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  1. I(21 m) am a long-time lurker on this site for like 9 - 10 years. I have uploaded few MTLs and a couple topics but nothing too significant. Main Topic : I never realized how much i use this site until the maintenance break happened. So let me first introduce myself. I am a college student, poly-addict and porn-addict , I have been broke multiple time because of my drug abuse but always no serious issues cause my friends and roommates are responsible enough take care of me. My interest in omo things started very young used to play holding games as a kid when i was home alone and i had a computer with internet so yea as soon as found out about this site I was visiting it every weekend and began edging all day before I even knew how to masturbate. And also was curious about drugs as a kid, I used to not sleep entire nights so I could hallucinate and as soon i realized drugs are real always wanted to try them and now after abusing drugs and porn for Dopamine i feel like genuinely cannot feel happy ever unless I'm high. So I really need a break but I just can't stop visiting this site , I can't stop smoking weed because that will stop connections with some close friends and I don't have enough self-control to look at drugs and not do them. I currently have a good job offer that i can take if i don't fail college . But i really just want to be happy. My college is out of town so i only abuse drugs when i'm in the city where my college is , my parents don't know about even the alcohol abuse(or just use , they dont kno i drink), and i wanted to get clean before go home for x-mas which ig will not happen. The last time i went to my home town i stayed sober for a month, hit the gym , gained muscle but then i go back and abuse the shit out of my lungs and entire body and now i feel like the loop will never end. I just don't know what to do please reply and tell me if you guys have faced similar situations i would really appreciate having a perspective on this cause i have no one in real life who i can discuss my porn addiction with. And please feel free to ask me anything you need more details on. Ask me anything . I wrote this on the hopes to reach out to someone dealing with similar things or has dealt with similar things .
  2. What situations have you been in in real life where you have been bursting but couldn’t go? i spent years teaching where I couldn’t just leave a class of young children unsupervised just to empty my bladder no matter how badly I needed it. I am also a parent so often have to deal with urgent situations at home that mean I can’t just go pee even when bursting. Over the tears I have also had jobs where it simply wasn’t possible to just go pee whenever you wanted. On a cash desk you couldn’t just leave the till of money unattended or when in a call centre you had to finish your call regardless how long it took. i have also been in training course and business meetings when you would get into a lot of trouble leaving to use the bathroom. I’m curious what other situations others have been in in real life that made them have to hold.
  3. As the title goes, which anime character do you relate or connect the most to? You can name more than one, since it is not necessary that a single character portrays your image completely. I find myself somewhat like Kai from Beyblade or Sasuke form Naruto, because they both like to keep quite and aloof, just like me. I can somewhat relate to Vegeta from Dragon Ball Z too, because I always get angry at little things but this anger also drives me towards my goals . (That is what I feel )
  4. I have always been turned on by desperation to pee for as long as I can recall. It was what lead me to discover masterbating (enjoying my own desperation and frantically holding) and the one sure fire thing that has always ‘got me going’ . but there have been times in my life when through shame or circumstance or deliberately avoiding it that I have tried to keep away from this fetish. Probably the longest I went without reading about it, watching it, writing about it and actively thinking about it was about half a year. But then as soon as I see or hear someone desperate it comes flooding back and it’s like an addiction for a long time again. in recent years it’s very much been a constant and the older I get the more I accept that this is just a part of me and nothing to be ashamed about. Has it always been a constant in your life and if not was it a deliberate decision to step back or was it circumstances that meant you couldn’t?
  5. I don't always make New Years Resolutions, but I am this year. Nothing too lofty or unreasonable, so I stand a pretty good chance of making them happen: Sculpt my muscles, especially my abs. Publish my original fiction. Make more public wetting/pissing videos. Go to the ppv in March. Take a real vacation, not a staycation. "Staycation", what a stupid word. Teach my kids to drive. Find a new tattoo artist. Move closer to work. Anyone else making any?
  6. I have to say, off-topic sounds like the perfect place for this. I've had this thought on my mind lately and its really been bothering me. I've probably pent it up too long and it feels like it's near a boiling point. If anyone has advice, can relate, or is just willing to listen, it would mean the world to me. I am supremely upset with myself. In one of those strange mysteries of the world, time flows by at an alarming rate. You turn around and you're a year older, you take a breath and you're four years past high school. I'm sure many can relate to that, it just feels like an inevitable part of humanity. To quote one of my favorite movies of all time, "Time waits for no one". Such a simple phrase, with such powerful words. It is unfortunate that it wasn't until this very year that the true, intrinsic value of those words sunk into my thick head. Your life is your life to live, make the decisions and live it with your heart. I've been one of those people my whole life, the one who merely floats on by. Someone who doesn't challenge the current, but simply just goes along. I graduated high school, fine. Parent suggest going to college, fine. I go to college, work full-time, and graduate, fine. I hit a bump for a year and then find a great company to work for, fine. Build my career at said company, fine. I went to a college an hour from my hometown, I work and now live about an hour away from my hometown. I never moved because, well, why? I was satisfied enough, right? It wasn't until last year I took a week long cabin trip with my friends from high school that it all clicked. We hung out as a huge group for the first time in awhile, my friends moved all throughout the world, because they could, because they wanted to, because they dared. I'm not saying that I'm unhappy, but I'm getting this unsettling feeling in my stomach of suffering for stagnation. About never leaving this place, getting overly complacent and set. It may sound stupid, it may sound impulsive, but I kind of want to move to Japan in a few years. A little while ago, I took a month trip all throughout Japan with a few friends and there was so much of it that I loved. The culture was interesting and so many parts of it I enjoyed. So much of it was cleaner, people seemed so much more genuine and approachable. I live in America and it may very well fuel part of why I'd like to move. I wouldn't even call it because of the chaotic US nature as of late, it just feels like a much deeper root cause and now-integrated selfish behavior in our society. As with any culture, moving to Japan would have its costs (stricter work ethic, less appreciation for foreigners versus tourists, etc.), but it still really sounds appealing. I have been taking Japanese classes just for fun, but I can easily ramp up my schedule. I would plan on doing what I needed (getting the English/Japanese language certifications I need and learning more about my business within Japan). I guess the biggest things I get concerned about: I would likely be 31 by the time I would have the certifications necessary, is that too old to move? I'm currently single and the move would be by myself and to a new place. I just feel that if I felt this way when I was 21, I would have moved already. Am I being reckless/ not thinking straight? Or am I unnecessarily unhinging my life? Anyone with experience like this would be super appreciated.
  7. I take a lot of ribbing from friends and some family members because I refuse to get a smartphone. I also hear people snickering or notice them looking at me crazy when I use my ancient phone in public, but I don't care; I'm happy with my grandma's old phone that can only call and text (by pressing each key several times to get the letter or symbol). I will NEVER get a higher tech phone ever again, for a good reason. A few years ago, my techy phone was hacked. All of my pictures were emailed to all of my contacts, and anyone appearing in the carbon copy area of messages I received, along with a slanderous message about me. The hacker(s) turned on my GPS, and sent me texts from short-code numbers telling me how far I was from the nearest cell phone tower at that particular time. They also could apparently see all the texts I sent and received, and sent me (and some of the people I texted with) more short-code messages containing fragments of the texts, or replied on their own. I did the usual block, and soon got another message: "Blocks won't stop me". So, I called the phone company (I won't say which one) and explained what was happening, and they claimed that was "impossible" and that they had no idea what I was talking about. This was actually before it happened to all those celebrities, and made big news, so maybe they really didn't know, but it sure wasn't impossible, because it happened to me. I had them change the number, but I seldom used it after that. When my grandma died, I just asked my parents if I could have her phone, which was on their plan, and they said yes, so they wouldn't have to pay to shut it off. I paid to shut off mine, and have only used grandma's phone ever since. I never found out who did it, either. Anyone else ever been through that? If so, did it change how you use technology?
  8. Hello everyone, I haven't made an experience post in a while and have mostly been uploading videos I've had moldering on my hard drive for to long, I've been pretty busy unfortunately. I hope people have enjoyed the videos, more to come, apparently I've got a huge collection. As many of you will know, I recently completed my degree and have been looking for a job, post-doc, or something to get by. I've been doing a lot of travelling, going back home to Canada to visit my family, my husband's family, and a little bit of Europe, and you know, get the years of sitting in a little office writing out of my system. I've got a couple more big flights coming up, hence my thread on flights (thanks for the ideas everyone). My husband is wrapping up his work in the lab here in the UK and we are in a bit of a transition stage. Things on the job front haven't been looking good, and it looks like we will be moving back to Canada. I suppose this was to be expected, I've been making the joke that a PhD in philosophy is a licence to drive a cab for years to my friends, but it looks like this might actually be the thing (Except I've been living in the UK for too long and haven't really driven much... eek, I've be a terrible Uber driver). Things have been moving pretty fast this week and what started off as a visit to my sister's in Vancouver next week, might turn into a sort of move to Vancouver with most of my stuff (with hubby to follow later). So updating you all on my life was one of the reasons why I made this post, the other was to ask people's opinion on something. So I'm at the stage where I'm sitting down, spending 5 to 8 hours a day writing job ad post-doc applications and I have no money coming in, which got me thinking about ways to make a little money while I'm doing this. The hubby's got his research funding but you all know how far this goes (or can imagine). Anyhow, I was thinking about ideas when a topic that came up in a discussion group on feminism from a graduate seminar* many years ago came to mind: what if I sold my used panties online? Apparently this is a thing. Thinking about doing this gives me a little exhibitionistic flutter, kinda like posting a video of me wetting myself, but way more intimate (and on a smaller scale). Anyhow I'm kinda warming up to the idea, but I wanted to ask people on the forum what they thought before I go crazy and start like actually selling my panties to strangers. So what do you all think? Have any of you bought used panties online? Would you? To get you thinking, here's a picture of a pair of my old panties after a sneezing leak from a little while back. Thanks for the feedback everyone, and back to packing. * Imagine a group of about 15 MA students sitting around a table arguing about sex work, feminism and sex positivism, and then heading to the pub, continuing the conversation in loud voices, and the whole thing eventually ending in us being bought a couple of rounds of drinks, and someone yelling about the clitoris. Philosopher's can have fun too.
  9. "Who there is?" Ok, just playing with the lame song, sorry, but this post is really about the father (I'll call him George) of my older son, who's now seventeen. A couple weekends ago, George, who I met way back in 1996 when we worked for the same grocery store, came to visit to see about his son for the first time in about ten years. He had been writing him, and talking to him on the phone for about a year before, but prior to that, no contact at all for about ten years. I was surprised that our son was so accepting of George, and even was pleased to find how much he had in common with him, from looks, to mannerisms, to clothing preferences, to interests and hobbies. They had a great time together. I also had a great time with George, we burned a few together, and talked about old times and updated each other about ourselves, and people we still kept in contact with from back in the day. Shocking to find out how people changed, George and myself included. George has been texting me regularly since he left. He wants to rekindle something with me besides just friendship. I'm not sure if he means our old friends-with-benefits arrangement from our teen years, or taking a stab at a relationship, which we've never done. Either way, I'm not sure how I feel about it. When I was a teenager, I would've loved to have a relationship with George, but he wouldn't leave his girlfriend. Nowadays, I don't want a relationship at all, not with George or anyone else. The friends with benefits thing...I don't know about that, either. Sex isn't a huge part of my life, I have some hangups about it, so I don't have it often, and I'm alive and well and happy. I warned him that I'm a pee freak, but it didn't turn him off, he just replied that he didn't want it in his face...cool. So he's down to explore, could be interesting. And, I'd be lying if I said it wouldn't be interesting to play with someone I'd last played with 18 years ago. I have a lot of respect and love for George. Not the romantic kind, but a deep friendship kind; he gave me one of the coolest kids in the world :) But, I can't help but think it would be a little ratchety if I got involved with him again, my baby daddy; our son is almost 18! It would be like a bad movie. Hell, it's already got elements of a bad movie; father decides to wake up and get involved with his surviving kids after learning one has died, visits his oldest and they're so alike it's like he's seeing himself at 17, even being on the best terms with the baby mamma. Anyway, that's what's going on in my offline world, well not the only thing of course, just the one that I felt like I had to share. Open to any comments, advice, similar stories...
  10. When I was sixteen or seventeen, I had a nightmare that one of my friends crapped himself at the mall, and blamed it on me for some reason. I told him about it a couple years ago, and he's refused to go to the mall with me ever since, because he honestly believes the nightmare is going to come true, even though I had it almost 20 years ago. I've never had a dream, or a nightmare, happen later in real life. Have you?
  11. Just like the "Say Anything" and "Trauma-Rama" features in teen magazines, share your (or others', with their blessings) embarrassing stories here. They don't have to be pee related, not all social screw-ups are, after all. Here are a few from me... When I was a teenager, my family was up north, and my uncle and I were screwing off, balancing on poles next to the dock. I slipped and fell into the water, which was embarrassing enough, but halfway up to the cabin, I felt the worst pain ever between my legs, and swelling, too. I'd fallen crotch-first on to the pole before hitting the cold lake water, which temporarily numbed me. My whole family (mom, dad, aunt, uncle) had to look at my swollen, bruised crotch before deciding to take me to the emergency room, and everyone came for that, too, of course. I felt like a world-class ass. My friend didn't know he was wiping his ass the "wrong" way until he went to prison. The first time he took a shit, he stood up, grabbed a cheek in one hand, and began wiping his ass the way he had all his life when his celly said: "Boy, what the fuck are you doing? Sit back down on the toilet and wipe your ass!" Imagine, wiping your ass the wrong way for over 20 years... When we were kids, my brother was lazy as hell. He'd even sit down on the closed toilet lid when he brushed his teeth because he was too lazy to stand. I noticed he didn't even look before he sat, so one day I lifted the lid, but not the seat, before he came in to brush. He sat down, and got stuck in toilet and toilet seat, knees up to his chest, and I couldn't stop laughing at him. Got in trouble, too. I was sitting in history class senior year when I realized I had just gotten a visit from the period fairy. I finished my test, and asked the teacher if I could be excused, but he said no, because it was during a test. Since the teacher was an old man, I didn't want to go into details about why I wanted to be excused. He did excuse me once everyone had finished, though, and out the door I went, already digging in the many pockets of my *khaki* bibs for change. I had a dime, yipee! So, I ventured into the nearest girls' room, and wouldn't you know it...empty pad machine. So, I had to go upstairs to the first floor, and upon arriving in the first floor girls' room, I realized I didn't have a quarter, and even if I had, that machine was also empty. So, I had to hobble to the office for change, and explain why I needed it, damn nosy Catholic school. I was labeled a troublemaker, so they kept tabs on me. At least it was still during class, so the hallways were mercifully empty, no one around to see me shamble up to the second floor girls' room, where I was confronted again by an empty machine. At that point, I wanted to cry. I knew I'd probably stained my bibs already, but I had to go up to the third, and final floor. The last restroom. Mercifully, the machine dispensed what I needed. I was a mess, but I didn't want to go home, if I did, coming back in different clothes would require explanation, and if I stayed home, Mom's rule was I had to be home for the rest of the day. I was actually off work that night, so I already had plans to party my foolish ass off. So, I had to take off my black hoodie and tie it around my waist, I had nothing on underneath besides a lace-trimmed white wifebeater, a total violation of school dresscode, and it was the middle of winter. The school wasn't exactly well-heated, either. Fortunately I had a stroke of luck; just before the class-end bell rang, and I was just about to hit the last flight of stairs back down to history class, I ran into a friend. He asked me if I was okay, he thought I had a fever because of the wifebeater. I told him what happened, and he gave me his black hoodie. So, I spent the rest of the day still looking somewhat like an ass with one black hoodie around my waist, the other hiding my dresscode violation and keeping me warm. I did go home and change right after school, and my mom asked me why I had two hoodies, and I told her, feeling stupid again. She chastised me for not being prepared, but was proud of me for staying in school.
  12. I've noticed that a lot of people on here, and on fetish sites in general, tend to be paranoid about being identified as pee enthusiast by someone in their real life. While I used to be, I'm not anymore. I'm not ashamed of any part of what makes me, and that includes my fetishes. I'm proud of what I've created and shared, here and elsewhere over the years. And, I did get busted out as naughty_lucy420 by an old high school friend, but it was funny and amusing for me...I found out through a mutual friend that he was into wetting, so he'd probably been watching my vids for years, haha. Thoughts, anyone? Are you paranoid about being identified, or are you cool with it? Why? Ever happen to you?
  13. So, here we are. I've been thinking about sharing my story, like a biography but...smaller. Why? Because I have a lot to tell and no place to tell it, and this seems like a save place to talk about my tale of woe. So yeah, strap yourselves in, this gon' b gud. I was born in Februari of 1997 in Leiden, the Netherlands. My mom, let's call her Beth, was born in the Hague, but was raised in Duiven, a town on the border of Germany. My dad, we'll call him Peter, was also born in the Hague, but hadn't moved. Thet met in an appartment building. My dad was a guard there, and my mom was taking classes to become a nurse. The had a child, my sister Amanda, 2 years before I was born. The birth wasn't without complications; I was pushing against my mom's pelvis, but I'll get back to that later. My young years were pretty good. From the stories I heard I was a happy baby, quickly satisfied and not too troublesome. I went to a school nearby with my sister. I was a happy little guy in school as well, often cracking jokes, enjoying classes and wearing bright clothes. My mom took me to a doctor once to check out my feet, as she said they looked wrong, but he dismissed it. I moved to a diffrent schoolbuilding once, because the old one was getting demolished. My mom was in a wheelchair due to the problems with her pelvis, and went under the knife in around 2004. She slowly recovered and soon, she was able to walk without pain again, and things were looking up. I was an avid swimmer, and soon brought home certificate after certificate. Right now, I have about 13 of them, including one scuba diving certificate and first-aid swimming (don't question it.). I always was a tall kid, making people think I'd love basketball, but I hated it. I had something called "DCD", which basically means you can't aim for shit. But it was fine, I laughed my way through the day and enjoyed life to it's fullest... *instert threatening music here* Then...seventh grade happened. You see, I was always kind of a...reclusive kid, not really a going-out type and everything but a badass. Yet, classmates talked to me, and I considered them friends, even inviting them over for birthday parties and the like. However, everything changed when the depression nation attacked. I suddenly came to the realisation that they weren't laughing with me, but laughing about me. I realised how, when they played with me, I always got the shitty roles, barely even playing at all. And calling people "gay" and "stupid" wasn't friendly bater, it were insult, directed at me. My trust in humanity was destroyed, as was my happiness. Almost overnight I went from a super happy kid to a dark, depressed kid, who thought about things he shouldn't think about yet. It was like there had been a party, but I looked out of the window and saw the approaching appocalypse; the party was still there, but I was the only one who saw the pointlessness of it all. On top of that, my relationship with my dad was all but perfect. There would be times where we'd be fighting daily. And at that moment, when it seemed like it couldn't get worse...the bolts that held my moms pelvis together broke loose, and she was back to square one. She had another surgery, now with a sort of substitute-bone, and once again, she slowly recovered. My sister was ok, she went to school, she made homework, she had a slight fear of failiure and a low self image, but she was ok. Between the eight and nineth grade, I switched schools, for real this time. I went to a school for bodily handicaped people. Problem was: my classmates had hung out with eachother for eight years, and I was brand new, and I was the one left out again. This was the point that my love for videogames grew into an addiction. I escaped to a world that was better, friendlier and fairer than the real one, and for a moment I could forget my problems. I finished primairy school and moved on up. I did "HAVO", which is the third highest there is, while my sister did "Gymnasium", which was the highest. Then the fear started. Out of nowhere, a huge paranoia and fear struck me. This started, as I recall, with Herobrine: a myth in the Minecraft community. This went on and on, no medicine worked, and my state got progressively worse. I saw a psychiatrist who, I shit you not, became depressed halfway through and pretty much ditched me, explaining that "He couldn't deal with my negativity". I switched schools again after the third grade, as my school had lost the right to teach at an Havo level. I moved to a school aaaaaall the way to the north of the Netherlands, and it was a hell on earth. For two years, I'd be driven back and forth to a school with an Economy teacher who didn't like kids, an English teacher who let you solve all your problems yourself and a principal...oooooh the principal...if I had the chance, I'd punch him. The amount of times my parents were called over to discuss my "behaviour", with him telling them how I should take responsibility for my problems, and saying that they weren'd being constructive when they asked what was special about this "special" school. My mom actually walked out of a meeting crying once, after threatening to sue the school. This was also the first place I fell in love. It was a pretty, slightly tomboyish girl that we'll call Naomi. She was cute, cuddly and she drove me crazy. Yet, my heart was crushed as I found out she was a lesbian. We're still friends, even though I'm still crushing hard for her. This wasn't the last time by the way, after that there were about 7 other girls that turned out to be lesbian or bisexual, or, as Naomi put it: "You have a great gay-dar, just...the wrong way around..." Around that time, I was sick of being scared, and took my fear head-on. This was in 2014, and I started with reading the plot of a bunch of horror movies on Wikipedia. Around Oktober 2014, when FNaF came out. I watched youtube videos, skipping ahead to the jumpscares. My first full horror video I watched was in Januari 2015, being about FNaF 3. From here, I started moving on up, and in Oktober 2015, I watched my first full horror movie, Final Destination 5. From here I went on to watch all the Final Destination movies and all the Saw movies, and I was no longer scared. Two years, and I failed the exams. I was devistated. I'd burned through a lot of psychiatrists and therapies, and I hit rock bottom. On top of that; remember that my mom had my feet checked out? Yup, now I needed orthopedic shoes to prefent my feet from breaking sideways, making me walk on my legbone. My dad wasn't helping at all and my mom was struggling with a depression herself. I went to another school, this time in Leiden, and got my Havo certificate in a year, lightening the mood a bit. So, we're getting pretty recent. My parent's marriage is moving downhill, my dad has lungcancer and my sister has an unknown illness, and has been bedridden for about 5 months now. On the other hand, I got a good psychiatrist and medicine that make me feel way better, I mean, at least I don't wanna kill myself anymore. Pfew, that's quite something ey. I don't know WHY I want to share this, I just do. Welp....bye! Glenn
  14. I didn't find an older thread like this and I'd love to see what happens with it. So if you have any kind of advice about anything, please share. It can be about computers, heartbreak, choosing a movie, training, body modification, relaxing... Anything. Just please don't advice us to do anything illegal or immoral, but I don't even know why I said that because you're smart people and you don't need to be told to not say stupid stuff. Like this: The secret to good bread is good kneading. If you're sick and you feel like you may throw up at some point during the day, eat ice cream, yoghurt or something else that's soft and creamy, because you have to eat something and these things are the easiest to throw up. If your skin is light in color, use sunscreen. Even on cloudy days. It protects your skin against cancer, burning and wrinkles. Remember to apply everywhere that is exposed to light, ears and neck too. And the most important advice ever: whenever reading advice about something, remember that not all advice work for all people.
  15. So someone you love tells you that what you believe is wrong. What are you going to do about it? You could agree with them. You could spare their feelings, keep them close to your heart, and sacrifice your beliefs (and your sanity!) to keep them happy. You could tell them that you're not wrong, and that they have no right to tell you what you believe. You might shut them out, and, if they have the authority to do so, they could hurt you, punish you, and do everything in their power to make sure you regret questioning them. Nothing works in the end. You have to decide what works for you. I can't tell you what that is. But what I can tell you is that what worked for me, and what has worked for many great people in the past, is blocking out distractions. Morality is such a subjective thing anyway, and it changes over the stretches of time and space, so why trust something outside of yourself that you can't control? How can you confirm that these people saying that you are wrong know what they're talking about, at least more than you do? And if we wanted to get really philosophical, are they even talking about real, tangible things? Beliefs are just that, beliefs, they're concepts. At least, I would assume that they are. It's like saying, well, this must be an orange 'cause it looks like an orange. So now what does an orange look like? And does citrus x sinensis still look like an "orange" if it were to grow on another planet? I'm saying this 'cause personally, I don't feel comfortable compromising what I believe in just because the people close to me call it "foolish" or "stupid". For me, it leads to existential crisis, depression, low self-esteem, lack of self-worth, and I regress into a total and complete a-hole. Does that make me immature? I like to think it doesn't. Ask yourself this: is racism wrong? Most people will probably say yes, that of course it's wrong and it's stupid and makes no logical sense. What if I told you that, very recently in fact, racism was an integral part of society? You probably already knew that, but I'm just emphasizing just how many people were against the likes of MLK and Rosa Parks. Abraham Lincoln, who was born in Kentucky (whose loyalties were kinda fuzzy but I'm pretty sure it was Confederate-leaning) as well as a Republican (the conservative party) did one of the most progressive and liberal things in American history. And so I'm not biased toward my home country: apartheid in South Africa was a huge deal 'til the early 90's, and Nelson Mandela showed literally everyone up and then became their President for good measure. What is my point? That yes, you're wrong. You are completely and 100% wrong in your beliefs, because that's what other people say. But screw what other people say! What matters is what's right or wrong to you. And if you think, and not just think but know, deep in the darkest corners of your heart that what you believe is right for you and you specifically, then roll with it! If we all believed the same things, we'd all be in trouble. We'd live in a world of corruption, there would be no politics 'cause you can't argue with anyone, so there wouldn't be any government, at least not a very good government because we all know how well dictatorship ends. Basically, the world would collapse in on itself. Yeah...not good. Does that sound fun? OF COURSE NOT. IT SOUNDS AWFUL BECAUSE IT IS. If you are considering the path less traveled by, that means God (or whatever higher power or lack thereof that you believe in) has bestowed a rare and amazing gift on you. It is up to YOU to decide what you do with it. You can't change others, but you can change yourself, and others will follow. They won't at first. It's called hesitation. It's called well-I'm-comfortable-doing-what-I'm-already-doing-because-I-don't-personally-see-anything-wrong-with-it-so-why-change-it mentality. Okay, it's not really called that, I just made that up. But what's life without a little fun and adventure? It's a life without a little fun and adventure. That's boring. Don't be boring. You're not here on this Earth to be boring (unless you are. Because we need fun and boring people because see above paragraph). And really, decide for yourself. If you really love these people, then you wouldn't bow to them. You wouldn't submit to them. Leave that for the kinky stuff ;) You'd share yourself unconditionally with them. You'd debate with them for hours over the meaning of life. That's fun. Life is fun. Make it fun. Or, you know, don't. 'Cause we can't have everyone rebelling, now can we? Then again, there would be no government because no one would trust it. And that would be bad. But just don't worry about everyone else, 'cause you can't control their actions. If they follow a bunch of weird trends, let them. Just do you. You were born to be you, that's why you're you. It only makes sense. Until next time, I'm signing off for a while. I will most likely be back, but I'm taking a break for now. Will be busy living my life. I love each and every one of you who has stumbled upon this little corner of the Internet, especially if you decided to linger and stalk all my stuff (heh heh XD). No one said the path less traveled by wasn't a dangerous path to travel. There's a reason not many people travel it. I gotta make sure I stay alive, dang it! Peace my dudes!
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