I am not a psychiatrist, but from my own experience this sounds less like addiction than a narcissistic compulsion. You say you are not only driven to find the best deals and to bid on them, but also to punish others for bidding against you. Further, you feel hostility and regret when you lose a bid. You know you have a problem.
Get professional help, or tell someone you trust to help you (not someone who will try to convince you that you don't need it) to get it for you. Do it now.
It's interesting how many have similar types of nightmares. Bridge nightmares where the bridge is incomplete or falls apart unexpectedly; dreams where there's a killer and it turns out to be me (I had a particularly disturbing one of these once, where I had killed someone and spent the dream trying to cover it up and frame someone else for it but in the end confessing); dreams where someone you know has died.
I haven't seen anyone mention tornadoes though. I have a tornado theme in my nightmares, which sometimes are just scary and other times are quite weird (like when I realize I can create them by making twirling motions with my finger). Anyone else have tornado or bad weather nightmares?
2. If Im punching someone, its like I cant have my full force or my hand is numb before I punch( I can still feel the "numbness" when I think about it until now)
The worst nightmares for me are when I try to fight back against something or someone and have no effect.
There's actually a real-life reason for these. It's the same reason you might sometimes have dreams where you are in danger or angry but you can't shout or even talk. It's because you are trying to actually move your body (perhaps because a particularly vivid dream has activated your "fight or flight" response) but when you are in the dreaming stages of sleep your body is essentially paralyzed, as state called REM atonia. You may have woken up during one of these dreams to find yourself immobilized in bed; this lingering effect is called sleep paralysis.
Anyway, I don't mean to drift the topic. I just thought that was something interesting worth sharing.
I find nightmares generally entertaining once the initial shock wears off. Living dead dreams I like especially. The ones where my teeth fall out, not so much.
I've had a few in my life though that have haunted me, and weren't entertaining at all, perhaps because they seem to hint at something darker or deeper. There is one where I happen upon the end of an extraordinarily brutal schoolyard beating and then the victim picks himself up off the dirt and stares at me with the eye that isn't swollen shut, and I see that the eye is shattered like a smashed marble. That one bothered me.
The one that's the very worst, though:
I am sitting alone in the back seat of an old car. I think it's my mom's old Plymouth Fury III she had when I was a kid. It's utterly dark all around except for the overhead dome light, which casts a yellowish glow upon the interior. I notice the passenger side door is open, even though I'm sure it had been closed before. I reach out to pull it shut, but as soon as I get a grip on the handle, something from the dark grabs hold of me and starts to pull me out into the void.
My wife woke me up. She said I was saying, "Wake me up!" over and over.
There is no hope of changing these people. My own in-laws -- while from a different social class, apparently, than yours -- were a thoroughly disgusting bunch, once you got to know them. They had their good moments, though.
Like most, I've known people from a variety of backgrounds. Some I have liked more than others. Some I've put up with. Some I've been unable to tolerate. I've discovered that trying to hold any of them to my expectations of how a person should behave is a futile exercise at best, and perhaps hypocritically judgmental at less-than-best.
It's up to you whether you find these people likable, tolerable, or insufferable; but it seems to me that to long for the days when you knew them not, is to prefer delusion to authenticity.
Well, it's hard to beat a classic peanut butter and concord grape jam on fluffy white bread, but here's how I like to make 'em:
I use thick layer -- nay, a slab -- of creamy (and only creamy will do, unless I'm at someone else's house and all they have is crunchy) peanut butter, as much as will stick to the butter knife; I've developed a technique for maximizing stickage, but I've been known to dip for some more if I'm not satisfied with the first result. I prefer grape jam, apple butter or apricot butter, but I like most kinds of jams and usually have something like peach preserves, plum jam, or apple jelly in the fridge. (I usually make 2 sandwiches, by the way, each with a different spread.) For bread, I prefer crushed wheat or potato bread; honestly, whatever is on hand is fine.
Best eaten with a tall glass of cold milk. I prefer skim or low-fat. I ain't trying to die.
When I proposed to my ex-wife-to-be, I was pretty nervous, even though her answer was a forgone conclusion. I was not at all worried about what she'd say, but about what I would; I didn't want to screw it up. I did anyway, and it was no big deal.
As far as working out some anxiety, I find masturbation very relaxing. Unless of course you guys are already having the sex, in which case that might be even better.
There is a school of New Age poppycock philosophical thought that postulates that we beings (and every other damned thing) emanate a "harmonic resonance." This harmonic resonance is "love," and when things come together their harmonic resonances interact, blending and somehow raising the vibrations of both.
I don't know if this is what the author of the quote is talking about, but said quote makes about as much sense as New Age "thought." (And I've been exposed to entirely too much of that.)
Spike: I just can't take all this mamby-pamby boo-hooing about the bloody Indians! You won! Alright? You came in and you killed them and you took their land. That's what conquering nations do. It's what Caesar did and he's not going around saying "I came, I conquered, I feel really bad about it." The history of the world is not people making friends - you had better weapons and you massacred them. End of story. ~Buffy, the Vampire Slayer: "Pangs"
And that's all I've...
Oh, wait a sec, I just remembered--Spike's evil.
I can understand what's got the natives restless, and from what I've read about this "national day of action," it was a planned and announced some time in advance. It's only a few rogue groups who are being more disruptive than national leaders intended.
Some have mentioned hostage-taking, but I haven't been able to find any corroboration of this and suspect that the article that OP quoted meant that the nation's economy was being held "hostage" by the disruptions in the national transportation system. While many of the protesters were dressed in army fatigues or other military-style clothing, no firearms are known to have been present, though one of the protest leaders did say "it's certainly something we have access to." (OttowaCitizen.com)
All in all, it seems like this is simply a large-scale civil disobedience which, unless the news is lagging way behind, has not escalated to violence -- and hopefully will not. This is in my opinion entirely appropriate for a population who feels their concerns are not being addressed by their government.
A Nebraska judge ordered that the words "rape" "sexual assault" "sexual assault kit" "victim" and "assailant" from a court case dealing with the... er... non-consensual sex on an unconscious woman. The judge said that the offending words bias juries against the defendant apparently not realizing (or caring) that forcing the plaintiff to say that she "had sex" with the man who raped her will probably bias the jury against her. Now, regardless of your opinion on the case, is there agreement that this is an absurd precedent?
Well, I think it's a silly ruling, but in our modern society, where being even "a person of interest" implies guilt, I'm not really surprised by it. This seems to not set a precedent so much a follow one. It is what our political-correctness-obsessed culture demands, no?
Anyway, I doubt it would bias the jury much against the...um...allegedly injured party. Presumably the prosecuting attorney can clarify that the sex act was not mutually desired.
Gosh I love Homestarrunner.com. Any time I want to smile I think of the Strongbad email "Crying" ("Li'l Brudda! He's got the heart of a champion!") and the time Homsar says, "I was raised by a cup of coffee!"
Kills me.
(Anyways I'm glad you found what you were looking for.)
I don't assume that people conform to stereotypes. I give myself the 1 point for residual "white guilt."
As for "the world," well, I can only speak for the world I know, so I'd have to go with about 6/10. There is a lot of institutionalized racism in the U.S. I suppose it is probably the same for most Western societies. I think though that the issue of racism is rather overblown by those who would try to make a political career of "speaking out" against perceived racism.
The racism I see the most nowadays is more directed at Latinos, [South Asian] Indians, and -- no doubt -- people of apparently Middle-Eastern descent. I suppose this stem from feeling threatened ("It's an invsion!" - "They're taking all our jobs!" - "They trying to kill us all!") which is a situation I would attribute to a combination of typical human fear and ignorance, exacerbated and exploited by political opportunists.
As far as the U.S. is concerned, despite racism getting the most attention and airplay, I'd say we are far more classist than racist. Of course, it's obvious that our racist history has kept people of color in a generally lower economic class, but the difficulty of escaping the chains of the lower class is more the result of socioeconomic injustices than actual skin-color based racism. That this goes largely ignored is a symptom of just how big a problem it is.
I found the fact that this movie got made at all to be disturbing.
Actually, I find the pretend torture -- by lackeys of the U.S. government -- of a comic book movie character to be far less disturbing than the fact that it actually happens in real life.
I suppose it was the filmmakers' intent to make the story seem somehow relevant.
I saw it opening day. The last time I was so bored at the movies was during the first Fantastic Four. Don't know why I thought it would be any better this time; I've learned my lesson.
Get professional help, or tell someone you trust to help you (not someone who will try to convince you that you don't need it) to get it for you. Do it now.
I haven't seen anyone mention tornadoes though. I have a tornado theme in my nightmares, which sometimes are just scary and other times are quite weird (like when I realize I can create them by making twirling motions with my finger). Anyone else have tornado or bad weather nightmares?
There's actually a real-life reason for these. It's the same reason you might sometimes have dreams where you are in danger or angry but you can't shout or even talk. It's because you are trying to actually move your body (perhaps because a particularly vivid dream has activated your "fight or flight" response) but when you are in the dreaming stages of sleep your body is essentially paralyzed, as state called REM atonia. You may have woken up during one of these dreams to find yourself immobilized in bed; this lingering effect is called sleep paralysis.
Anyway, I don't mean to drift the topic. I just thought that was something interesting worth sharing.
I've had a few in my life though that have haunted me, and weren't entertaining at all, perhaps because they seem to hint at something darker or deeper. There is one where I happen upon the end of an extraordinarily brutal schoolyard beating and then the victim picks himself up off the dirt and stares at me with the eye that isn't swollen shut, and I see that the eye is shattered like a smashed marble. That one bothered me.
The one that's the very worst, though:
I am sitting alone in the back seat of an old car. I think it's my mom's old Plymouth Fury III she had when I was a kid. It's utterly dark all around except for the overhead dome light, which casts a yellowish glow upon the interior. I notice the passenger side door is open, even though I'm sure it had been closed before. I reach out to pull it shut, but as soon as I get a grip on the handle, something from the dark grabs hold of me and starts to pull me out into the void.
My wife woke me up. She said I was saying, "Wake me up!" over and over.
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Like most, I've known people from a variety of backgrounds. Some I have liked more than others. Some I've put up with. Some I've been unable to tolerate. I've discovered that trying to hold any of them to my expectations of how a person should behave is a futile exercise at best, and perhaps hypocritically judgmental at less-than-best.
It's up to you whether you find these people likable, tolerable, or insufferable; but it seems to me that to long for the days when you knew them not, is to prefer delusion to authenticity.
Ignorance is not bliss. It's just ignorance.
May you find bliss and fare well.
I use thick layer -- nay, a slab -- of creamy (and only creamy will do, unless I'm at someone else's house and all they have is crunchy) peanut butter, as much as will stick to the butter knife; I've developed a technique for maximizing stickage, but I've been known to dip for some more if I'm not satisfied with the first result. I prefer grape jam, apple butter or apricot butter, but I like most kinds of jams and usually have something like peach preserves, plum jam, or apple jelly in the fridge. (I usually make 2 sandwiches, by the way, each with a different spread.) For bread, I prefer crushed wheat or potato bread; honestly, whatever is on hand is fine.
Best eaten with a tall glass of cold milk. I prefer skim or low-fat. I ain't trying to die.
Hands-down, it's my favorite snack.
As far as working out some anxiety, I find masturbation very relaxing.
New Age poppycockphilosophical thought that postulates that we beings (and every other damned thing) emanate a "harmonic resonance." This harmonic resonance is "love," and when things come together their harmonic resonances interact, blending and somehow raising the vibrations of both.I don't know if this is what the author of the quote is talking about, but said quote makes about as much sense as New Age "thought." (And I've been exposed to entirely too much of that.)
And that's all I've...
Oh, wait a sec, I just remembered--Spike's evil.
I can understand what's got the natives restless, and from what I've read about this "national day of action," it was a planned and announced some time in advance. It's only a few rogue groups who are being more disruptive than national leaders intended.
Some have mentioned hostage-taking, but I haven't been able to find any corroboration of this and suspect that the article that OP quoted meant that the nation's economy was being held "hostage" by the disruptions in the national transportation system. While many of the protesters were dressed in army fatigues or other military-style clothing, no firearms are known to have been present, though one of the protest leaders did say "it's certainly something we have access to." (OttowaCitizen.com)
All in all, it seems like this is simply a large-scale civil disobedience which, unless the news is lagging way behind, has not escalated to violence -- and hopefully will not. This is in my opinion entirely appropriate for a population who feels their concerns are not being addressed by their government.
Well, I think it's a silly ruling, but in our modern society, where being even "a person of interest" implies guilt, I'm not really surprised by it. This seems to not set a precedent so much a follow one. It is what our political-correctness-obsessed culture demands, no?
Anyway, I doubt it would bias the jury much against the...um...allegedly injured party. Presumably the prosecuting attorney can clarify that the sex act was not mutually desired.
Kills me.
(Anyways I'm glad you found what you were looking for.)
I don't assume that people conform to stereotypes. I give myself the 1 point for residual "white guilt."
As for "the world," well, I can only speak for the world I know, so I'd have to go with about 6/10. There is a lot of institutionalized racism in the U.S. I suppose it is probably the same for most Western societies. I think though that the issue of racism is rather overblown by those who would try to make a political career of "speaking out" against perceived racism.
The racism I see the most nowadays is more directed at Latinos, [South Asian] Indians, and -- no doubt -- people of apparently Middle-Eastern descent. I suppose this stem from feeling threatened ("It's an invsion!" - "They're taking all our jobs!" - "They trying to kill us all!") which is a situation I would attribute to a combination of typical human fear and ignorance, exacerbated and exploited by political opportunists.
As far as the U.S. is concerned, despite racism getting the most attention and airplay, I'd say we are far more classist than racist. Of course, it's obvious that our racist history has kept people of color in a generally lower economic class, but the difficulty of escaping the chains of the lower class is more the result of socioeconomic injustices than actual skin-color based racism. That this goes largely ignored is a symptom of just how big a problem it is.
Actually, I find the pretend torture -- by lackeys of the U.S. government -- of a comic book movie character to be far less disturbing than the fact that it actually happens in real life.
I suppose it was the filmmakers' intent to make the story seem somehow relevant.