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Ok. So... I need to vent.

GARRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

Younger teenagers can, sometimes, be extraordinarily rude! I merely made a comment to a kid about experiences I've had with people and suicide/suicide threats and he popped off with this RUDE AS ******** comment about how I didn't know him or his friend. I politely told him that I was merely telling him some of my experiences and left the thread before I got so angry that I started to type inflamatory comments.

*SCREAMS IN COMPLETE AND UTTER FRUSTRATION!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!!!!!!!

Stupid, mother ******** pansy a**, "I'm-right-without-question," in need of a beating, RUDE dUMbASSES!!!!!!!!!!Rtlkeshtrszw

Another beautiful Monday morning and nothing works literally. We cannot do anything but process mail. YAHOOO!

My turn!!

What would any good rant thread be without a proper rant on trying (and failing) to get through to a loved one.

My girlfriend popped her knee out of place the other day, and while it popped back in almost immediately she was in excruciating pain and it soon began to swell. She decided to try and sleep it off and see if it was better in the moring. I can understand waiting a day to decide, but I definately told her she needed to see a doctor. She kind of ignored that statement and life went on.

Next few days roll by and the swelling gets worse as well as the pain, but not only does she continue to avoid a visit to the doctors, she's also active on it between school, work, and hanging out with friends. It finally gets to the point where it hurts to even sit in a chair, so she decides to finally go see a doctor. This was last Thursday mind you.

Friday she tells her mom that she wants to go to the doctors and her mom tells her she'll take her Monday because she doesn't want to go over the weekend. You know what, fine, I'll take that. Come to find out her mom didn't even CALL the ******** doctors until Monday so, of course, it was booked until later Wednesday.

Maybe I'm blowing it out of proportion, but honestly if something is that seriously wrong then you need to see a ******** doctor. She wants to train dogs for police when she grows up, and I expressed to her my feelings through a hypothetical situation. Say, for instance, that your injury has only gotten worse and worse from your using your leg so much and not seeing a doctor to the point where they can't promise a full recovery? What if you aren't accepted into a police academy because you can't go throuh their training programs? What if all of that could have been avoided by going to the doctors sooner?

Do you know what she said to me? "It's not that serious, Paul." HOW DO YOU ******** KNOW?!?!?! Go to the doctors and get them to say it's not that serious, just walk it off. Don't try to tell me that it's getting worse day by day to the point where it's almost unbearable and tell me that you know that it's not that serious.

Earlier today, the conversation started up again and she tried to argue that to go and see the doctors was going to cost money and it wasn't money they could spend unless it was serious. Well, to go and see the doctors and have them tell you it's fine, just rest it as much as you can isn't going to cost a whole lot. If it is serious then you've probably SAVED yourself money by going sooner by allowing the doctors to treat the injury before you've strained it farther and farther.

Anyways, that's my rant and I'm sticking to it... or something like that. I hate this kind of petty bullshit.

It's all, of course, punctuated by the fact that she gets defensive about it and starts getting mad at ME for caring about her health and the future career SHE wants to ******** caring. Every time I try to care it just ends up thrown back in my face. Reminds me of a poem I wrote a while back under different (but similar) circumstances. The flow is horrible, but it's the message that's important.

What Now
All of the mistakes I've made,
All of the pain I've caused-
It was all because I cared.
So what now?
Do I stop caring?
So what now?
Do I stop trying?
All the things I ever said,
All the things I ever did-
It was all meant to help.
So what now?
Do I stop helping?
So what now?
Do I stop trying?
Don't answer me.
Just listen and know,
It isn't easy at all.

I'll agree wholeheartedly...

On the one hand, I'm a little like her. I hate to go to the doctor's in the first place, and I'm also on a really tight budget, so if I think I can "walk it off" then I will.

However -- and you can repeat this to her if you need to -- my "walk it off" orientation meant that a few months ago, I spent almost a week with a really high fever and my back hurting so badly I could barely touch it before I broke down and went to the doctor. And instead of just having antibiotics prescribed, I had to have two shots as well, making a $35 visit magically become a $90 visit. And I promised the doctor that if I kept having trouble I'd come back for a $250 ultrasound to look for kidney stones (after talking him out of doing it that very visit).

Well, Sryne, just remember, you did what you could do, and nobody would fault you for caring. heart Time to take a lesson from the old "you can lead a horse to water" adage and don't push it too much (even though it's killing you). From here, you've got to let the rest up to her.

No kidding... especially if it's still horribly swollen and stuff.