[quote=āLucy Barnableā]Aw, thanks @Sky Cat
I share your sentiment with the members here.
I would add @ZOO Keeper.
Heās smart and witty and all around fun and interesting.[/quote]
Yes, how could I forget Zoo Keeper? Iāve not seen him here for a long time though.
[quote=āLucy Barnableā]My grandma was a āproper ladyā and insisted we, my sister and cousins, behave in a respectable way.
She was the type who never left the house without makeup and her hair styled and of course she had beautiful clothes.
My grandpa dressed for dinner and it was always served in the formal dining room with pleasant conversation around the table.
She always had something positive to say even when events or whatever were worrying.
I never heard her say anything bad about anyone except for once.
She and I would occasionally go out for lunch on Sundays.
One time a couple was seated at a table next to us.
The womanās perfume was overpowering.
I suggested we ask to be moved.
She said no, she wanted to leave.
As we walked out the door she said āYou know a woman has a dirty crotch when she wears that much perfume.ā
I was shocked! I was about 17 and I saw my grandma in a whole new light.
Since then Iām very aware of what fragrance āsaysā about people.
Small courtesies like being aware others are sensitive to smells and other things make a difference.[/quote]
Back when I was a young teenager when we were allowed to smoke basically anywhere we liked, there was a few times when old spinster types, who wore way too much cheap perfume, would make a fuss about my cigarette smoke when I retorted āAt least I donāt smell like a mens urinal you old bagā
[quote=āElricā]
Back when I was a young teenager when we were allowed to smoke basically anywhere we liked, there was a few times when old spinster types, who wore way too much cheap perfume, would make a fuss about my cigarette smoke when I retorted āAt least I donāt smell like a mens urinal you old bagā
[/quote]I canāt stand it when women put so much āperfumeā on. Itās like walking past a chemical factory. If one of them walks in to the same shop Iām in, I immediately leave or at least put as much distance as I can between me and them.
[quote=āSky Catā]I canāt stand it when women put so much āperfumeā on. Itās like walking past a chemical factory. If one of them walks in to the same shop Iām in, I immediately leave or at least put as much distance as I can between me and them.
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thanks for what you said, Sky. Youāre quite the interesting cat yourself. Everyone on this forum is ++++++
I hope Apache is ok and returns in short order.
The heavy perfume, well, in the US at least and I believe also in SA and AUS the '80s was guido and guidette overdrive, even āhicksā might sometimes wear cologne, and regular aftershave, and girls, well they did wear a lot more perfume than nowadays. Plus hair spray, so you got the double-whammy. A friend and I would call this girl we sat behind in home room āMiss Fumesāā¦ and that she was !
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Gosh skykitty, you have me blushing over here 
I truly didnāt know you and others see me as avaluable forum member here, that really does bring a smile to my face. I have a lot of love to give and Iām learning to steer clear of those who serve this no purpose. Thank you 
Whoās online? Hmm @Sky Cat thanks for all the info about the news. You are a fountain of information. A good gatherer !
Donāt be a hypocrite Max.
I see @Elric
Youāre certainly up front and honest, keeps some of the riff raff at bay. definitely passionate about telling it like it is. maybe a bit TOO passionate at times 
He canāt help himself thatās who he is
[quote=āTreebeardā]thanks for what you said, Sky. Youāre quite the interesting cat yourself. Everyone on this forum is ++++++
I hope Apache is ok and returns in short order.
The heavy perfume, well, in the US at least and I believe also in SA and AUS the '80s was guido and guidette overdrive, even āhicksā might sometimes wear cologne, and regular aftershave, and girls, well they did wear a lot more perfume than nowadays. Plus hair spray, so you got the double-whammy. A friend and I would call this girl we sat behind in home room āMiss Fumesāā¦ and that she was ![/quote]
Ah yes, the āguido effectā. In the late 70ās - early 80s it was the 1st generation fellas from ethnic descent, with the exposed hairy chests, gold chains and way too much after shave. Fortunately they stuck to disco joints and wouldnāt dare step into the pubs or clubs that I frequented.
Recently itās what I call the āLeb effectā [we basically call any Middle Easterner a Leb] who love to douse themselves in that body spray shit [well they do have a natural odour thatās quite offensive]
Over a decade ago I was āfriends with benefitsā with a single mother who was a pleasant girl but not the sharpest tool in the shed [but what a body 
] who had three children. Two twin daughters who were nothing but spoilt brats and a son. All three rode the short bus to school [literally]
The boy wasnāt too bright but he did listen. He was a bit wimpy so I taught him some basics in the finer art of street fighting*, like how to throw punches correctly and how to put bigger lads on their arses using their size against them.
After getting my V8 ute I offered to take him for a spin. When he got in my vehicle he reeked of that body spray shit. I could barely breathe.
We did not go for a spin that day but we did have a chat on the subject, starting with asking āfor whose benefitā did he have in mind when he sprayed himself with that shit? For one thing Iām not a fucking homosexual. For another, Iād very much doubt that girls would find that shit appealing.
Iāve never used aftershave my entire life. No need to.
Like Lucyās grandmother, when I encounter those who smell like a public lavatory, I wonder what stench are they trying to cover whether theyāre male or female.
*First rule of street fighting? [From a small fellas perspective, whoās being bullied] As long as one does not start the altercation, there are no fucking rules 
[quote=āSkyrisonā]I see /profile/8165878
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Yeah I know. Sometimes I just react [to be fair, usually in defense of others] without first thinking things through . . . I just see red . . . . .
Which reminds me of one of my all time favourites from my youth [Did you antipodeans have Kiwi band Split Enz over your airwaves back in the late 70s?]
my god. that guy just canāt stay away can he?
For someone who claims to hate the forum, its members and me in-particular, itās certainly disturbing the efforts he goes to to be an absolute pest.
Most normal people only have to be told once that theyāre not welcome for them to disappear but not Dumb-Dumb.
In his disturbed mind heās convinced himself that itās about the principle of the matter. If the guy had any āprinciplesā he would have quietly disappeared.
Sky is as fair, as tolerant and as reasonable as a mod could be. Anyone who could think otherwise must be really unwell in the head dept. [Dr Elric sees someone suffering from a persecution disorder at the very least]
Itās especially disturbing behaviour from someone who claims to be religious.
Max was given chance after chance after chance. Thereās no helping the bloke.
Thatās why Iām doing my best to no longer engage with him and when I see his posts I simply report it to Sky so he can delete his nonsense.
As Iāve said many times, Sitescroll is no reformatory for the mentally unwell and itās not Skyās job [nor anyone elses here for that matter] to play therapist.
[quote=āElricā]
For someone who claims to hate the forum, its members and me in-particular, itās certainly disturbing the efforts he goes to to be an absolute pest.
Most normal people only have to be told once that theyāre not welcome for them to disappear but not Dumb-Dumb.
In his disturbed mind heās convinced himself that itās about the principle of the matter. If the guy had any āprinciplesā he would have quietly disappeared.
Sky is as fair, as tolerant and as reasonable as a mod could be. Anyone who could think otherwise must be really unwell in the head dept. [Dr Elric sees someone suffering from a persecution disorder at the very least]
Itās especially disturbing behaviour from someone who claims to be religious.
Max was given chance after chance after chance. Thereās no helping the bloke.
Thatās why Iām doing my best to no longer engage with him and when I see his posts I simply report it to Sky so he can delete his nonsense.
As Iāve said many times, Sitescroll is no reformatory for the mentally unwell and itās not Skyās job [nor anyone elses here for that matter] to play therapist.[/quote]
i would honestly just report and move on at this point. he doesnāt deserve any energy. good or bad. he gets off on it. heās not worth the time anymore. just report and Iām sure sky will take care of it.
Iām not sure whether others have actually (literally) experienced it, or know that, the expression is literally true. Only twice in my life did I actually get that angry that I saw red. When I was much younger and used to go the pubs on weekends, I found out about some character who attended an open party I had held at my house, had stolen some of my CDs. I encountered him in the pub and confronted him, and when he lied and denied it I started to lose my temper and raised my voice at him, then started getting so angry with him I started seeing red; at which point I had to take control of myself before I hit him. Some might say he deserved to be smacked, but it wasnāt worth it and I do not engage in violence unless in self defence.
My vision literally turned a shade of red due to the anger.
LOL, IDK how common or uncommon it is for people to see red and I suppose if thereās anyone on the forum who can related, then itās you since from what youāve shared with us you have had to deal with some unpleasant guys in your past.
@Assy_McNasty even though you put pics out at times, you show you are different. idk how the hell you see what you do in some of these images. sometimes TOO many images
[quote=āSky Catā]Iām not sure whether others have actually (literally) experienced it, or know that, the expression is literally true. Only twice in my life did I actually get that angry that I saw red. When I was much younger and used to go the pubs on weekends, I found out about some character who attended an open party I had held at my house, had stolen some of my CDs. I encountered him in the pub and confronted him, and when he lied and denied it I started to lose my temper and raised my voice at him, then started getting so angry with him I started seeing red; at which point I had to take control of myself before I hit him. Some might say he deserved to be smacked, but it wasnāt worth it and I do not engage in violence unless in self defence.
My vision literally turned a shade of red due to the anger.
LOL, IDK how common or uncommon it is for people to see red and I suppose if thereās anyone on the forum who can related, then itās you since from what youāve shared with us you have had to deal with some unpleasant guys in your past.[/quote]
Interesting. One of two things happened with me, twice I actually blacked out and couldnāt remember a thing.
Most other times, and this only happened when I had done nothing to provoke a belligerent, it was like someone else took over and I became the observer watching the altercation from above [though the first time it happened I was standing alongside myself.
Since I didnāt understand it and that my head was full of religious nonsense, I tried not to dwell on it because the ālogicalā conclusion from my early [in life] reference point was that it must have been a demon. I called āhimā the Beasty within.
That frightened those who knew me who said I looked like a different person when that happened. One mate said āwho the fuck are you?ā and kept his distance from then on. That really upset me because anyone who knew me knew that I never started shit.
After the āYugoslav incidentā when I was initially triggered by a large mental patient who was celebrating his release from North Ryde Mental Asylum, who slapped me. SLAPPED ME!!! . . . .
. . . ahh fuck it, I may as well tell the story; the dickhead was right up in my face as I was sitting on a stool, putting me at a distinct disadvantage. So after he slapped me I dropped off the stool, walked around it as I was saying to myself ājust hit him the once . . . . he only slapped youā and as I was lining him up, an army vet whom Iād only just met, shouted āInto him!ā.
I totally blacked out and only came to when one of the Yugoslav guys hooked my arm with his as I had the stupid on his back over the bar, holding hm by the throat with one hand while belting him with the other.
Looking up, the barmaids looked horrified, then I looked at the Yugoslav guy he said āHeās had enoughā and thatās when I looked at the mental patient who I had by the throat holding him over the bar about 25ā from where it had started, looking the worse for wear, when I shouted āYou had enough?ā
Poor bugger was semi-conscious.
Thatās when the Yugoslavs jumped me. They werenāt attempting to hit me but rather, hold me still so the younger one who had hooked my arm could hit me. Gutless pricks.
They were all middle aged, not tall but quite stocky. The younger Yugoslav was a gym junkie around 34yo and about my size [I had just turned 21yo]
Thatās when what I now call my āwarrior withinā took over, systematically rendering them all harmless, as I watched through detached eyes.
Once the five of them were laying on the ground moaning, I swung on the younger one who had been trying to hit me, shouting āCome on then you weak dog, letās do thisā just as the manager and bar manager came running in.
The barmaids started shouting in unison āIt wasnāt Elrics fault, it wasnāt Elrics faultā lol.
A few weeks later I heard that the Yugoslavs had been barred after there was a fight over their card game when they pulled knives on each other
I was totally confused and quite disturbed by it all. The Yugoslav guy initially did the right thing as I had completely lost it, rabbit punching the mental patient. It should have ended there but clearly the guy wanted to look like a hero in front of a barmaid he liked.
But what really upset me was the reaction from the locals the next day when I walked in. [This was the pub where I drank after a ban from my local that was a bit wild. This pub was the āsafeā alternative place to drink] No one would look me in the eye.
I sat down at a table with Cecil who was clutching his beer with two hands as he looked intently at the table.
When it became clear that they were terrified of me I said āOh come on Ces, didnāt you see what they did to me?ā Fuck, I wouldnāt hurt a fly . . . just donāt fucking attack me. Like duh.
After all the years of abuse when I was a kid and a young little fella living on the streets, I didnāt want to be feared, just respected.
As I got older I got real good at nipping shit in the bud with a stare and by projecting my energy.
After watching me put a bloke I once knew in his place [who was around 6ā6"] after he tried to stand over me, a girlfriend later said āAre you aware that you grow when you do that?ā āYes itās just a posture thingā āNo Elric, you actually grow and your features were starting to changeā and she asked me to think about it, asking if I recalled looking him in the eye at his height [Iām 6ā2.5"] She was right.
After my spiritual awakening I figured that āBeastyā must have been a past life personality whom I then called my āwarrior withinā.
Warrior within is a character of integrity whom I sensed would not ever come to my aid were I ever the antagonist, only ever in self defense or defense of others.
Any thoughts on the nature of this warrior within SC?
[quote=āElricā]Interesting. One of two things happened with me, twice I actually blacked out and couldnāt remember a thing.
Most other times, and this only happened when I had done nothing to provoke a belligerent, it was like someone else took over and I became the observer watching the altercation from above [though the first time it happened I was standing alongside myself.
Since I didnāt understand it and that my head was full of religious nonsense, I tried not to dwell on it because the ālogicalā conclusion from my early [in life] reference point was that it must have been a demon. I called āhimā the Beasty within.
That frightened those who knew me who said I looked like a different person when that happened. One mate said āwho the fuck are you?ā and kept his distance from then on. That really upset me because anyone who knew me knew that I never started shit.
After the āYugoslav incidentā when I was initially triggered by a large mental patient who was celebrating his release from North Ryde Mental Asylum, who slapped me. SLAPPED ME!!! . . . .
. . . ahh fuck it, I may as well tell the story; the dickhead was right up in my face as I was sitting on a stool, putting me at a distinct disadvantage. So after he slapped me I dropped off the stool, walked around it as I was saying to myself ājust hit him the once . . . . he only slapped youā and as I was lining him up, an army vet whom Iād only just met, shouted āInto him!ā.
I totally blacked out and only came to when one of the Yugoslav guys hooked my arm with his as I had the stupid on his back over the bar, holding hm by the throat with one hand while belting him with the other.
Looking up, the barmaids looked horrified, then I looked at the Yugoslav guy he said āHeās had enoughā and thatās when I looked at the mental patient who I had by the throat holding him over the bar about 25ā from where it had started, looking the worse for wear, when I shouted āYou had enough?ā
Poor bugger was semi-conscious.
Thatās when the Yugoslavs jumped me. They werenāt attempting to hit me but rather, hold me still so the younger one who had hooked my arm could hit me. Gutless pricks.
They were all middle aged, not tall but quite stocky. The younger Yugoslav was a gym junkie around 34yo and about my size [I had just turned 21yo]
Thatās when what I now call my āwarrior withinā took over, systematically rendering them all harmless, as I watched through detached eyes.
Once the five of them were laying on the ground moaning, I swung on the younger one who had been trying to hit me, shouting āCome on then you weak dog, letās do thisā just as the manager and bar manager came running in.
The barmaids started shouting in unison āIt wasnāt Elrics fault, it wasnāt Elrics faultā lol.
A few weeks later I heard that the Yugoslavs had been barred after there was a fight over their card game when they pulled knives on each other
I was totally confused and quite disturbed by it all. The Yugoslav guy initially did the right thing as I had completely lost it, rabbit punching the mental patient. It should have ended there but clearly the guy wanted to look like a hero in front of a barmaid he liked.
But what really upset me was the reaction from the locals the next day when I walked in. [This was the pub where I drank after a ban from my local that was a bit wild. This pub was the āsafeā alternative place to drink] No one would look me in the eye.
I sat down at a table with Cecil who was clutching his beer with two hands as he looked intently at the table.
When it became clear that they were terrified of me I said āOh come on Ces, didnāt you see what they did to me?ā Fuck, I wouldnāt hurt a fly . . . just donāt fucking attack me. Like duh.
After all the years of abuse when I was a kid and a young little fella living on the streets, I didnāt want to be feared, just respected.
As I got older I got real good at nipping shit in the bud with a stare and by projecting my energy.
After watching me put a bloke I once knew in his place [who was around 6ā6"] after he tried to stand over me, a girlfriend later said āAre you aware that you grow when you do that?ā āYes itās just a posture thingā āNo Elric, you actually grow and your features were starting to changeā and she asked me to think about it, asking if I recalled looking him in the eye at his height [Iām 6ā2.5"] She was right.
After my spiritual awakening I figured that āBeastyā must have been a past life personality whom I then called my āwarrior withinā.
Warrior within is a character of integrity whom I sensed would not ever come to my aid were I ever the antagonist, only ever in self defense or defense of others.
Any thoughts on the nature of this warrior within SC?[/quote]
Thanks for sharing, Elric,
Not only did āBeastieā know what was righteous but so too did the bystanders in the pub. Of course, being attacked and then reacting or responding in self defence gives one the absolute right to do so. Your āBeastieā is there for this.
I call it the Berserker gene ā¦
Interestingly, about the Berserkers, something I read a while ago about them, was that they usually lived secluded lives, outside of towns, and didnāt socialise like other people, they were loners and were pleasant, calm and peaceful, until being triggered on the battlefield in which they would enter a trace-like state and wreak havoc on the enemy.
It seems itās a type of protector/guardian aspect of self that is summoned when āwrongs need to be rightedā.
Itās interesting about you physically changing when that happens. Well, Iām not 100% sure of the mechanism(s) involved, however, since we all have only a portion of a Whole Self (soul, oversoul and avatar levels of identity) embodied at one time (there are limits to what most bodies can take without disintegrating and there are also limits due to DNA activation), it can be that temporarily one can embody larger portions of the Whole Self.
As I say, Iāve seen red twice before but in both instances I stopped myself from getting physical (part of me knew that it wouldnāt be pretty if I did), however I did also lose my temper twice with people before; once with a business partner who was trying to be controlling and another time with a girlfriend who was trying to manipulate me. In both cases I just got angry, didnāt see red, and meant no harm, however the business partner (a big tough guy who had been a bit of a street fighter in his youth) backed off and completely changed his attitude towards me after that, no longer trying to manipulate anything. His expression showed surprise and he didnāt argue with me again. The girlfriend said, I āgot scaryā. She never tried to manipulate me again after that (I also ended the relationship not long after.) In both cases all I did was go from being softly-spoken, which is my normal way of interacting, to slightly raising my voice and displaying some anger; basically, putting my foot down but with some passion behind it. It seems when I did that, people saw something that made them realise, āOops, my game isnāt working with this one and I donāt think I should try that again.ā Of course, I donāt like to lose my temper and I donāt like to see red either, but I know that is there should I ever be pushed too far or need to take some kind of action.
I would guess that what we are talking about, as I say, is likely more of Oneself entering into the physical body, and for men who might have a role in engaging in some kind of confrontation or battle, it can manifest as a physical change and also some kind of āautopilotā that engages. I think some of us that might have certain genes have it play out more intensely, and, for various other reason, perhaps having a greater capacity to embody more of Oneself in such times. As for women, I am sure the same thing can happen, but in a different way: How many times have we heard of women suddenly displaying superhuman strength, such as lifting up cars to save their child trapped under it, etc?
What are you doing? Wana play a game?
