I must say, I really liked the Cold Feet Syndrone , being winter and cold it took no great leap of intellect to figure my toes are frosty. In a non-literal since, I would say you are well off the mark. I am more than willing to assist my fellow inmates come to terms with the issues arising from Str. After several months with no one speaking to me, only 2-3 hours of sleep and so little food my mother could see my bones sticking out across the open meeting room, I would have done anything to make it stop.
Am I selfish? You bet I am selfish! I will never again debase myself to get some one off my back. I will always do what I think is in my best interest. I will do what I think is right for myself, my family, my career and my friends. I will give money to bums on the street because I have been there. I know they will most likely go get booze or crack, but that's their problem, not mine. I give back to others because it makes me a whole, complete, well rounded person. I am never satisfied with where I am at in life and devour new opportunities and knowledge so I can grow because I want to. In the movie the "Dead Poets Society," they spoke of being dedicated to sucking the marrow from the bones of life; I am that and much more.
You know what? My life is great now, it is fantastic! I am broke, in debt up to my eyeballs, and barely making ends meet. My credit is for shit and I'll be willing to bet I have at least one lean against my house. All this is life! I have one wonderful child, who is truly awesome and another on the way! I have a wife that loves me for who I am, for better and worse. She puts up with all my shit and little pecadillos. A good woman can save your very soul... All this is life! It is hard! It is supposed to be.
How did I get here? Hard work! Looking at things that I would have just as soon burried. When I finally disassociated myself from str. I had, as you can imagine quite a few issues. I had an inability to speak with people not associated with str and was afraid of them. I could not sleep in a room with the lights off. I tried going to college and failed miserably. I was a psych major and during the abnormal psych couse I realized I was nutty as a fruitcake. Again I was struck by the terror of being away from str. I became quite suicidal and even went so far as planning the thing out before I came to my senses. I had not been through all this to simply die.
I started seeing a therapist and doing things differently. I started purposfully placing myself in situations that str would not approve. I started becomming human again. Stopped seeing the therapist shortly and continued doing things as un-str as possible. I joined a fraternity and this got me though college and helped me meet my wife. Yep, I'm a preppie boy. I was also the oldest active member in the enitre fraternity although a couple of guys came within months of beating me. Mostly ex-military. I live on a farm, drive tractors and plant crops. I am also a computer nerd. A good one.
As for my being a staff member, so what. Go ahead and look. I am certain there is not a soul on this board who has nothing embarrassing they'd like to remain in the closet. Did I yell at kids, probably not, I get this tone in my voice that is stern in a mean way. I don't have to raise my voice. Did I ever restrain anyone while on staff, no. Did I ever get in some one's face and spit on them, no. Did I believe that I was helping, yes. Did I leave staff on bad terms, you bet. I put a note in everyones mailbox calling str a bunch of neo-nazis. I went over well so I heard.
Look away! I have nothing to hide and will not be cowed with idle threats.
As far as "trepidation of repraisals"? Give me a break and fuck off.
I suppose I should have been referring to you as Mr. Dirty throughout.
CL
[ This Message was edited by: ClayL on 2003-01-16 09:01 ]