Castration

[»Xog]

you're 19 and u want to castrate yourself

 

to be honest, that's pretty immature. if you've done your research which you say you have, you'd know your hormones are still raging. for fucks sake, you're 19 years old. you're making the wrong decision and that is my opinion. if you're going to argue with it, respect the FACT that it's my opinion, no matter how many facts you can spit in my face. You still have years to go before your hormones die down, and in that time you may begin to a) masturbate less and actually find a life partner. Both of these are very beneficial. You're really taking out a lot in your life if you get castrated. You have more options than this, and TIME is definitely one of them, even if you have problems with "time" as we discussed in game. Castration is probably the #2 worst decision to

stop masturbating

next to suicide, which is #1. As you said,

thoughts?

My thoughts are to wait longer. You're still a teenager, and even in you early 20s your hormones will still be raging, but after that it dies down a lot.

 

Based on your responses, I personally believe there's a hidden agenda here. Is there something you're not telling us? Something that might be a little er.. illegal, or, too ashamed of explaining to us? To be honest, if that's the case, do it. I can understand. I've read some pretty fucked up things.

 

Also, mental maturity has absolutely no correlation with body chemistry.

Edited August 6, 2010 by Xog

[LiDDiS]

 

Based on your responses, I personally believe there's a hidden agenda here. Is there something you're not telling us? Something that might be a little er.. illegal, or, too ashamed of explaining to us? To be honest, if that's the case, do it. I can understand. I've read some pretty fucked up things.

 

That's what I was thinking. Especially when he said:

 

I've probably seen every single god damn corner of pornography.

 

Have you tried seeing a Doctor in real life? May be a wise thing to do before lopping off your nads. Also, have you ever been diagnosed as being on the autistic spectrum? IE Asperger's syndrome? As I understand it, they function as well as anyone else, but they have difficult times with social and human interactions. Which by your post is definitely an issue you have.

 

 

Philosophically speaking, when the hormone testosterone is in action, it manipulates its host's emotions and rationale to a state of illogical and disgusting behavior. It's not "real." How can a person honestly say** that when they're interested in a girl, it isn't primarily because of that mischievous testosterone honing from their balls? You see, if you remove that element, then you can finally and sincerely ask whether or not you really give a shit about that girl, and if you are truly interested or not and want to spend the rest of your life of that person.

 

How is Testosterone's affect on emotions any less real than other emotions? Every emotion we have, every thought we have is just a chemical reaction. Yes, Testosterone is there to make us feel attraction to women, but why is this any less valid than the other chemicals and hormones that affect everything? Maybe you have an over-abundance of testosterone though, so again, I say you should really go see a doctor...

Edited August 6, 2010 by LiDDiS

[L.C.]

. Edited September 6, 2010 by L.C.

[JoWie]

You Don't Know Dick About Manhood

by TC

 

The golfer knelt down to pick up a few grass clippings.

 

Arm extended, he dropped them and watched as the blades wafted to the ground, carefully noting which direction the wind had taken them.

 

He stood up, rubbed his freshly shaven chin, and surveyed the immaculately landscaped patch of turf in front of him.

 

Grasping his shank with steely-eyed commitment, Tiger Woods, plaid golfer pants down around his ankles, penguin-hopped towards the naked woman on the bed—her legs spread open wider than the expansive 8th at Pebble Beach—and asked, "What's par for this hole?"

 

Okay, maybe it didn't happen that way with any of his mistresses du jour, but it wouldn't be hard to believe if it did, given the guy's much-heralded concentration, focus, and dedication to the game of golf.

 

And while much has been said about his morality or lack of it in his off-the-links hi-jinks, I don't have any real interest in trying to define whether or not his behavior was moral or immoral.

 

Granted, fornicating with a lot of women fits the modern-day frat boy, Madison Avenue, Hollywood depiction of manly and manly often trumps morality, but it doesn't have much to do with the enlightened manliness I'm interested in.

 

And certainly, lying to your wife, or lying to anyone for that matter, isn't manly.

 

But for all we know, his wife could have been complicit in his trysts. After all, if you're regularly doing a bump and run on nine holes—nine moist, firm, tight holes with plenty of snap—before freakin' lunch, your wife would have to be suffering from the same levels of sensory deprivation as Helen Keller not to notice.

 

What, not one errant, dried potato chip of semen on his laundry? Not a single discarded rubber entangled in his dirty socks? Not a solitary thong, Nike logo affixed to the fragrant crotch, ensconced in a pant leg?

 

She either knew of his fornicatin' ways, or Tiger deserves to wear the green jacket of adultery, the one with the scarlet letter affixed to the breast.

 

Why did it culminate with his wife taking a 9-iron to his SUV? Maybe she got fed up because the occasional dalliance ended up being a non-stop fuck fest. Maybe Tiger nailed her sister. Maybe he nailed the family's Cavalier King Charles Spaniel.

 

It doesn't matter.

 

What was definitely unmanly about the whole thing—wussie, even—was the way he handled the aftermath of the disclosures. Rather than just cop to his long-term screw fest, he got coy. He crawled into a hole like one of Carl Spackler's golf-course destroying gophers.

 

He should have come clean. He should have looked the camera in the eye and said:

 

"Yes, I've been unfaithful to my wife but that's something for me and her to deal with. While I have some responsibility to my sponsors, only they can decide whether or not it's in their best interest to keep sponsoring me. Either way, I will continue to play golf, perhaps not now, but definitely later. In the meantime, have fun ripping me up in the media and laughing at my misfortunes. With a name like Woods, and a game that has holes, balls, and bags, you should have a field day with sexual double entendres. Consider it my gift to you. Thank you and have a swell day."

 

Of course, I'm not sure how many self-respecting black guys, even if they were Tiger Woods, would use the word "swell," but you get the picture.

 

Anyhow, that's not how it usually happens. Tiger, like the majority of men on earth, doesn't know dick about manhood.

 

 

Why Not Replace Your Dick With a Droid?

 

Most men, if asked to define manhood, would stammer something inane about not crying, not asking for directions, or refusing to wear anything in Adam Lambert's leather and lace filled closet.

 

And you can't blame them. Look at their role models. Look at two of our primary teachers, television and the Internet. They've taken manliness and distilled it to a weak, watery brew that consists of silly macho sayings.

 

They claim they're being tongue-in-cheek, but say it loud enough and often enough and it starts to percolate through the collective consciousness or unconsciousness of every dick-swinging American.

 

Take a look at some of the ad campaigns viraling through the ether, all designed to prey on male insecurities about their manhood.

 

Motorola's new Droid, in an effort to compete with the I-Phone, is striking straight at your dick bone with a virtual bat'Leth, the Klingon sword of honor. "Should a phone be pretty? Should it be a tiara wearing, digitally clueless beauty queen?"

 

Heck no! Hell no!

 

It should be "racehorse duct taped to a scud missile fast" so it " rips through the web like a circular saw through a ripe banana!"

 

It's not a "precious porcelain figurine" of a phone! No, it's a robot!

 

Do you want to trade a hairdo for can do? Then buy a Droid, fool, and not one of those sissy I-Phones!

 

And for a brief moment, I too was nearly convinced that a freakin' phone could symbolize and perhaps even inflate the testicles of any man who squirrels a Droid away in his pants.

 

Shit, why not go one better; why not replace your dick with a Droid!?!

 

It can fuck and it can text, it can tell which song plays next,

It can even let you pee, if you agree to pay the fee....

 

The new Docker's campaign, however, struck out with me. I mean, my God, Dockers as an emblem of masculinity?

 

Once upon a time, men wore the pants, and wore them well. Women rarely had to open the door and little old ladies never crossed the street alone. Men took charge because that's what they did. But somewhere along the way, the world decided it no longer needed men. Disco by disco, latte by foamy non-fat latte, men were stripped of their khakis and left stranded on the road between boyhood and androgyny. But today, there are questions our genderless society has no answers for. The world sits idly by as cities crumble, children misbehave and those little old ladies remain on one side of the street.

 

It drivels on about dropping our plastic forks and stepping away from the salad bar or something, culminating in a call for manhood, the call being, IT'S TIME TO WEAR THE PANTS.

 

That's right, manhood equals a pair of those lame Docker's khaki pants that previously hampered men from getting laid for an entire generation.

 

Other Dockers ads proclaim, "It's time to get your hands dirty. It's time to answer the call of manhood. It's time to wear the pants." Another urges you to "Khaki diem."

 

Oh please.

 

You just can't be a man unless you wear Docker's khaki pants and use a Droid to text. Likewise, Old Spice, the chosen scent of fossils everywhere, is reinventing itself as the "manly scent of experience, boys, and you need more of it."

 

"Are you an Experienced Man? Or a manfume-wearing sissy?"

 

Given the age of the average Old Spice user, the manly scent of experience is more accurately the scent of compacted, decades-old earwax, acrid apocrine sweat glands, and smegma-encrusted members that haven't had the will to lift themselves off their cushy scrotal pillow since their Testosterone levels had a fightin' chance of hitting 3 digits.

 

The ad for Campbell's "Fully Loaded Man" soup actually boasts that it contains "balls of meat."

 

Not only does that support my suspicions about the origin of the protein in most canned foods, the last two things I want to be thinking about when I'm eating soup are balls "fully loaded" with spunk.

 

A Burger King ad shows a guy eating "chick food" with his hot, elegantly dressed girlfriend. Indignant by not being served the caloric equivalent of one of Caligula's feasts, he storms out of the restaurant to join a band of marauding men—construction workers punching each other in the belly, men ripping off their constrictive underwear and burning them, all while singing "I am man, hear me roar...I will eat this meat," to the feminist Helen Reddy anthem, I am Woman.

 

Never mind that you left your girlfriend to strut your stuff through several homoerotic scenes, you actually equate eating shit food with manhood? You equate eating whatever you feel like, having the dietary wisdom and discipline of a two-year-old with manhood?

 

You putz. "Real" men eat what they need for health, not what they want any time they feel like it.

 

I could go on for megapixels.

 

 

 

Your Girlfriend's Put Worse Things in Her Mouth

 

Granted, I've written plenty of these "what makes a man" columns, but most have been written tongue-in-cheek, and I've never used them to prey on male insecurities so that we could sell something.

 

Still, as someone who writes and thinks a lot about manliness, I was hard-pressed to actually define the word. Maybe my brain has been cock-blocked by advertisers, too.

 

Think about it, can you define manhood or masculinity in terms that aren't cliché? Most often, guys will spout something like the following, spoken by Maddox, the author of The Alphabet of Manliness:

 

When I talk about old masculinity I'm talking about guys like my dad. My dad is a really tough guy. He fought in Korea, and if you took a look at this guy's hands you would see [that they] are big and callused and gnarled and there's stuff just oozing from them, and I think he has oil stains that are there permanently. And my hands in comparison are not like that. Sometimes he grabs my hands, and he calls me a pussy, and he walks away. To give you an idea what kind of guy he is, we went fishing once and he didn't have anything to gut and clean the fish, so he bit into its stomach and bit its guts out and spit them on the ground. True story. I was 13 or 14.

 

Great. His dad had an aversion to soap, didn't know about Nivea, and he lacked the ingenuity to think of using the fishhook to slice open the fish's belly. Instead, his creative approach to cleaning the fish was to adopt the manly behavior of my puddy cat, Mr. Frisky.

 

Shit, your girlfriend's put worse things in her mouth, if you're lucky, that is.

 

Not only that, dad's got the emotional development of an orc. Hey, let's try an experiment. You dads out there, call your kid a pussy and walk away. Do that a few times and see what kind of emotionally stable guy he grows up to be.

 

Chances are he'll still be wetting the bed when he's forty. Chances are he'll secretly wear women's panty hose because he loves the way his matted hair looks under the nylon, but hey, that's just me. No telling how it would affect your kid.

 

Is any of that stuff Maddox mentioned about his dad actually manliness? Or is manliness something more, something far deeper, far more admirable, and far more rare?

 

 

 

The Traits of Manliness

 

Like I said, I've thought about this a lot, and my feeble brain has come up with several manliness characteristics that I think are universally true.

 

Authenticity: The majority of men are counterfeit. They assume the opinions, mannerisms, and even fashion tastes of the masses. Much of what they say is a lie, because the truth would damage their self-image, or at least the image they want to project.

 

Authenticity means being true to your character; it's being exactly what's claimed, free of hypocrisy.

 

Bravery: When I use this word, I don't mean the ability to bear pain. Granted, being able to bear pain is courageous if it's done in order to complete some heroic task, but lacerating your femoral artery while cutting out pictures of underwear models for your latest boner collage and refusing to go to the doctor isn't brave and it isn't manly, only stupid.

 

Bravery comes in many forms. It can come in the form of physical self-sacrifice or emotional self-sacrifice. It's going against popular opinion, standing up for injustice when it might damage your standing in your community.

 

It's boldly facing bad news instead of avoiding it. It's realizing that everything worthwhile has some sort of pain associated with it.

 

Confidence: Cockiness is different from confidence. One is a false front, enacted to protect your self-image and one is self-assuredness in your abilities, thoughts, and actions.

 

Confidence allows you to consider other people's opinions without having your ego damaged. Unfortunately, most guys hunt for opinions that match their own:

 

"Geez, that guy agrees with me. He sure is smart!"

 

Honesty: I'm convinced that every third thing said by the average man is an exaggeration or a downright lie. Again, it's all an attempt to preserve or project a false self-image.

 

I suppose this category links closely with authenticity, but there are some obvious distinctions. Honesty also has to do with not stealing and not cheating, which are merely other forms of parasitism. Manliness means relying on your own talents and skills to acquire the things you need. It also means saying "no" occasionally to those things you might want but don't need. (Tiger take heed.)

 

Purpose: Unfortunately, most men don't have any purpose in life, other than recreation and, in general, distractions of all kind whether they be sports, cars, gaming, or collecting Snapple bottle tops.

 

A man's got to have some purpose or purposes, whether they're internal (pertaining to emotional growth, personal growth), intrapersonal (family and friends), or external (occupational).

 

Maybe you want to be a truly qualified trainer or coach whose hunger for getting better never dies. That's a fine purpose. Maybe you want to be the best husband or father or friend that you can be, constantly giving energy to people you care about. Also a fine purpose. Or maybe you just want to develop the inner you, discovering your motivations and purposes, while uncovering your contradictions and curing your own neuroses, which is a very fine purpose.

 

Men are truly content when they're learning something new or accomplishing some task. Boys are content when they're playing.

 

 

 

Rock-Fucking-Solid Human Beings

 

Oddly enough, these manliness "virtues" are also what makes a good woman a good woman, which brings into question the whole manliness term.

 

Another problem is that we use the terms manliness and masculinity interchangeably. Tearing fish guts out with your teeth would definitely be deemed masculine. Chugging beer after beer and engorging on greasy animal meat is pretty solidly masculine, as would using your dick instead of a hammer to frame a house. Likewise, cheating on your wife again and again and again could definitely be labeled masculine, but that, or any of the preceding masculine traits, has nothing to with true manliness.

 

Maybe we need another term for manliness, one that satisfies the man/woman thing and one that doesn't get so easily thrown in the muck with masculinity.

 

It's a tough one. Maybe we should just call them rock-fucking-solid human beings. Sure, from now on, people who are authentic, brave, confident, honest, and purposeful are rock-fucking-solid human beings.

[»D1st0rt]

for the love of god don't do anything permanent

 

you are not as enlightened as you fancy yourself

[»Ceiu]

Jesus tap-dancing Christ man...

 

Recently I've started seeing this irritating trend in people, primarily Americans. This trend that absolutely nothing they do is wrong or their fault. It doesn't matter what the topic or event is or how blatant their transgressions are -- it's not their fault. Someone/something made them do it, it was someone else's idea, they were abused or they have a disease. Under no circumstance can they be blamed for anything without the finger being pointed directly away from their own actions (or in this case, lack thereof).

 

When I first read your post, I was reminded of an event in my life that happened many many years ago. One lonely night, I was surfin' the ol' interwebs, trying to occupying my time chatting it up with my ePals and what have you. I was still completely new to the whole internet thing and was still quite trusting of people. People I, clearly, shouldn't be trusting with anything short of catching a bullet with their face. Anyway, that night I was sent a link from one of my friends on ICQ. "What's this? goatse.cx? What an odd url..." *click*.

 

"No. I... Ah... No."

 

I was stunned. I wanted to close the browser window, but I couldn't. As the cliche goes, it was like watching a train wreck -- except much wider and significantly more traumatizing. My internet cherry had been popped in a way only rape victims can relate to.

 

When I read your post -- really read it -- I was taken back to this time. This awful moment in my life. That feeling of intense disbelief came surging back:

 

"This can't be real. He's trolling. Maybe Polix managed to photoshop this entire thread or that fucker D1 is up to something again. No goddamn way is this thread legit."

 

Hell, I'm still am expecting you to follow up with a "LOL @ U GUIZE" post. I HOPE I'm about to get burned. I want nothing more than exactly that to happen at this point, as I would much prefer that to the loss of hope in humanity this thread has caused me to suffer.

 

 

Now, that said...

How, directly, the fuck did you come up with the idea that your lack of self control and things to occupy yourself stems from having too much testosterone?

 

Here's an exercise for you: Hold a loaded gun to your head and don't pull the trigger. Whether or not you actually have a condition will work itself out naturally through the course of this experiment. Seriously though, just knock it off. If you have so much free time that you're able to actually jack your cock off, you need to go the fuck outside and find a new hobby. I mean, really, who has that much free time?

 

You say you're 19? Go join a club. Bars typically have tons of random sporting leagues you can join. Sports not your thing? Get a job. Use the extra money to buy some lotion so you can stop rubbing your dick off. Already have a job? Volunteer your time to your community. You may even meet a nice girl to spend your time with. Do SOMETHING. Get some fucking self control, find a better way to use your spare time and get your shit together. Christ on a pony.

 

Oh, and I'm sure there are people in the world who have things wired wrong internally. I get that. However, I'm finding it quite difficult to believe everyone is fucked up. You're not special -- you're just boring. Work on fixing that before you go lopping off extremities.

[»Lynx]

Here's an exercise for you: Hold a loaded gun to your head and don't pull the trigger.

 

Given the disposition you've shown thus far, just... don't go anywhere near any loaded guns.

[»Purge]

Well. L.C. has clearly gone fucking bonkers, who's calling social services?

Seriously. Even after reading this whole thread I'm still skeptical that you know what you are doing. If you think this is a problem with testosterone, go see an endocrinologist and he/she will give you a full hormone report if you request it. Don't think to yourself that you're a machine in which only logic and reason make up your decisions. You're a human that becomes enveloped in emotion when facing difficulties. That's absolutely normal, and should be followed with genuine inquiry and advisement.

 

If you really consider yourself more mature than others your age, even when you were younger, how would this maturity affect you if you were suddenly given a baby to hold as courtesy? If your close friend had a serious problem because he/she cheated on his/her long-term partner? Would you have enough human emotion to accept and enjoy holding a baby and realizing the purity of young ones? Would you have enough courage and respect to help and coach your close friend through his/her possibly traumatic experience?

 

From what you've expressed in this thread, I can tell it would be difficult for you to do a lot of things that require maturity on a more practical (and real) level than from what you make yourself to be. Sure logic and reason can influence sound decisions, but a degree of emotion is always present that made you think of making a decision in the first place.

 

If you can't connect to what I'm saying, I'm saying get real counseling first from the endocrinologist who will dispell your testosterone theory, and then from a psychiatrist. They really do help. In fact, they are the basis of this research you do over the Internet. Don't reason yourself out of this one. You owe it to both your curiosity and your sanity.

[L.C.]

. Edited September 6, 2010 by L.C.

[»Purge]

Would you have enough human emotion to accept and enjoy holding a baby and realizing the purity of young ones?

Would you have enough courage and respect to help and coach your close friend through his/her possibly traumatic experience?

Similar to the question, "How would you react and what would you do split seconds before and after a potentially fatal and accidental car crash [you being the driver of that vehicle]?" You never know what you would actually do until it happens.

I'm not asking you to predict the future. Those questions are usually answered commonly by "Well, of course! I love toddlers/my friends and [specifically why, blah blah blah]" Since you've answered it by relating it to a car crash experience, I'm guessing you haven't understood what those experiences mean for someone. They aren't simply experiences that get added onto your life resume -- they help develop your personality. In this sense it means that you develop a broader sense of maturity than the kind of maturity you've expressed here, which I'll guess is you making the "right" decisions over other people your age. This type of thinking makes you less mature from those other people's perspectives since you don't understand where they're coming from and, practically, don't really respect them. This is something along the lines of what Ceiu said first and what D1st0rt also said.

 

You still didn't learn the different levels of maturity because you've locked yourself away and became an introverted spectator. You don't know how wisdom affects better decisions compared to textbook logic because you have no real experience. Posting your feelings and your quite rash decision on an online forum just shows how you want to reason yourself out of every argument that users will post against your decision in order to justify your decision to yourself even more. Did you even consult your parents about this before doing all this "research"? You still haven't gone to any physician or psychiatrist about it, so you're more uninformed than you think.

[L.C.]

. Edited September 6, 2010 by L.C.

[PoLiX]

 

So you did stupid shit as a kid, and can't just live and move on. If you'd talk to people, you might realize this is more than common. It is widely known that children learn sexual gratification and exploit it unmeaningfully. Friend of my wife's daughter would play with herself when she was 2 years old, and continued for a while. Buddy of mine joked he would stick his dick in a vacuum hose whenever his mom wasn't looking. When we we're like 3 and 4, my cousin and I would get naked and touch each other, and she even had me stick stuff inside of her. It is common. It has nothing to do with being male or female. And it does not mean you are fucked up in the head in any way shape or form. The fact you can't move on and forget, and think it is something so wrong is your problem. It is in our nature to do anything gratifying, no matter how wrong.

 

You're 19. You're out of high school. Fuck cliches, fuck everything, make something of yourself. Be yourself, cause trust me, there are hundreds of people just like you. I can think of quite a few people I know who fit your same persona of depression. Rather than admitting they are depressed and trying to get help, they cover it up and blame it on other issues, and then deny being depressed and grasp onto minor things that make them happy and make them seem huge. That or they take something that makes them seem semi-happy, and make it sound like it is the best thing ever. And maybe to them it might be, because they feel so down otherwise.

 

I had someone close to me become so depressive he had posted online he didn't want to live anymore. But you couldn't tell it by looking at him. Because he just sucked it up. But he blamed his depression on stupid things, and just hid himself away and didn't get help. Well, finally his family made him seek help, and he did. And he became a lot better person for it. He got married, has a kid, a good job, a new house, graduated from college, everything. I am excited for him, though I don't think he'd ever realize it.

 

Take a few mins of your damn time, and talk to someone. You don't always need drugs. Just someone to talk to, and someone who might actually give you a different view of things. Or maybe help point you in the right direction. A shrink is the best way to start, as they do it from a medical stand point. But they won't always prescribe drugs.

 

Don't become like the 54yr old man I work with who hates his life, blames all his problems on something else, and can't realize his own attitude and actions are what have caused all of his problems. He has heart problems - he probably weighs 300 lbs; He has back problems - He sits on a hard stool all day, bent over a machine; He has breathing problems - he smokes probably a pack a day; And it goes on and on... Wife, Money, Health, everything. All he does is complain about it, and never goes and gets any help for any of it. And he always blames it on someone or something else. Never admits he is the one causing his problems by not doing anything.

 

So rather than blaming all of your problems on stupid shit, go talk to someone and try to figure out the real root problem.

[L.C.]

. Edited September 6, 2010 by L.C.

[Audry]

You obviously lack intelligence... the social and emotional one (you obviously have the mathematical and logical one). You really should go see a doctor, a therapist or someone who could listen to you without judging and/or running away.

 

You seems to have alot of memory has a kid that "haunt" you. But from what i did read (sorry, that post was too damn long, went fast throught it) you did nothing wrong really. Every person discover sexuality differently, but alot does very soon, when they are still kids.

 

I know you are scared of seeing a specialist, you dont want medecine etc, then go see a psychologist, not a psychiatrist. Psychologist will very rarely get someone to use drugs. They are there to listen, ask the right question at the right time to help you to understand by yourself what are you problems and how to move on and let go on them/fix them.

 

You should do that for yourself.

[L.C.]

. Edited September 6, 2010 by L.C.

[Dr Brain]

Self mutilation (or whatever you choose to call it) is not a logical choice. If you got there logically, then your logic must be twisted. QED.

[Yupa]

I think you'll find the less often you satisfy yourself, the less often you'll want to. (and the more often, etc.) Try stopping for a week. If you don't have the willpower to do that, you've really got a problem.

[L.C.]

. Edited September 6, 2010 by L.C.

[»Lynx]

Stop being a little bitch. Man up, get laid, get a hobby, get counselling, something other than trying to get advice from a bunch of unqualified, unprofessional anonymous people on the internet. You're not half as mature as you think you are, and mutilation is anything but logical, pragmatic or a good idea.

 

This thread just makes my sack shrivel.

[L.C.]

. Edited September 6, 2010 by L.C.

[Audry]

If she dont want to "lose" her oh so precious money (funny a religious person that is stingy heh), she could at least try to help you find free help...

[»Lynx]

EDIT: This is what my mom says on that...

@Non-Christian counselors: give ungodly advice and based on unbiblical, worldview principals (ie. go have sex/get laid, go to parties, make friends with [ungodly/wrong-crowd] sort of people, go talk to a tree, ...)

 

@Christian counselors: beliefs that may not be biblically sound, and will all generally give the same advice(s) -- socialize, make friends, go to church, go to bible studies,

 

@Both: very expensive, unaffordable, most of them are only there to listen so long as they get paid+don't really care about you -- and so that you have a human being to talk at, most just do it for the money, and will also say that I just need to get my focus on something else.

 

Besides, college is about to start soon, and that will get your mind off.

 

This is a non-religious matter. Whether the counsellor is a bible basher or not is completely redundant in the matter, and what your mum thinks is also of zero importance. Instead of spending another 200 bucks on a game hosting tool for a game that's dead - spend it on a counsellor. That shit is more important.

[L.C.]

. Edited September 6, 2010 by L.C.

[L.C.]

. Edited September 6, 2010 by L.C.

[JoWie]

You do not have health insurance or something?