When I am watching "Law and Order" and it's already fifty-five minutes past the hour and they still haven't gotten the older sister to admit that it was her obession with her estranged father which caused her to become fixated on a soap opera in which two sisters murder a neighbor, just like what happened in real life and the other sister is being bailed out, but not her and she is still not budging towards a confession.... .....
Joe(Ooo, that's gets me on edge.)Nation
Re the malls and ceiling fans...
Both are things that used to throw me into full blown panic attacks.
With the malls, like George said, it was the sensory overload. Literally too much info hitting a brain that translated it into a fight or flight situation.
Same with ceiling fans. I wasn't afraid a blade would come off, just looking up and seeing that fast motion.
Very normal, everyday things, overblown reaction.
Oh yeah, Law and Order....I look at the clock too and wonder how they're going to wrap it up.
Hey Joe, I caught part of that episode. I never had a moment's doubt that the older sister would cave. What a couple of meshuginas.
Let's face it. The only way things aren't resolved in hour-long dramas is if they're two parters.
Sure things: death, taxes, resolutions to tv dramas.
I HATE big shopping malls, too.
They make me feel kind of ill and disoriented.
The local greeting card store is full of mass produced junk that people buy to show their individuality.
Things and things and things and things and things.
I'm a snobbish materialist who must establish a relationship with objects I encounter. I'm conditioned to observe and consider and evaluate. This is my hunter/gatherer heritage.
Things and things and things and things result in sensory overload, an invasion and distortion of my umwelt.
Do "they" do it on purpose?
Roberta wrote:Bi-Polar Bear wrote:when my phone rings at 3 or 4 am and I answer and a voice on the other end says they're on their way to my house to cut my throat and then f*ck me in the wound... all under the direction of Lord Satan... that makes me just a tinch noivous...... but I'm sure that's happened to you...
Constantly. Doesn't make me nervous so much as pissed off. This is why I keep the ringer on the phone turned off.
I would do that, but sometimes it's a succubus who calls and I hate missing those calls....
Noddy24 wrote:The local greeting card store is full of mass produced junk that people buy to show their individuality.
Things and things and things and things and things.
I'm a snobbish materialist who must establish a relationship with objects I encounter. I'm conditioned to observe and consider and evaluate. This is my hunter/gatherer heritage.
Things and things and things and things result in sensory overload, an invasion and distortion of my umwelt.
Do "they" do it on purpose?
This is worthy of a thread of its own.
Thanks for the new word, Noddy. I'm gonna try to work it into a conversation.
Bi-Polar Bear wrote:Roberta wrote:Bi-Polar Bear wrote:when my phone rings at 3 or 4 am and I answer and a voice on the other end says they're on their way to my house to cut my throat and then f*ck me in the wound... all under the direction of Lord Satan... that makes me just a tinch noivous...... but I'm sure that's happened to you...
Constantly. Doesn't make me nervous so much as pissed off. This is why I keep the ringer on the phone turned off.
I would do that, but sometimes it's a succubus who calls and I hate missing those calls....
What kind of fuhkakta succubus calls first? Next thing you know, they'll be unionized.
Is that how you spell fuhkakta?
Joe(I worry about things like that)Nation
Joe Nation wrote:Is that how you spell fuhkakta?
Joe(I worry about things like that)Nation
That's how
I spell fuhkakta. I think Phoenix spells it ferkakta. I spell it the way I say it.
Ro (not worried about this; got enough else to worry about) berta
Roberta wrote:Bi-Polar Bear wrote:Roberta wrote:Bi-Polar Bear wrote:when my phone rings at 3 or 4 am and I answer and a voice on the other end says they're on their way to my house to cut my throat and then f*ck me in the wound... all under the direction of Lord Satan... that makes me just a tinch noivous...... but I'm sure that's happened to you...
Constantly. Doesn't make me nervous so much as pissed off. This is why I keep the ringer on the phone turned off.
I would do that, but sometimes it's a succubus who calls and I hate missing those calls....
What kind of fuhkakta succubus calls first? Next thing you know, they'll be unionized.
Damn fine thing if they were......
Creatures of the Night Union.......CONTU.
THINK of the environmental hazards alone!!!!
dlowan wrote:Roberta wrote:Bi-Polar Bear wrote:Roberta wrote:Bi-Polar Bear wrote:when my phone rings at 3 or 4 am and I answer and a voice on the other end says they're on their way to my house to cut my throat and then f*ck me in the wound... all under the direction of Lord Satan... that makes me just a tinch noivous...... but I'm sure that's happened to you...
Constantly. Doesn't make me nervous so much as pissed off. This is why I keep the ringer on the phone turned off.
I would do that, but sometimes it's a succubus who calls and I hate missing those calls....
What kind of fuhkakta succubus calls first? Next thing you know, they'll be unionized.
Damn fine thing if they were......
Creatures of the Night Union.......CONTU.
THINK of the environmental hazards alone!!!!
I was thinking more along the lines of Succubi R Us, but I'm from the US of A. We don't got no class--well mostly.
Roberta--
I don't got no class. You ain't got no class.
Hey, I've got two classes. Somebody can have one of 'em.
:wink:
Bella Dea wrote:shewolfnm wrote:
Grates in the ground. I avoid those like the plague as well
OMG me too.
They used to make me nervous when I wore heels. Now, not so much.
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