Epically Schizoid Moments

I've had the passport issue a few times. I'm currently trying to get a British passport to move overseas and I need someone 'official' who has known me for at least 2 years to sign in. I've not been to a doctor in over 10 years, I've done the last few years of uni all externally so have no teachers etc. My dad happens to know someone who can do it for me, but it's really annoying.

I also can't go to the shop by myself, so even if I desperately need something, I will wait weeks until mum is ready to take me (or go get it for me). I have gone by myself twice in my life; both times to get a game that had just been released and I didn't want to risk them running out.

My least favourite moment ever happened last year. I went overseas to England, and I'd been talking online with someone for months who was going to be in London while I was in London. We never once mentioned it, until the very last day when I asked if he wanted to meet (a HUGE deal for me, I can never make the 'first move'). Anyway, we met and I couldn't speak at all. I literally could not think of a single thing to say, and this is someone who I'd been talking to 12 hours a day for months. It ended up being us walking around London silently for 2 hours, until my dad saved the day, but it was awful. One of the few people I would actually like to spend time with and talk to and I couldn't say a fecking word It was a very painful day.

Today my little sister announced to the family that she will have a party for her 18. birthday (adulthood age in Germany) on Saturday. She invited 20 or more people and their will be alcohol and partying until early in the morning.
The problem was that my room is very near the living room where they will be and the bathroom is also next to my room. I already pictured some idiots stumbling into my room and annoy me with their drunken attitude. Plus the noise and that I can´t walk freely inside the house because there could be some people that want to make boring small talk.
So the choice was clear. I called at a hotel that is in my town and rented a room for that one night. There´s also breakfast for the next day, Wireless-Lan, a tv and you can go ín and out whenever you want. Just 59 €.

I rather have a quiet evening with my laptop in that room instead of having to endure all that trouble at home.

@Enter the void
Good decision
When I was living with my parents it was always very hard for me when they had their friends over. They have a big house but still - I could go to the bathroom unnoticed but the kitchen was cut off. And I'd rather starve to death than go downstairs and chit-chat with them...

I rarely get any privacy at home (its pretty small) since I share my room with my two sisters. And also because there's always someone home. I'm overjoyed to sometimes get only two hours alone.

So I get this flu right before leaving as a family for a five day vacation in Christmas. I've never been more happy to get sick. I had to stay behind, alone,and miss the vacation, Christmas eve, and a reunion with close relatives. I found it funny how my mother repeated the last sentence as if pitying me when she was like running a commercial for the perfect vacation for me

When she returned she had a face showing contempt, sadness and a little satisfaction (as I had stated that I would be just fine alone), thinking I would have regretted it.

Mom - "Oohh poor you. How were these five days?" her tone was a bit ironic too.
Me - with a cool, happy, extremely satisfied tone "Aaaaawesome"
Mom - "..................." for like 2 minutes she just stared at me

Enter the void wrote:So the choice was clear. I called at a hotel that is in my town and rented a room for that one night. There´s also breakfast for the next day, Wireless-Lan, a tv and you can go ín and out whenever you want. Just 59 €.

I rather have a quiet evening with my laptop in that room instead of having to endure all that trouble at home.

I was lucky that a friend of mine (who lives alone) had to work all night long the day my sister was having her party. I just went there right before he left for work and told him I'd see him in the morning. He didn't mind

I think my worst schizoid moment was when my parents had friends and family around and they were watching tv, I was reading, and then a charity advert came on. I wasn't really paying that much attention when a family friend turned to me and said "this advert is so sad isn't it?" and without thinking I just automatically (like I usually do when an emotion is mentioned) replied "no".

Everyone went silent and then I got some strange/offended looks. I didn't know whether to start saying I have no problem with charity at all but it doesn't matter how much sad music they put in an advert, it's still not going to make me feel anything. But I thought that would make things even more awkward so I just kept quiet.

Another time a guy started saying how much he liked me and after this little speech all I could think of to say was "why?". Which again created another awkward moment.

Platypus wrote:Last year I wanted to update my passport, so I filled-in all the paperwork, and then got to the part where it talks about getting a guarantor to endorse your photographs. The guarantor has to have known you for at least 12 months (and can't be a parent, child, spouse etc.) There is nobody I was in contact with then (or am currently in contact with) who has known me for that length of time. I rang the passport office up and asked if there is any way around this criteria. They said there wasn't. Then I wondered whether I should pay some homeless person to make a false statement and endorse my photos. But that seems really dodgy. So then I got apathetic and thought I'll worry about it when I need to go overseas. I still have the forms and still don't know how I am going to get around that bureaucratic hurdle.

It is so annoying when governments (or, for that matter, prospective employers) demand things of you that necessarily involve having relationships with others (like your situation or when prospective employers insist on you providing references).

I presume you're not American. Maybe you could contact your member of Parliament and explain the situation. You could suggest a reasonable alternative such as having an attorney (solicitor) or someone like what we call a Notary Public here in the States certify the photograph for you.

-- 14 Feb 2012, 13:28 --

Khaos wrote:I think my worst schizoid moment was when my parents had friends and family around and they were watching tv, I was reading, and then a charity advert came on. I wasn't really paying that much attention when a family friend turned to me and said "this advert is so sad isn't it?" and without thinking I just automatically (like I usually do when an emotion is mentioned) replied "no".

Everyone went silent and then I got some strange/offended looks. I didn't know whether to start saying I have no problem with charity at all but it doesn't matter how much sad music they put in an advert, it's still not going to make me feel anything. But I thought that would make things even more awkward so I just kept quiet.

Another time a guy started saying how much he liked me and after this little speech all I could think of to say was "why?". Which again created another awkward moment.

I consider those tug-at-the-heartstrings advertisements to be manipulative. They're trying to make you feel guilty so that you'll want to assuage the guilt by giving to their cause. Face it, they don't make these advertisements for SPiDers.

When I go to a party or go to clubs, i make sure to take lots of pictures and post them to Facebook so I look popular and that I give a f***. but really, I mostly go to parties and clubs because I love to dance... not for the people....

Im 18 was supposed to apply for a student loan this year but held it off for a month. I told my mum that I was going to do it, that it had nearlly been done etc... trying not to directly lie, but all I was doing was sitting on the grassy hills nearby the center of town listening to music for hours each day. I love my head phones so much. They are perfect excuse for not talking to people.

Anyway she eventually came with me so I had to finish my papers... I'm not lazy, I just don't really care

fluke30 wrote:Im 18 was supposed to apply for a student loan this year but held it off for a month. I told my mum that I was going to do it, that it had nearlly been done etc... trying not to directly lie, but all I was doing was sitting on the grassy hills nearby the center of town listening to music for hours each day. I love my head phones so much. They are perfect excuse for not talking to people.

Anyway she eventually came with me so I had to finish my papers... I'm not lazy, I just don't really care

It's hard to care about much of anything huh? Headphones are fantastic I wear them even when not listening to music.

alexander wrote:It's hard to care about much of anything huh? Headphones are fantastic I wear them even when not listening to music.

Me too! But then it's awkward when one falls out and you don't realize it... and then you pretend like you can't hear someone over the music.