Please don’t worry. If you go to the police department they will immediately open an investigation on this crime utilizing all available resources. Just be prepared to talk with multiple special detectives that will be enthusiastically on the case. You can expect first class white glove treatment from the moment you are happily greeted when you walk through the door. It is very clear to them that they are public servants and get paid from taxpayer dollars.
I know, we all do it. I do it. You do it. We all do it. I even enjoy it. I do not, however, enjoy the fact that others do it. Pooping is simply necessary for survival.
For some reason for me personally when I'm dating someone, or I am close with someone, the relationship sours in my mind the second I get any clues that they're pooping. For a long time I was able to ignore it and just think about other things, but my past few relationships have really brought to light how much I hate it.
It was a normal occurrence in my pan-sexual days where I'd go on a few dates (I always preferred women or trans-women/trans-men), and things would be going well. There'd eventually get to be a point where an overnight stay happens and they'd disappear to the bathroom for 7-10 minutes, the smell of Poo-Pourri fresh in the air, they'd walk out feeling proud and refreshed... myself? I felt disgusted. I never would verbalize my feelings as I always preferred to internalize.. I hate that goddamned smell. It's not a pleasant smell at all. It's a "there's poop here" flag, waved high and proud.
In the past this would be a small dip in a sin-wave that would be our budding relationship. I'd get over it, and forget. I'd do things that helped me avoid the fact that my partner poops. Something clicked in my head in recent years and now I constantly think about it. When someone I'm dating tells me he or she wants to go get food I'd hear "Let's go load up with future poop!" When we'd eat something healthier all I could think about is how disgusting this compose-like substance will be as it gets processed through their body likely ending up in my toilet the next day. I'm constantly worried about particles getting on me and my ex even refused to wash her hands after pooping because "she doesn't even touch herself" (this may be part of what asexualized me).
I. Fucking. Hate. That. We. Poop.
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My name is Ken Amada. I'm 13 years old. My house is in the northwest section of Tasumi Port Island, where all the tall buildings are, and I am not married. I work as an employee for the Shadow Operatives, and I get home every day by 8 PM at the latest. I don't smoke, but I occasionally drink.
I'm in bed by 11 PM, and make sure I get eight hours of sleep, no matter what. After having a glass of warm milk and doing about twenty minutes of stretches before going to bed, I usually have no problems sleeping until morning. Just like a baby, I wake up without any fatigue or stress in the morning. I was told there were no issues at my last check-up.
I'm trying to explain that I'm a person who wishes to live a very quiet life. I take care not to trouble myself with any enemies, like winning and losing, that would cause me to lose sleep at night. That is how I deal with society, and I know that is what brings me happiness. Although, if I were to fight I wouldn't lose to anyone.
I'm not answering the question, but I need help. I've looked this up on several occasions and I still can't quite figure out what copypasta is. As near as I can tell, story-length memes? Is it just some elite-level inside joke that TL;DR people will never get? I just don't get it. I mean, do people laugh about these?
I (15c) remember one day I went to school naked. Even if I remembered to remove my pajamas before, I forgot to put my clothes on after. Since I had my headphones I didn't see anyone having weird looks at me or trying to talk to me. That's when I arrived a little late in the classroom (I was finishing my song) that I removed my headset and saw that I, indeed, went to school naked. That day we had another temporary teacher since the right one had a car accident and went to jail. He wasn't used to our school yet and asked me : "why are you naked ?? Go immediately and put some clothes on !!!". The bad part was I just went from my house to the school (15 min) and I was very tired from all the walking so I responded "But teacher, I can't I'm tired". But he persisted on being annoying so I hit myself and blackmailed him to tell the cops that he committed a horrible crime against me. Good thing he was smart and let me through the day. Tomorrow, he unexpectedly was fired (such a bad teacher) and I got the whole day to play.
