Aurora Complexus wrote on Oct 22^nd, 2024 at 8:51pm:




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My father worked as a labourer for 47 years, until he volunteered to save his friends' jobs by taking an early retirement package.

My mother worked as a registered nurse for over 40 years, until age caught up to her.

And although they were both quite smart people who earned good money for doing what they loved doing, it was the self-absorbed mindset of their Baby Boomer culture that had me enlist (and get rejected) to the Australian Army. In those 6 months of boot camp training, I learned enough to realise that I should have been part of some Sporting Shooters Association in my late teenage years (post high school).

23 years later, I learned that I needed to do my own form of drill instruction of self-discipline. Otherwise, I would have had some serious gaol time to endure.

Smarter parents are those that disciplined their children right. Those parents that discipline their children right are also the type of parents that have their very disciplined grown up children look after them in their old age.

But, I can tell you first-hand that most 30 year olds who have at least finished 12 years of formal schooling tend to be smarter than most first year university students. Second year university students tend to be much wiser.

Only my doctor knows more than I do about fixing computers. And that fact is only because my doctor had to deal with the after effects of my head-buttin' his work computer hard drive. I don't take kindly to computer print outs about my blood test stating my need to use chloroform as an aftershave, in order to relax more.

...the RSPCA were in contact with me later about an allegation of myself punting the nurse's chihuaha into the parking lot.

Aurora Complexus wrote on Oct 23^rd, 2024 at 12:51am:


Oh, come on... There is an element of truth about what I say.

For example, I am an egomaniacal, single, non-custodial father of several adult children. I pretend to be a sociopathic stalker of discussion forums, because I get off on the fact that I can make people laugh at my demented sense of humour, even if I don't get any feedback praising my efforts.

The fact that you think I was banging women in the 1980s and getting paid $20 to go home and shut up, you might as well just say that you think I am some kind of perverted 60 y.o.

In reality, I am a love-lorn 45 y.o. man who lost his ex-girlfriend to her career when I was 25 years old. When I found out that she had a little girl, whilst I was in mental health, it took a hospital visit before I knew that I was still in good shape to make it as a potential father figure. However, with a strictly religious mother, and a father who was more interested in bad-mouthing women in order to keep his marriage alive, I had to bury my mindset into being the "big brother" figure amongst my co-workers.

More recently, I have come to be an "uncle" figure among my teenage and young adult co-workers at a restaurant I have frequented. I would willingly walk from the wash up section of that restaurant to the front counter area to console a drug-addicted lunatic about the need to calm down. And I would not care if a lunatic did calm down and then later complained about me being too assertive for their liking, and got me instant dismissal at a place of employment. Better for that happening, than seeing anyone under the age of 20 lose their chance at adulthood. When I admit that I mucked around as a teenager, trying to undo the psychological damage of being a teenage father before I was ready.

I don't think I have ever been this honest on a debate forum in my life.

Aurora Complexus wrote on Oct 22^nd, 2024 at 9:23pm:



Sorry - no confessions here.              

Bobby. wrote on Oct 23^rd, 2024 at 6:10am:


Bobby, you can add someone to your list of potential ASPD candidates. It definitely is not me. I now see myself as seriously Obessive Compulsive, for the rest of my days. And I am going to live until I am in my 90s.

90 is also the IQ of someone else on this forum. I kind of wondered why 'he' did not understand what I meant. 'He' does not even have any friends anymore. Just a lot of track marks.

Rocky: no bad feelings though, about how you "think you know who I am."

Guys typically enjoy drugs more than girls do, so it's quite common that guys get a girl into drugs and then dump her when she can't hack it.

And that's the most cynical and self-blaming way to describe the disaster that happened with my girlfriend. I thought we were breaking up by mutual agreement. I went to my own place whenever some guy she fancied came to visit (and she had her own place btw, a place I practically never went.) She would go to town with the older woman who lived on the same commune, and I don't know if they were doing smack or doing guys, because I never asked. I thought we both good hippies in that respect: an open marriage, without actual marriage.

I am very certain that we broke up because she wanted to have a kid, and I didn't. It's my fault that she did so many drugs, but when we left each other it was because we didn't want each other any more.

We were both adults. We didn't need to "break up" and we didn't need to pretend to be friends. There was a difference of life plan which could not be reconciled. I'm very sad about it, but I don't feel guilty at all.

Aurora Complexus wrote on Nov 23^rd, 2024 at 8:33pm:


I will tell you another "loser" story about myself: I decided to stay single when I turned 29 years of age. I had almost given up on life. The trouble is that I did not know that I had a few stalkers who were trying to decide my fate. One such dickhead to give me trouble happened to be my teenage son. He was such a retard that I started to wonder if he really was my son. But, it turned out that his mother could not get pregnant with her husband and insisted on the affair with a teenager not even of legal age. Long story short, the child grew up to become a narcissistic personality disordered psychopath, because his mother was more interested in protecting her reputation with damage controlled pampering of her son than to try and enforce a life of discipline and hard work ethics. I felt so sorry for her husband. But, atleast the dick-breath decided to quit on the whole community and move on to be with his Allah. Unfckingbelievable. All that was left was to deal with his dipshid boyfriends who thought they were tough. But, they have given up trying to avenge their bucket.

I was not a very good person in my 20s. But, at least I owned the faults I had. Even when I had exceptional circumstances that granted me the right to lawfully kill someone, I decided against doing so. This stoicism has given me a good reputation around town, and a clean criminal record. However, these last few weeks have been very trying for me that politics and the next Federal election might be what determines whether I have to take matters into my own hands.

You talk about taking drugs in your youth. Unless I misread, you admitted to being a paedophile. You are basically my enemy. I had dated a few emergency workers in my time. Not for long. It was obvious that their choice of career was at odds with my personality. I'm autistic, and I tend to overthink things. If my girlfriend or wife was shot whilst on duty, how would I react? I could only rationalise things by thinking about how I managed to survive harsh ordeals that included preventing the death of a female police officer with some quick thinking.

Can you imagine being alive only due to having a mental condition that allows you to blur out the emotional side of things and see things in terms of long-term planning? Can you also imagine having your plans thwarted by people that know you have long-term planning and options available that lead them to eradicate the most fortuitous goals? I have enemies that block my upwardly mobile standard of living, out of a matter of being jealous that they did not plan for their future. I was almost a vigilante the other week. And then I realised that they had their reasons why they opted to do what they do. Now, I have to refocus my energies for next week's trials of revenge.

Drugs and paedophilia: What a combination! I have had my own battles with alcohol. But, given the worst that it does me is to lose a day's wages through the cost of alcohol consumption and the hangover feeds that I have to have to recover, it is not an issue too much for a once a month drinker.

My issue with drug users is that you would have had a supplier. I know where the supply is coming from. I know where it is going. What irritates me the most is the hero-homicidalist mindset of the state and federal governments in allowing this to continue, whilst the law-abiding people of this country have to suffer the social and financial consequences.

Paedophilia is one of the consequences of taking drugs. Your mind does not care when it is drug-affected. Trust me, I kissed a 14 y.o. girl on her forehead to comfort her about her drug-affected father's abuse. What I got from that attempt to settle her down? Being mislabeled her boyfriend. And trying to talk that young lady out of treating me in a blackmailed way was just another reason she added to her suicidal tendencies. But, atleast she settled down as a 17 y.o.

UnSubRocky wrote on Nov 28^th, 2024 at 10:48pm:


Some people think that having a "relationship" requires that both partners are monogamous for each other. Fine, if those are the rules you want to play by, but there's no need to call me names because I don't do that "ownership" crap.

That's not why I broke up. If it had been (denying my girlfriend sex with other men) then we'd just have broken up earlier.

You're basically adopting a rule based on jealousy which makes it harder to stay with a woman. If you really love her, you should want whatever is best for her.