Alice wrote:I dunno what their issue was but the ones in that area seemed to REALLY hate me for some reason. I was there 6 months and despite the fact three young children, my sister, and my father and his wife at the time all lived there I was the only person to ever get stung by one. I'm not allergic but it's still annoying to get stung. More so because it tends to itch like crazy for awhile afterwards than anything else. The ones that got into my shirt and bit me as well as sting me were the only ones that actually hurt all that much because their bite was worse than their sting other than the fact that one didn't itch.
Ouch. I'm still glad I haven't been stung.
My ex-stepdad had lent the neighbor across the street some tool and asked me to get it back for him. These neighbors had a dog who'd had a long history of being very aggressive with people and other animals and animal control refused to do anything about it. I went over and knocked on their door which was cracked open a few inches. Next thing I knew the door flew open and the dog was flying through the air at me. The only reason it managed not to tear out my throat was that as we fell I managed to wedge my elbow into its chest making it so it could only just barely reach my neck instead. (Barely still meaning it missed my jugular by less than a millimeter though.) And yeah, when it comes to my personal problems quite a lot of them stem directly from him and plenty more were exacerbated by him. I actually haven't seen him since the start of 2010 and have no interest in dealing with him at this point anyways though. I'm more interested in trying to work through the various issues I have because of him.
Jesus Christ. Animal control should've taken care of that dog.
At least you don't see your dad now so you can work through the issues you do have.
I don't think that one is irrational personally. From my point of view at least it's completely logical to fear something that clearly caused you significant discomfort or pain.
I suppose so, but it wasn't the needle itself that caused it. But, y'know, that's how the brain works. Thank god for mostly being over it now.
And I can understand heights to a point. I wouldn't say I'm really afraid of heights, more uncomfortable around them when there's nothing keeping me from going over the edge. That mostly stems from the fact that I actually get dizzy from heights though. I think it might stem from my bad vision. Since I can't find a spot to focus on it easily throws me off balance. Either way it's never actually stopped me from being in high places anyways. With my ex-girlfriend we went hiking once nearby and there was this cliff face that was ~60-70 meters tall or so with this small outcropping on the corner that was around 1m long by 1/2 a meter wide or so and about half a meter lower than the rest of the ground that had a small tree on it. I didn't hesitate to step out on to it to get a better view, though you can be damned sure I never let go of the tree while I was out there, lol.
That sounds like the time I went onto the ferris wheel with my friends. Loved the view, never let go of the center pole.
Fear of any sort has never actually been too much of an issue for me to overcome. Back in highschool one of my classes went on a field trip to the Portland Underground
which is pretty dark and has that creepy feeling of being abandoned or even haunted to most people. At one point we went to this room which had a really small cell with bars on one side that were so close together I could barely even fit my fingers between them (that's saying a lot because I have pretty thin fingers) that the tour guide wanted us to go into one by one. Because there was an empty room with almost no lighting on the other side of the bars everyone was too afraid to go in until I volunteered to go in first despite the fact that that abandoned feeling is actually one I'm not a fan of. There was also an incident when I was in Idaho where I was out hiking around and accidentally stayed out too late. We were living on the edge of the forest in an area that had a lot of coyotes and in particular during a time where there was a pack of wolves running around people had had run ins with. I was a solid mile or so out when I realized that it was getting too dark and I needed to go back. Hearing the coyotes waking up around you and being fairly close is not fun when it's dark. By the time I broke through the tree line back to the road I could barely see anything at all. Despite having a real reason to fear for my life I managed to not panic and even navigated surprisingly well considering the lighting conditions and situation. I actually only broke through the tree line about 150-200 feet away from where I was aiming in the first place.
Honestly, outside of my needle phobia, I don't have any other fears. Lucky me, I suppose.
I can't say for sure why it is that I can handle fear as well as I do in comparison to most people though. The only real explanation I have is that due to the fact I had to legitimately fear for my life with my dad but could do nothing about it other than learn to live with that fear had the effect of drowning out other kinds of fear and making them seem minor in comparison and since I had to learn to live with that fear of him I can refrain from panicking and keep relatively calm and rational. Might stem from a shitty cause but I can't say that it hasn't had some positive effects on my life at least. It means in a crisis I'm pretty reliable and in situations where others might be too panicked or shocked to act I'll almost always be the first one to act. Edit: Though on the flip side it has made me a little bit reckless at times, though it's never caused a real issue other than getting me in trouble such as when I was playing hackeysack with some friends and it got kicked onto the roof of our school and I climbed up to get it on multiple occasions so it wouldn't get washed into the gutter and lost forever. It was a 15-20 foot drop to get back down and I always just jumped down after making sure no one was in the way, lol.
It probably became your norm to deal with the daily fear-for-your-life your dad brought on. At least it did bring out something good, even if it did bring out some recklessness.
Do they not realize that birth control is USED TO TREAT SOME DISEASES? Take it from someone who has to be on it or else their period will disappear for months on end.
Alice wrote: EarthPhantomTS wrote:
Gotta ask: why are companies demanding stronger and stronger password security? I get what they're trying to do, but don't they realize that it's been shown that demanding people never revert to old passwords, change them every few months, etc. can actually LOWER security, since ordinary people don't have the patience for this shit and will start doing things like writing them down, or using universal passwords, or something? If you try to get everything, you end up with nothing. I feel like I've made this rant before (even tying it into "abstinence-only" "sex-ed" (and yes, the latter are scare quotes), which is another way that people are trying to get everything and ending up with nothing), but I feel it needs repeating
Secure passwords are important but how they're stored is just as important. Most people now realize that a password should at least have caps, lowercase, numbers, and symbols. The ones who don't use them are typically just too lazy to bother. Personally I use a variety of passwords. I have one insecure password that even a lot of my friends know as well as some people online which I use for accounts I don't care about and for things that other people will need access to. Then I use another for most other accounts and past that I have several passwords that are a lot more complex and required me to write them down to actually remember them all which I use on the sites that need uniquely secure passwords. (Ie: My Steam account and the email it's tied to both have different passwords on the off chance one gets hacked or something.)
I understand that you should have secure passwords, but there does get to be a point where it does get pretty ridiculous.
On a side note I fucking hate our ISP. Part of the box system bullshit they have set up in our storage room started beeping every half an hour. My dad phoned to find out why it was doing that, only to discover the back-up battery inside was dying and needed to be replaced. However, they refused to come out and change it. For three days we had to listen to the damn thing go off because my dad wouldn't do anything about it (and no one else can phone because his name is on the account and they refuse to listen to anyone else). This morning my dad phoned and actually found out that we had to go the battery store and purchase a new battery, which is fucking stupid because it's their god damn equipment, and my parents were NEVER told of this when they got this upgraded system a couple years back. Not to mention, WHY does this system need a back-up battery?? Anyway, he was gonna do it tomorrow, but I was fed up with it today after hearing it go off in half-hour intervals. I managed to get the case open after having to unplug the power bar and other things to get to it. Took a good ten-fifteen minutes to figure out how to open the damn thing and pull the battery out without breaking anything. And to top it off? The new battery was fifty bucks.