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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: franksolich on May 29, 2009, 09:53:51 AM
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Oh my.
The former Mrs. Sniffa primitive, who was abandoned by her husband for a floozy.
Rising Phoenix (1000+ posts) Thu May-28-09 07:51 PM
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Strange sensations with med change....
Due to horrible and potentially dangerous reaction to my dose of seroquel it was cut in half overnight about two and a half weeks ago. Of course there are the normal reactions....trouble sleeping, irritability and some stomach upset. However, and I guess just as normal but in an entirely different category of reactions, I have become very depressed.
I am sure part of that is the chemical change in my brain, but I attribute most of it to the fact that I'm not knocked off my ass by anti psychotics. I am feeling emotions for the first time this week regarding events that happened two, three, even 10 years ago.
I FEEL everything now. This is slowly settling down as I work through the feelings in healthy ways i.e. I have not cut, smoked, drank, binged, purged, restricted, or self abused in any way, with the exception of a little too much retail therapy.
I have not been so people pleasing as I need to deal with my onset of physical and emotional symptoms and am finding myself more respected, appreciated, and likeable......go figure I also have started writing again. It has been years since I put pen to paper in any significant and productive way, now I can not stop, be it taking notes, jotting ideas or writing full blown essays and poems. Depression really fuels the verbal artist in me.
I have an appt early next week with pdoc and therapist to check up on how I am doing. I am hoping for some relief from the depression, so as I may sleep, eat, shower, and stop crying.
I hope this post isn't too confusing. The one thing no amount of therapy or psychotropic drugs have been able to stop is my tendency to make a difficult, or even traumatic experience sound light hearted, happy and optimistic. My sister hates when I do that. lol
I'll keep you all posted....off to discover who I actually am.
What is "retail therapy"?
Is that when the primitives go out to max out the credit card or blow the welfare check at Wal-Mart, buying things they don't need, but it feels good?
hedgehog (1000+ posts) Thu May-28-09 09:21 PM
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1. Another optomistic depressive! Proof that this is a real disease and not all in our heads (so to speak!) Stay hopeful!
Actually, the former Mrs. Sniffa primitive should do more than just stay hopeful.
The former Mrs. Sniffa primitive should sue the balls off the sniffing primitive, for lots and lots of alimony.
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man.
these people are all nutz
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It's been ten years since she was off of enough meds to have emotions? I think I'll have to side with Sniffa and Bi-boobs here. There is nothing near to the state of living with someone who has reduced their response levels to that of a living robot just because they are afraid to have emotions like most other humans.
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It's been ten years since she was off of enough meds to have emotions? I think I'll have to side with Sniffa and Bi-boobs here.
Well, I dunno, sir.
Even before the bi-boobs primitive connected with the sniffing primitive, I always smelt the rancid odor of "gold-digger."
I'm sure the former Mrs. Sniffa was no fun to live with, given her ailments, but it was the sniffing primitive's duty to help her get well, not run away from her, especially into the arms of a cheap two-bit greasy strumpet.
And besides, being a man, and knowing how men can be, and because it's chivalrous, franksolich feels compelled to side with the wronged woman, not her weak spineless ex-husband and a gangrenous Medusa.
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Well, I dunno, sir.
Even before the bi-boobs primitive connected with the sniffing primitive, I always smelt the rancid odor of "gold-digger."
I'm sure the former Mrs. Sniffa was no fun to live with, given her ailments, but it was the sniffing primitive's duty to help her get well, not run away from her, especially into the arms of a cheap two-bit greasy strumpet.
And besides, being a man, and knowing how men can be, and because it's chivalrous, franksolich feels compelled to side with the wronged woman, not her weak spineless ex-husband and a gangrenous Medusa.
Wouldn't there actually have to be some gold for that to work? Not that any DUmmie's plans are normally based on a rational foundation, of course.
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Well, I dunno, sir.
Even before the bi-boobs primitive connected with the sniffing primitive, I always smelt the rancid odor of "gold-digger."
I'm sure the former Mrs. Sniffa was no fun to live with, given her ailments, but it was the sniffing primitive's duty to help her get well, not run away from her, especially into the arms of a cheap two-bit greasy strumpet.
And besides, being a man, and knowing how men can be, and because it's chivalrous, franksolich feels compelled to side with the wronged woman, not her weak spineless ex-husband and a gangrenous Medusa.
What you say is true to a point.
If a person becomes critically injured and they are a long way from medical help, one does what one can to keep that person alive. Whether that is CPR, or rescue breathing, or taking steps to stop dangerous bleeding, or trying to treat for heat stroke. But there comes a point that if alone, a person runs out of stamina the injured person dies, in spite of everything possible being done.
I don't know if Sniffa did everything that could be done until he ran out of any stamina to keep the marriage going, that is between him and her and God. It seems to me that it was a joint decision to bring bi-boobs into the picture. That was a move that all but assured the destruction of their marriage.
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I don't know if Sniffa did everything that could be done until he ran out of any stamina to keep the marriage going, that is between him and her and God. It seems to me that it was a joint decision to bring bi-boobs into the picture. That was a move that all but assured the destruction of their marriage.
That's the way it looks to me too. Having another female in the relationship, doomed it from the very start. Women, don't share their men, period! Don't get me wrong, men don't share either, but I think it is far more apparent.
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Seroquel is some nasty chit......it turns ya into a zombie....
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Seroquel is some nasty chit......it turns ya into a zombie....
This is the DU forum. Stop being so darned redundantly redundant.
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This is the DU forum. Stop being so darned redundantly redundant.
Well it turned me into a zombie(that's why I quit takin it)
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Breaking it down for clarity.
The ex claims to be bi sexual.
Sniffa claims to be bi sexual.
bi baby claims to be bi sexual.
ALL claim to be polyamorous.
They considered themselves married but would invite another if all agreed.
Myspace pictures proved their sickness ran deep.
After being witness to their photographic depravity I can say no one in that threesome is a victim of anything.
It played out exactly like it was doomed to.
They're just so nasty.
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I love it when one after another liberals admit to being mentally ill.
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I love it when one after another liberals admit to being mentally ill.
Oh, the mental health forum on Skins's island is one of the busiest.
It's always popping in there; lots of new material all the time.
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Oh, the mental health forum on Skins's island is one of the busiest.
It's always popping in there; lots of new material all the time.
They aren't so much sock puppets as each personality has its own user account.
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Breaking it down for clarity.
The ex claims to be bi sexual.
Sniffa claims to be bi sexual.
bi baby claims to be bi sexual.
ALL claim to be polyamorous.
They considered themselves married but would invite another if all agreed.
Myspace pictures proved their sickness ran deep.
After being witness to their photographic depravity I can say no one in that threesome is a victim of anything.
It played out exactly like it was doomed to.
They're just so nasty.
It's perhaps more complicated than that, madam, and it's perfectly fine to speculate and debate, because remember, it was the sniffing primitive, the former Mrs. Sniffa, and the sordid bi-boobs primitive who put their dirty laundry out for all to see and comment upon. If they had kept their skidmarked underwear out of public view, then no, it wouldn't be decent to pry.
However, since they all but ran the dirty laundry up the flagpole for all to see, then it's useful to speculate and debate, as a means of understanding primitivity.
One has no doubt the former Mrs. Sniffa is not perfect, far from it.
However, it is not merely chivalry that compells me to be on the "side" of the former Mrs. Sniffa. That's a lot of it, but not all of it.
I'm speculating that the former Mrs. Sniffa, being seriously ill, was losing her grip, and fearful of losing her husband.
Having half a husband is better than having no husband at all.
So the former Mrs. Sniffa agreed to share the sniffing primitive with the trashy bi-boobs primitive. Please notice the word "share," meaning half and half.
However, the former Mrs. Sniffa failed to recognize the voracious, insatiable appetite and selfishness of the piggish bi-boobs primitive, who wanted not just half of the sniffing primitive, but all of him, every bit of him.
And the sniffing primitive, being weak in character and principle, succumbed to the deadly embrace of der alte sau, the bi-boobs primitive. It's always easier just to surrender, than to work something out.
Inevitably, the sniffing primitive will be consumed by the porcine bi-boobs primitive; it always happens, it hasn't ever not happened.
This does not make the sniffing primitive any more of a "victim," though; by being spineless and weak, the sniffing primitive has only himself to blame.
Do these speculations sound reasonable?
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Yes they do sound reasonable but for one thing.
Bi baby was for the ex not sniffa foot.
It was raisins on a chocolate chip cookie for him, nothing more.
I always thought they would boot him out. The women were the relationship.
Something happened between those two and it wasn't about him.
Or I could be wrong. :-)
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Yes they do sound reasonable but for one thing.
Bi baby was for the ex not sniffa foot.
It was raisins on a chocolate chip cookie for him, nothing more.
I always thought they would boot him out. The women were the relationship.
Something happened between those two and it wasn't about him.
Or I could be wrong. :-)
Oh.
Well, I'm going to have to alter or amend or completely remodel my speculations then.
You see, I was aware of the former Mrs. Sniffa primitive, the sniffing primitive, and the odoriferous bi-boobs primitive, when the first two were together, and the sleazy bi-boobs primitive was courting some other scrunchy woman in college.
And then there was a gap, because I got bored with them.
When I checked into them again, this threesome thing had come and gone.
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Myspace pictures proved their sickness ran deep.
And ruined the color purple for me forever... :badmood:
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And ruined the color purple for me forever... :badmood:
You know, I'm really having a problem with this, trying to re-adjust my speculations in light of new information. (By the way, I never use web-sites other than Skins's island, for observation of the primitives, and so I had no idea this was all over the internet.)
Try as I can, I can't cast the weak spineless ballless sniffing primitive as the victim.
My very being revolts against the notion.
Being a man, I know how men are.
And so that leaves either the cast-off Mrs. Sniffa or the brazen hussy as the victim.
Bear with me while I try to re-adjust my speculations; it's probably going to take some industrial-strength power tool to do it.
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People brag about the prescription drugs they are on these days like people used to brag about actual accomplishments years ago.
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with the exception of a little too much retail therapy.
I believe that, in the former Mrs. Sniffa's case, some retail therapy is advisable. After all, her original tail was apparently not talented enough to keep her "man".
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The way I read it is sniffa foot smeller wanted bi baby to join the couple but the ex wanted it more.
I got the impression from their pictures the women enjoyed each other more than they did his grody self.
They spent more time together, commiserated about past abuses, loves, mental health issues. Female bonding and all that crap.
Sniffa butt enjoyed bragging about having two women.
All in all they were just a bunch of sick freak nasty people living a fantasy.
Dummies.
The ex's breakdown ? I have a feeling she got violent, was taken to the hospital one day and all the love ended.
Like I said, I may be wrong but that's how I saw it.
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People brag about the prescription drugs they are on these days like people used to brag about actual accomplishments years ago.
I see people, most likely DUmmies, that must spend every day of the week at a doctor's office. It's like their job.
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Well, I dunno, sir.
Even before the bi-boobs primitive connected with the sniffing primitive, I always smelt the rancid odor of "gold-digger."
I'm sure the former Mrs. Sniffa was no fun to live with, given her ailments, but it was the sniffing primitive's duty to help her get well, not run away from her, especially into the arms of a cheap two-bit greasy strumpet.
And besides, being a man, and knowing how men can be, and because it's chivalrous, franksolich feels compelled to side with the wronged woman, not her weak spineless ex-husband and a gangrenous Medusa.
Wasn't this a Ménage à trois?
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The way I read it is sniffa foot smeller wanted bi baby to join the couple but the ex wanted it more.
I got the impression from their pictures the women enjoyed each other more than they did his grody self.
They spent more time together, commiserated about past abuses, loves, mental health issues. Female bonding and all that crap.
Sniffa butt enjoyed bragging about having two women.
All in all they were just a bunch of sick freak nasty people living a fantasy.
Dummies.
The ex's breakdown ? I have a feeling she got violent, was taken to the hospital one day and all the love ended.
Like I said, I may be wrong but that's how I saw it.
Well, madam, you had a front-row seat while I was sitting way in the back row, reading a newspaper; you're probably right on the mark.
But damn, surely there has to be a victim here, a primitive less at fault than the other two primitives involved. At fault, yes, but less at fault.
I'm still tumbling in a loop because of all these new revelations, which compelled me to toss my prior speculations out the window, as if cats or something.
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That's it Frank !
The cats !
They have 2 cats. Poor little things being witness to human nuttiness not to mention a dirty home.
Yep, they are the victims. :-)
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Apparently even DUmmie men can only think with one head at a time...go figure.
Cindie
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Apparently even DUmmie men can only think with one head at a time...go figure.
Cindie
I'm surprised that they can think with one head at all.
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Well, I wasn't here for ANY of this side show of sickness, but Frank, I do indeed think you are being a little too chivalrous. Men can indeed be pigs, but as a woman, I can say with all honesty that men tend to be simple. It is the women who tend to plot, plan and be very devious. Women tend to be much more vindictive and also unbalanced. It is painful to admit, but most women will tell you they know what a man wants, what he will do in just about any situation, but women.....well, don't make one mad and turn your back on them. My hubby also sees women as the fairer and gentler sex, which is utterly sweet, but not exactly true. Black widows, anyone?
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.....but Frank, I do indeed think you are being a little too chivalrous.
Sorry, madam, but I can't help being me.
Recall, please, that Doug's ex-wife is generally considered a vile person, a jerk, a rectal aperture, and really stupid besides.
But even during the height of the Scamdal four years ago, I persisted in thinking of her as the wronged woman in the sense that she was being used by some other human agency for its own purposes. Her being a woman, I just couldn't force myself to think her authentically malicious.
By the time I faced reality, though, she had changed again, to an object of scorn-filled pity, what with the obvious deterioration and erosion of her cerebral capacities due to overuse of mind-altering pharmaceutical drugs.
So that's a whole new ball of wax.
Credit it to my Pollyanna attitude; after all, it took me much longer to understand Pedro Picasso is a loser, than it did others, and that's really saying something.