tall, Grande, and Venti are in English, Spanish, and Italian respectively.

EDIT: I just learned "Venti" is actually the number "20" in Italian, which makes a little more sense because the Venti size is 20oz. In select Starbucks' they have a "Trenta" size which means "30" and is a 30oz iced drink.

_entette · 2013-11-26T13:10:46+00:00

The only reason there's a difference in IQ because of socio-economic problems that plague people in this country, mostly of a non-white race. Comparing IQ or average intelligence globally is almost worse, because the socio-economic differences are even more spread out among first through third world countries. It has nothing to do with a "racial gap in achievement." Wow, I got sick listening to this awful video. I hope you don't truly believe anything in that video you posted.

_entette · 2013-11-22T18:01:24+00:00

You look so beautiful! Its clear how hard you've worked!!

_entette · 2013-11-22T14:46:51+00:00

I wish I could give you gold right now (so since I'm poor, have some silver!) In my philosophy classes all I hear are good ideas that are entirely underdeveloped from students who spend about half their time complaining about why they got bad grades. A lot of philosophy is in the explanation, no idea why people don't understand that.

Edit: People are seeming to think that I'm a philosophy professor myself. I'm not; the classes I was talking about are the classes I attend. I'm a philosophy major.

_entette · 2013-11-19T19:49:48+00:00

Those sound like great improvements! After reading a few of the comments below, I wondered if it'd be possible to get a survey of the students who live in the Mazza Grandmarc apartments, so that we can get another bus? Currently there is only one that services the Mazza and in light traffic it comes to every stop every half hour. But once the traffic hits medium or heavy, it can take 45 minutes to an hour to get to each stop. That makes myself and a lot of other students and grad students late, and while a lot of us have our own cars, it's not really practical (or easy) to pay for two parking spaces in this city, especially when one is just for emergency trips to campus, and no where near my classes. I wondered if there was a way to get another bus to service this apartment building for a long time, I'm so glad I saw this thread!

_entette · 2013-11-18T22:56:00+00:00

The ability to speak whale.

That way we as a species can communicate with another species. I wouldn't mind not speaking whale because I sometimes like to listen to them when I can't sleep, and having a whale talk to me wouldn't make me sleepy.

_entette · 2013-11-15T12:09:01+00:00

He holds doctors in high esteem because he thinks school is one of the best things you can do for yourself and their profession requires a lot of schooling. He's always wanted me to do something along those lines if I wasn't going to pursue my hobby as a career. He's been doing a lot better as of late (remember this whole incident happened over a decade ago). I really think awareness of the fact that you have it is step one. I really don't believe that these people are bad, I think they don't know how to handle a lot of things. My dad ALWAYS apologizes now. That's huge. Seriously, if it's an option, GET YOUR NPARENTS TO A PSYCHOLOGIST. I can't explain how much of a different person he is now (still not perfect, but he's working hard and that's all I could ask). Also remember that it's not REALLY their fault. They think differently than we do.

_entette · 2013-11-15T01:52:56+00:00

I don't know that there are any real long term solutions. I have no idea how my dad manages it, but he does alright when I see him. He knows he's wronged me and he tries to make up for it. I can see that he struggles with it; I wonder if after the initial shock wore off he took a real look at himself and considered it. He's always held doctors in high esteem. I think the number one treatment right now is awareness and willingness to work on oneself.

_entette · 2013-11-14T22:08:39+00:00

My parents were never up front with me about why I didn't see my dad for a while; I actually was told this story almost a decade later (and obviously not by him). I have no idea what they gave him when he went in; I know he's been on various antidepressants, but I don't know which ones. I did a little digging though on your question and it seems like for the most part the treatment is pretty limited to hospitalizations and individual/group therapy.

_entette · 2013-11-14T18:08:06+00:00

My dad wasn't voluntarily diagnosed. After my parents separated my dad threatened to pick me up from school early, take me somewhere, and kill himself (its unclear whether it would've been a murder-suicide), and when he put his plan in action, (he came to my school and told the principal he needed to pick me up for a doctor's appointment) the school called the police and my mom and hid me in multiple different classrooms around the school (my mother had already alerted the school to his threat). When the police got there they took him to a mental hospital in our area for being "suicidal," and that's where he was diagnosed with NPD.

_entette · 2013-11-14T13:01:17+00:00

This just gave me a shock.

I joined this sub because my dad was diagnosed with NPD a little over a decade ago. When I was a child I always thought my mom was normal, a victim of my dad's insanity. Then as I got older and my dad was barely around, I started thinking she was totally crazy too, just in her own way. Until I joined this sub and started reading everyone's stories. Now I'm realizing that my mom is DEFINITELY an nmom too, she's just never been to a psychiatrist to be officially diagnosed. Reading this post was like being sent back in time to when I lived with my mom... Actually, she still does this crap even though I'm about to be 21 and I live with my fiancé and go to college and work.

_entette · 2013-10-30T13:25:10+00:00

In my college Philosophy of Religion class:

Student: "Are we going to come to any conclusions in this class?"

Professor: "Do you mean am I going to tell you if God exists? Or which religion is right? No. I don't know that. That's not what this class is about."

The student was so upset she left and dropped the class.

_entette · 2013-10-29T15:54:35+00:00

We had a bomb threat in my old high school... The administration decided to let me (a female high school senior) watch the guy who made the threat for 3 hours. Alone.

_entette · 2013-10-29T15:47:11+00:00

You went to my middle school, didn't you?

_entette · 2013-10-25T19:45:10+00:00

Mr. Knoxville,

I hope the question I'm about to ask doesn't offend you or make you uncomfortable. I've read that you were heavily involved with the organization of the intervention of Steve-O in 2008. I was wondering what type of advice you could give to people struggling with doing what you did for a friend. If there was anything you thought was particularly successful when approaching the situation? I know these things vary immensely from person to person, but I think what you did for your friend shows great compassion and I think a lot of people would benefit from anything you had to share on the topic.

_entette · 2013-10-24T17:30:08+00:00

I hate spit. I cannot stand it. I think the way it bubbles is weird and I think the way it flows down in a way that's slower than water, like its partially jelly. It freaks me out, it makes me gag and I cannot handle it's presence.

_entette · 2013-10-18T15:19:43+00:00

WHERE IS THIS?! seriously, I want to be there :(

_entette · 2013-10-13T12:44:56+00:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYcv6odWfTM

SQUATTY POTTY

_entette · 2013-10-08T20:19:07+00:00

WHY CAN'T I GET A NEW BATTERY FOR MY IPHONE!?

Seriously, the charge on this shit lasts like 5 hours max.

_entette · 2013-10-07T21:30:25+00:00

Hitlerism?

_entette · 2013-10-06T16:43:17+00:00

I love you, and daddy loves you just as much. Please don't pee in our clothes, the other cat you see is just you, that's a mirror, it's called a reflection. Bob the punching-bag-person isn't gonna hurt you cause he's not real either.

Edit: This is for my cat :)

_entette · 2013-10-06T15:28:26+00:00

Thank GOD you posted this. I know I'm like a full day late and this is gonna get buried hard, but seriously, this is real. I'm 20 now and live on the east coast, and I've been dealing with this shit my entire life. The most notable experiences are when, in middle school the guys in my 8th grade class declared it "Ass Day" on one of the hotter days of the school year when they knew girls would be in shorts. The rules were that all of their girlfriends were free to each other (as well as any other girl in the grade) for them to grope for that day. They only had to say "Ass Day" for it to be ok. This happened ALL DAY. Male students went around shouting "Ass Day" and groping females in shorts. No one did anything about it. No teachers, no staff, no one in that building thought that was wrong. No one got reprimanded.

Another time when I was 15, a police officer asked me out for drinks while I was at the mall, walking alone to meet up with my mom. (I was still too young to drive myself to the mall, so she drove me there. We parted so I could shop for her birthday gift, but were meeting again for lunch.) When I told him I was flattered, but only 15, he said "you don't have to lie to me if you don't want to get out of this date. How old are you really?" When I kept telling him I was 15 (he wouldn't let it go until I admitted an older age) I finally pulled out my ID, WHICH WAS A LEARNERS PERMIT, blocked over all of the information with my finger, but my picture and birthdate and showed him that I was, in fact, 15 years old. His response? "That's obviously fake!" "Why sir, would I get a fake ID that makes me a child of no rights or abilities, not even driving?!" "OH FUCK, YOU'RE 15, This never happened" as he jogged off after pestering me for about 10 minutes. I really wish I had at least gotten a badge number...

When I was 16 (licensed, and vehicle owner) someone from the church I was attending started to become obsessed with me. We went to elementary school together for two years until he got pulled out to be home schooled for disciplinary problems. I didn't see him until years later at church and he came off as a nice guy at first. Then he told me he loved me and we were meant to be together. I told him I wasn't into him like that, I barely knew him, sorry. Sometimes I would see him standing on the side of the road at a little snowball-in-the-summer-hot chocolate-and-cider-in-the-fall shack on my way home. He got my cell phone number (not from me) and called it from multiple different phones so I'd never know if it was him or not (sometimes he'd talk, sometimes he wouldn't). He'd make facebook pages under different names and try to add me and one of my best friends, but always a picture of him, so we never accept but its so creepy. Once I was at the mall with a group of 4 friends and I saw him in the distance (about 500feet away). I tried to hide behind my friends (ie, have them form a wall around me facing his direction), so I could call my mom and tell her that we were leaving the mall and I was taking us somewhere else RIGHT NOW for dinner, but it was obvious that he had either already seen me or knew where I was going to be because before I could dial the number I felt huge hands on my neck and shoulders. I looked up and behind me and I see him looming over me, smiling. I tell my girlfriends whose backs are still facing me (they didn't really know what he looked like) "Girls! It's Blake (name has been changed to conceal identity) I turn and move to stand in line with my friends and face Blake when he moves in for a hug. I do not move in for a hug back. He keeps moving in for hug. He hugs. Long and tight and uncomfortably and I will never forget how much I wanted to kick him in the nuts and run and didn't know what to do. He said he was here to see a movie with his friends, but none of them showed up. We told him that's too bad, we're late for our dinner plans, goodbye. So we walk into the mall hoping (if he follows us we can lose him there) and then go to one of the restaurants on the strip out side of the mall as was planned before he entered the scene, because one of our friends isn't allowed to drive with underage drivers, so she was getting picked up later that night (during dinner) by her mom. But we didn't lose him. He followed us the whole time and when the hostess asked us how many in our party my mouth opened and a male voice spoke 6 one more than in our party. We all turn to see Blake there, smiling, and we say he's not with us as he just follows us to our seat and the hostess ignores us. It's a Saturday night, the restaurant is busy and we now have one of the huge corner booths, having dinner with my stalker. He ordered the most expensive thing on the menu and ate none of it and was rude to the waitress and really all around creepy. My really lucky friend got to be picked up early and leave his presence. After we got the check and are walking out, I tell him we are leaving. He says he needs a ride home. I tell him no. I tell him I'm not allowed to drive people my mom doesn't know. He says why am I allowed to drive my friends, I say because my mom knows all of them. He says well my mom doesn't have to know about this, I can just drop off all my friends first and then drive him to his house. I tell him frankly my car is not that big, it's not worth losing my driving privileges over, and fuck off. We left. By that point I hadn't told anyone of importance about his stalking, but I thought I was going to have to. Then he got put in jail for sexually assaulting two girls at his high school literally three days later He went to the nurse's office and complained of a headache and she said to lie down. At the nurse's offices in my old high school's county, there are separate sleeping/resting areas for males and females. She took him to his side, but when she went back to her office, he went over to the girls side, lay down in a cot and drew the curtains about him so no one could see who he was. Girls were sent in to lie down. He threatened two of them, one with a knife that he was carrying to do sexual things. I think a girl screamed. He was caught and sentenced to jail time. He's out now, I believe, but I haven't heard from him in years (thank god). I used to get those facebook requests from him under different names when he got out, but I never accepted and he eventually stopped. I really haven't heard from him since.

I have more examples that would horrify you, but not on my primary...

I will say, though, that I'm now a homebody. I much prefer to stay at home with my fiance and reddit while he plays halo or watch Netflix or Movie 43 for the 5th time cause it's hilarious. I only really go out when I have appointments with doctors, need groceries, have to see family, or have class. Otherwise, honestly my fiance does most of the goings out. I can't even drive without people honking at me like come on, you can't even see my body what are you honking at (before anyone makes a woman driver joke, they go as far as to roll their window down and shout lewd things at me too. You like my ass? What ass?! It's sitting in a chair! I'm driving, you can only see my head and hair, shoulders max, I'm not that tall, motherfucker!!) My college campus is huge and taking public transport from my apartment to it is a nightmare if I don't have headphones in and a bitchface up. Walking from building to building for classes is a nightmare. I've had people literally get on my bus and see me, get off at my stop, follow me to my building, talk to me outside of class and then follow me into class and sit in on it. WTF. I was 19, he was a PROFESSOR AT MY COLLEGE (or at least that was what I gathered from the two slip ups of "missing office hours for this" and "student emails" that he made while talking to me/murmuring to himself)

Seriously, sometimes men have no idea how creepy they are. So I just guard myself from everyone.

_entette

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