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Things That Shit You Up As An Adult


Mel Wood
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Being harassed or stalked :-(

 

Paintwork on my car damaged, Slashed tyres, nasty texts, cards hand delivered through my letter box. Phone calls left on my work answer phone:-(

 

This makes me feel quite scared!!

 

So get yer tits out and I'll stop.

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While at uni I took a video of some Cronenberg films out for research into a Body Horror essay and the video I got also had Society (1989) on it. Now, I guess the previous viewer stopped the video when they had had enough as it was right in the middle of the worst scenes... viewed out of context that is some fucked up shit. Having read into the film since I can see that it's pretty screwed up even in context, but I haven't been able to bring myself to view the film from the start, and I'm not keen on doing that now. Anyway, it messed with my head for a couple of days.

 

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Isn't Society a comedy? I remember laughing at it. Some cracking naked lady in it too I remember. Perfect fodder for 16 yr old Thants.

 

Haha forgot this bit.

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Everything, i'm a right worrier. Lifelong finger nail chewer and it hasn't eased off in adulthood. Responsibility? Brrrr, that's a four letter word in my eyes. I don't wanna grow up, sang the Ramones. They got that right.

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Demons.

 

Longish story but for years, I acquired a consecrated, crafted ouija board and from time to time, got it out and experimented in various places, on hol etc for a bit of an out-there one.

 

I mostly had kept it in a bag with some camping gear in the car and since last september onwards, started having disturbed sleep and nightmares, waking up in the middle of the night by a building terror that someone was slowly walking up the side of the bed towards me; it cumulated in me being woken up by a hand lightly scratching my leg and the sense of a weak hand across my throat and jumped up, not a hand on me.

 

That morning, scoured the room and under the bed and found I'd brought the board in and temporarily stasshed it under the bed and forgotten about it...

 

Board was duly binned and I have slept soundly since. Stopped dead. The channel between my side of the bed and the wall is clear now and feels "empty" again.

 

In short, don't; but I assume you all know that anyway, even if you think you "know" what you're doing or are just having a curious dalliance with the wild side.

 

So, demons.

 

That's a classic waking dream/sleep paralysis. I had it when I had things on my mind and was a bit spooked in general. It was probably triggereda bit by having used the board and got spooked. You maybe even subconsciously knew you had the board under your bed.

 

http://www.liverpoolway.co.uk/forum/gf-general-forum/47117-sleep-paralysis-old-hag.html

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Tudor style paintings. Portraits of Henry VIII and his ill looking wives fucked me up when I first saw them as an 8 year old, and stll have the same effect. One portrait in particular is of the tallest recorded female of all time. She was 8'2'' and the size of the dress in the photo gave me chills... Neg me all ya like, it was fookin' frightening!

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I can't run and jump over a 2 foot wall now without thinking I'll catch my foot and smash my face on the floor. If I see my nephew do it, it makes me flinch.

 

And how the fuck is Nantwich in the green? Can anybody show me the thread where people were repping him?

 

Check the abortion thread.

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I used to laugh at people who were scared of heights when I was a kid. I know when it happened though. I was absailing down a cliff and somehow my carabiner stuck and I turned upside down. It was my absolute belief at this time that that only thing keeping me alive was keeping a firm grip on the rope. For over half an hour until someone could absail down on either side of me and free the tangle.

 

I no longer laugh at people who are scared of heights since then, as I absolutely shit it about standing near a drop of anything over about six foot.

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My wife's grandad, a russian veteran of the great patriotic war. It had obviously affected him, even dogs refused to meet his stare, they'd sort of look sideways at him and growl. The first time I met him he was drunk, he'd been drinking solid since 1945 so it was to be expected. The future ma inlaw came in talking about cats messing in the garden. In a thick russian (with a touch of irish) accent he said "catch only one, tie it to the fence and cut it's belly. It will scream it's guts out and the rest will run away". The ma inlaw tutted and rolled her eyes "take no notice, he's talking about RATS". The future mrs wad raised her eyebrows and said to me "like fuck, he's talking about germans". From that day on, no matter how pissed I got, I never shit in his garden.

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My wife's grandad, a russian veteran of the great patriotic war. It had obviously affected him, even dogs refused to meet his stare, they'd sort of look sideways at him and growl. The first time I met him he was drunk, he'd been drinking solid since 1945 so it was to be expected. The future ma inlaw came in talking about cats messing in the garden. In a thick russian (with a touch of irish) accent he said "catch only one, tie it to the fence and cut it's belly. It will scream it's guts out and the rest will run away". The ma inlaw tutted and rolled her eyes "take no notice, he's talking about RATS". The future mrs wad raised her eyebrows and said to me "like fuck, he's talking about germans". From that day on, no matter how pissed I got, I never shit in his garden.

 

:lol: Excellent!

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