HAL9000
Lifer
- Oct 17, 2010
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What's it called? :hmm:
Antisocial personality disorder or ASPD
What's it called? :hmm:
My stepdad thinks I'm crazy and need counseling :hmm::hmm:
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Stepdad:
Librul. Self described pacifist. Grew up in Berkley. Votes (D) 100% of the time everytime. Union leader at a public school.
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Problem:
How old are you, OP? I always thought you were on your own and had children.
Grow up?
Here's the thing: Kids look like kids to adults. When trying to put on the affectations of adulthood, their behaviors are weak and they are so stupid that they don't even know how stupid they are.
An obsession with firearms and knives shows you likely have a LOT of growing up to do -- not only that, it shows you're resistant to any sort of growing up as well, having fortified yourself behind your armaments to remain an emotional retard.
Weapons are tools, not emotional crutches. Anyone who needs them as an emotional crutch is not stable enough to be trusted with them.
THERE IS NO PROBLEM. I'M CALLING SHENS ON THIS WHOLE THING.
A Bay Area liberal pacifist from Berkeley would not vote (D) 100% of the time. (A Bay Area conservative might.) A Bay Area liberal would vote Green party and sometimes Peace and Freedom party.
Admit your lies, schneiderguy! Then ride BART to my abode and pleasure me! NOW!!!
He votes (D) because they give $$$ to the teachers union when they get elected.
Hmmm... You're still riding BART to my abode to pleasure me, right?
My stepdad thinks I'm crazy and need counseling :hmm::hmm:
Background:
Me:
I like guns and knives. I have 4 guns (one of which is a scary black AK74) and a collection of 15 or so pocket knives/fixed blades/bayonets. I also play violent video games and listen to death metal.
I'm perfectly normal. I don't even like killing spiders, I take them outside instead of squishing them.
Stepdad:
Librul. Self described pacifist. Grew up in Berkley. Votes (D) 100% of the time everytime. Union leader at a public school.
He's basically like HAL9000. Cept I have to live with him
Problem:
I got home tonight and started flicking my pocket knife back and forth. My stepdad gets all pissy at me because "I'm making too much noise" even though he's blabbing on the phone 90% of the time he's home (he's the one making too much noise).
So I started to play GTA4 with my speakers on. I was driving around murdering prostitutes and listening to the WKTT station (conservative parody station, libruls don't understand it's a parody though), and he comes into my room and freaks out and tells my mom I need counselling. :awe::awe:
tl;dr:
My stepdad thinks I'm going to kill someone
I'm not
wat do
edit: inb4 "move out". I'm moving out in 2 months.
I'm not obsessed with them. It's a hobby.
rock n roll = immorality for his parents generation, he learned sh*t didn't he.
Riiight.. that's why you're here blabbing about your guns, death metal, and GTA.
If you were an adult this would already be handled.
Aren't you the one that's obsessed with anime?
And you're telling me to be an adult :awe:
C.S. Lewis said:Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be concerned about being grown up, to admire the grown up because it is grown up, to blush at the suspicion of being childish; these things are the marks of childhood and adolescence. And in childhood and adolescence they are, in moderation, healthy symptoms. Young things ought to want to grow. But to carry on into middle life or even into early manhood this concern about being adult is a mark of really arrested development. When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.
An emo cutter with guns != healthy youthful exuberance.
mmmhmmmmmm :hmm:
Not sure how you got the impression that I'm an emo cutter.
One minute to reply. Gave that quote a lot of thought, eh?
Hiding behind your guns, eh?
Prove that you're not.
As you can see, I don't cut myself.
