The Ranting Room

Edited by Guldbamsen - January 23 2014 at 14:30

Guldbamsen wrote: f**king motherf**k f**k f**k f**k I was supposed to receive something like 11.000 kr today and got a little over 3000 instead, which means I can't pay for my apartment, warmth, electricity, internet and all those things one tends to forget... Life is grand. What's that the old and wise say? Adversity brings out the best in people?

People who insist on parking on the street when it's snowing really piss me off. It's one thing if you park well, off near the curb, but when you park in the middle of the f**king street so that people can't get out of their driveway and/or the plow can not get down the street/actually plow the street anywhere close to acceptable you are doing nothing but being a selfish oafish waste of human skin. I hope the cars that do this are horribly injured in the snowstorm by the plows, other cars, or people with common sense. f**k off already and think of what the f**k you are doing. Try to realize how insignificant you are and that you are not the center of the world and we should not cater to your f**king tiny egotistical mind.

I believe that a man who has been married for 15 years, never cheated, ..has children, and feels like he is falling romantically in love with another woman he's had conversations with only twice, is in the most pathetic situation existing on earth. He imagines that this woman is a freak, but it doesn't turn him away from the unexplainable connection between himself and this naturally beautiful woman. Across a room..their eyes often connected and it was torture for them to resist meeting. The man steps on to the porch of his house and stares at the blue sky and ridiculously white puffy clouds..but only to see her face again. The man wants to sleep so he can dream about her. The man hugs and kisses his wife goodnight and hopes that will relieve him of his desires for someone else. His friends tell him to have sex with his wife and think about the woman instead. The man finds the idea repulsive . The man walks around in a daze and becomes angered over the fact that he cannot control his romantic feelings for this woman. He wants to escape reality and is sinking into a dark hole. 

I believe a glance at first sight can lead to intimacy. I believe that 2 conversations can reveal destiny for 2 people who are misfits in the world. I think when two people are overwhelmed with each other and never act on it, it can cause great pain and dysfunction to their life. Life is very imperfect in this way. The fate one has depends on the strength of their will to not commit the act. That meaning , (in this case), your priorities sustain the feelings you have for someone will and must eventually subside and you are left with a memory instead. The timing for you and this person is obviously bad and it boils down to making a choice between free will and priorities. It's like a test to see how strong your feelings really are and you must only dream on it, never acting it out , and always wondering for the rest of your life  if it was your calling or deception. The world is very imperfect with unpredictable experiences such as these and its frustrating

Speaking as someone who has seen what such infatuation can lead to when one half of a long term marriage decides kismet has chosen a different direction for him I can only say what results I saw when my friend acted on it.

Hurt
Heartache
Misery
Resentment

My friends had no children either.

Show me one married man who can honestly say he's never even looked at another woman & wondered "what if...", however fleetingly & I'll point to a liar.

It. Isn't. Worth. It.

Just my tuppence worth

Edited by Jim Garten - May 27 2014 at 11:13

I have been recently contacted by the unemployment office . They want to know why I haven't filed a claim for 2013 where their records show that I worked for a company called "Urban Design". I am not part of the workforce and I've been filing independent taxes for years. Last year someone used my name and social security number and worked a job. No way can Iaccept these benefits. I have to meet with them in the morning and somehow prove that I'm not the person who worked that job. I contacted the company ..but the phone number was disconnected. 

Edited by TODDLER - June 11 2014 at 06:08

Today's results prove that this is a typo. I contacted the IRS and they suggested the standard procedures/steps for a civilian/victim of identity theft. This is very pathetic. Think about it. You are very small to the IRS and what's going on in your tiny little mind? I was suppose to file a police report, visit the social security administration, obtain a letter from Urban stating I was never employed, and file an online report with the IRS. Certain obvious clues when examining this case reveal a typo. It seems extreme following the procedure given by the IRS. This is right out of a Woody Allen movie.

I ran into an old childhood friend at a gig who was an SRA victim. She seemed to have her life together regarding her ability to repair surface damaged which is indicated  in the personality and is a doorway into examining the SR abuse. Of course I haven't seen her in years , but I don't doubt that she has triggers. We were all great childhood friends , but we were faced with growing up in a town that had a history of cult killings. I would say that 10 or more kids I grew up with were abused sexually in a sadistic nature, along with mental torture implanted in some of our minds to remain dorment until a trigger sets it off. We had an isolated situation that felt so vast within itself because of the high percentage growth of abducted children , some cult killings in relation with Black Magic spells and odd evident things like the police finding poppets tied to trees with local women's names and a threat they would die via magic. Nothing happened but it was strange to grow up around such bizzare activity. The police finally decided to investigate for a period of 2 years. They had a theory derived from the clues they discovered along the way. They found the dead remains of animals in ponds and wooded areas and they investigated members of a church . The police claimed a Satan worshippers sect was corrupting the minds of the youth by brainwashing them . I knew it was true...because I was there, lived through it, whatever? ......and that's next to impossible to prove to anyone, so if you are a victim of SRA....most of the time it's pointless to share it with anyone who grew up in Peyton Place , is a skeptic, or perhaps has experienced a entire different lifestyle than you. The police couldn't prove what was true because there were no marks left on a dead body. Five years ago my good friend Sharon was stabbed to death by her husband who was connected to the cult. It's really hard on me to accept the reality of it. My heart has been ripped deeply . 

A couple of days we agreed to do an "open Mic" special. Blues bands, Folk bands and Classic Rock bands. Great musicians and a nice time. I'm standing on the deck and in walks a musician I had not seen in 40 years. There stood before me...a woman with shoulder length hair, a long beautiful dress, and high heels. I looked at her face and saw my old friend Dave from the "Glam Rock" days. Seeing his face brought back memories . Memories of traveling with an original "Glam Rock" band. My first greeting was...."Don't I know you?" She responded by saying...."I don't see how you could possibly know me, I'm from South Carolina". She then introduced herself as Maggie , but with Dave's last name attached. She asked me my name and responded with charged emotion...."What kind of a name is that?" She entered the stage and performed 2 Blues numbers. She stayed and watched us play a Fusion instrumental. She walked out after that and spoke to no one in particular while leaving. There's something about this experience that angers me. There was no need for the experience to exist , but I can't control fate or the "never a dull moment" in life concept. I rant because I don't appreciate being connected to such energy. It's like....someone you grew up with pretending not to know you...because they changed their sex, took on a new role/name and wanted a new life by wiping out their past.