That's great!

I think the text in your profile is well written and mostly free of spelling errors, but a couple of paragraph breaks would make it a lot easier to read.

Otherwise you seem to be a very nice person and very full of life. I'm sure a conversation with you would be quite entertaining, and anyone lucky enough to be friends with you is, well... lucky! yours in Chaos, Scarlett

XD!!!

Of course it does. Only men are supposed to be able to do that, right?

Guys who use women sh1t bricks when the tables get turned on them. It's not just socially "wrong", it's "undermining our culture and leading to the eventual fall of Western civilization" wrong!!!

Not all anarchists throw bombs, ya know. In fact, throwing bombs is an extremely inefficient way to bring about change. xoxoxo

People that go on and on with this "why can't I find someone? it's been (number) of years and I'm still alone! why, oh why? woe is meeee!" should be forced to sit and read accounts like this one.

This is what reacting purely to loneliness, and being desperate for love and affection, will lead us into if we are not careful.

I'm not saying that I don't sympathize with you; I do. I'm not saying that this guy isn't a little skank; he is.

But who's really to blame here? The internet makes it so much easier for guys and girls like this to do their thing, but those who fall for them are so naive and lonely that they don't trust their instincts. Your instincts were trying to tell you that this guy wasn't being up front, but you waited until the point of no return to listen to them--if you found out through myspace that he is a flake, you could have found that out BEFORE you made a decision to change your life in such a drastic way. You just wanted to keep living in that fantasy a little... bit... longer...

If someone you have never met face to face starts telling you that he/she loves you and wants to be with you, take it with a HUGE grain of salt. Don't ever let a person you meet on the internet monopolize all your time and attention. Even if you have talked to that person on the phone over and over, and have IM chats with them every day, you do not truly know that person until you meet him or her in real life.

Your heart is precious. Don't give it all away at once for an airy promise.

This happened to me several years ago, but I figured things out and turned the tables on my would-be exploiter. This guy was 19 years old and he started sending me IMs telling me how beautiful I was and how he felt we had a special connection, and blah blah. He was really good looking. He lived in another state, but not all that far away. Of course I was flattered. I spent a lot of time--too much time, time when I should have been working and making money--talking to him, because I was lonely.

However, I started to become a bit suspicious of him after he refused my invitation for him to visit; I offered to buy him a bus ticket so that he could come out and spend a couple of weeks at my house. No--he wanted for me to come out to where he was and get a place. He couldn't bear to leave his friends and family, supposedly.

Couldn't bear to leave his friends and family for TWO WEEKS?

I already knew this guy was a player--he didn't pretend he wanted only me, but bragged about his exploits with various girls that he knew. However, I had something that his crack-smoking welfare mom girlfriends didn't have: Security. Also I found out that the girls that were available to him were, even though they were in their teens and early 20s, not too hot looking; if you have abused drugs heavily and had several children by age 21, don't kid yourself: you're not going to look all that great. You're going to be in poor health and you're going to be missing some teeth, etc.

So ok: This guy can't tear himself away from his little scene for two weeks to accept my polite and generous offer for him to come for a visit, but he's saying that he "loves" me and wants to "be with" me? Not bloody likely.

I made arrangements to go out and see him. We were going to party, we were going to screw, and he was going to show me how much he cared for me and wanted for me to be in his life.

I did pass through the town where he lived. I called him and told him to meet me at such-and-such place. I sat at a distance and watched to see if he would show up, and he did. I called him from my cell phone and watched him answer my call with an eager smile on his face. I asked him if he was ready to see me, and an enthusiastic "YES!" was the reply. I asked him if he was ready to have fun, and got another "YES!"

Then I said, "If that's the case, now you know what it's like to feel truly disappointed. I'm lookin at you right now--you're wearing a black baseball cap and khaki pants, and you have the STUPIDEST EXPRESSION on your face, yo! You're lucky I'm not in a vengeful mood right now, because me shooting you and getting away with it would be the easiest thing in the world! It's not like anybody would miss your sorry a$$, either."

He whirled around and finally saw me. I waved at him, got back on my bike, and left.

A couple of hundred miles further down the road was another guy--about the same age, even cuter, and MUCH nicer--that I had started flirting with on line several months before, and that guy was REALLY happy to see me.

This was several years ago, and I still talk to the second guy; I chatted with him just the other day. He has his own place now and has a good job (though he still doesn't have a car! oh well!) and is eager for me to visit.

Your heart, as I said, is precious. Guard it with everything you've got! Enjoy your life and love yourself first and foremost. You don't have to be a devious harlot like me, necessarily--and how could you be? you're much too nice!--but you don't have to be a setup for every loser that trolls the internet looking for lonely women, either.

I hope this was helpful. yours in Chaos, Scarlett

(edit) Actually, I recognized the picture in the profile as someone from another site, lol. But fake or not, it's not like stuff like this never happens. Her story may have been concocted, but mine wasn't! lol

It's so strange to see that this is considered an issue worthy of discussion. In a lot of cultures throughout human history, being in love with and/or marrying a person (male or female) much older than oneself was considered to be a savvy move.

The older person is already likely to have property, security, offspring from their youth; the younger partner therefore gets a headstart as an adult without the heavy responsibility, just as the love and care of his/her parents gave him a headstart as an infant. Once the older partner dies, the younger partner is already established with money, property, offspring, etc., and ready to help a younger person get his/her headstart as an adult.

The attraction of young people for older partners is not as unnatural as our current civilization supposes.

Western civilization is based on pioneering and expansion, and in it young females are viewed as a commodity to be used by dominant males, rather than valued partners. Children are a commodity in and of themselves, and for many years the emphasis has been on "quantity over quality".

Now that pioneering and expansion are over (at least until the next time the human population is reduced by half or more), females young and old can attempt to regain their status as members of regular society.

But of course I'm well aware that topics likes aren't really for discussion of this issue; it's just another opportunity for members to brag, carp, or whine about their personal likes and dislikes. ;)

Nevertheless, I hope it was helpful. yours in Chaos, Scarlett

Well, I can only tell you what works for me: After a certain period of profound grief, I went out and found someone who was younger and cuter than the guy who dropped me. I didn't like this guy as much but I pretended I did.

I made sure that all our mutual acquaintances knew about the riotous and scandalous fun that was being had.

It was difficult at first but the payoff came when I was sure that the two letters "EX", instead of meaning "ex boyfriend" stood for EXTREMELY JEALOUS and HIDING IT EXTREMELY POORLY former boyfriend.

I'm not being flippant or disrespectful here--I've seen this work well for others besides myself. You may have to force yourself to smile at first, but it gets easier as you go along. I hope this was helpful. yours in Chaos, Scarlett

Oh hell no! XD

There's no way you can really understand the meaning of your own dreams unless you investigate them yourself. Books and classes that interpret dreams in terms of symbol sets may sell well and give people seeking meaning a sense of security, but they really all miss the mark. The work of psychologists (Jung, for example) directed toward creating a lexicon of dream imagery that "works" for all people is well-meaning but also misses the mark.

The imagery in your dreams is specific to you and your life personally and the only way you can really interpret the imagery is to do your own research.

If you are REALLY interested in the symbolism of your dreams, the first thing you should do is start keeping a detailed record of then. The best time to remember your dream is when you first wake up. If you keep a notebook next to your bed and try to record what you can remember of your dream upon first awakening, you will find that your dream memories will become more and more detailed and vivid as time goes on. I keep a microcassette recorder on my nightstand and dictate what I can remember of my dream when I first wake up, and then later I transcribe the tape. I have been doing this for an extremely long time.

Once you have been keeping this record for a few weeks you'll start to see patterns emerge. At this point figuring out what your dreams "mean" will get a whole lot easier.

As for your question: Every dream is "strange", lol!

I hope this was helpful. yours in Chaos, Scarlett

Greetings. :)

Discussion forum posts like these illustrate so very well the two major problems facing religion (any religion, not just Xtianity) today:

First, the insistence on the part of religious hierarchy that sacred writings must be interpreted in concrete, rather than figurative, terms. While this may constitute job security for unimaginative clerics more bent on controlling people than instilling reverence for divinity, it also creates a sense of vagueness and unreality around those teachings and reduces their credibility as a whole among educated and uneducated people alike.

Secondly: The average person of faith tends to be less well educated and capable of expression/communication than the average heathen. People of intelligence start to gain the impression that religious figures (Jesus, the Buddha, Mohammed, Moses, etc.) were just a bunch of dorks who went around shooting their mouths off and getting more than their fair share of attention, rather than men and women who were enlightened, intelligent, and highly educated. yours in Chaos, Scarlett

Hello, and: Just working at the moment. What's up with you?

I said: It's not synthetic. It's a natural thing that the concept was built around. The perception of a 7-day cycle is something that existed before there were words to describe it, so it's to be expected that once there WAS language, the natural cycles would be an integral part of language.

It's like saying "who thought up numbers?" One person did not create numbers.

At least, if I understand your question--if I am not getting what you're asking, let me know. xoxo

The 7-day cycle is not synthetic. Consider that the lunar cycle is 28 days from new moon to new moon--that is four periods of 7 days each, right? yours in Chaos, Scarlett

The most enjoyable thing about it is the host--that guy is like a porn actor or something. He NEVER SMILES. He's always completely stonefaced in these situations where I would be rolling on the ground laughing. (Did you see that one episode where that one guy stabbed him?)

Because it's like a game. I just start clicking and sort of lose track of the idea that these are real people who may actually want to meet me.

Anyway, I figure if someone really wants to meet me, he/she will message me. yours in Chaos, Scarlett

I have not been able to watch TV for about three years now (don't get regular TV in this area and I'm too cheap to pay for cable).

However, I used to LOVE that show. It was absolutely one of my favorites.

And no: I would not want to be on it, either as "cheater" or "cheatee". yours in Chaos, Scarlett

I've been having a conversation on YIM for the last 45 minutes or so with Helmut.

I'm pretty stoked myself; apparently there are several really hot-looking Asian chicks who want to meet me RIGHT NOW. O.o

Hello. :)

I'm... so happy for you.... *wipes away a little tear*

The first one. I can't remember what it was called; at any rate it was so long ago that it has probably been torn down by now. I think it was called "the Cyclone" and it was in an amusement park in Knoxville, TN, where our family lived when I was a little kid.

I bugged my dad over and over to take me on the roller coaster. Then once it got on it, I thought I was gonna die; actually I thought I had already died and gone to hell, lol.

I will never ever forget how frightened I was. It was an epiphany of sorts. yours in Chaos, Scarlett