GENIUS FORUMS

Do as I command or God will burn you!
Do as I command or God will stab you!
Do as I command or God will hang you!
Do as I command or God will shoot you!
Do as I command or God will mutilate you!
Amen.

[falls on knees]
OH GOD PLEASE DON'T FUCKING BURN ME!!!

lol

Edify!

how do you make holy water?

boil the hell out of it

A Catholic priest and his friend were supposed to go fishing. The friend arrived to pick up the priest, and the priest said "Oh, I'm so glad you're here. I have to go to the bathroom really bad, and there are more confessions to be heard. Could you just take a few of them? Just tell them to say 3 Hail Mary's, and if it's really bad, have them do the stations of the cross - I'll be right back."

First person comes in and says "Bless me father for I have sinned; it has been one week since I last confessed, and I have had adulterous thoughts."

"Have you acted on these thoughts?"

"No"

"Very well, say 3 Hail Mary's and you are forgiven."

The next person comes in and he says "Bless me father for I have sinned; it has been one month since I have confessed, and I have had anal sex."

The friend thinks this sounds worse than stations of the cross and is unsure what to do. Just then, he notices a choir boy. "Son - what does father usually give for anal sex?"

The choir boy replies "Milk and cookies."

Wrath = will to power, from dread of death.

Low self-esteem, certainly ego.



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It's interesting to explore the darkest and most extreme areas of psychology with the razor-sharp, clean, relaxed mind of a logical military engineer.

Eradicating all egotistical reactions while "surrounded by wolves".



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I'd like to know about memories of the first year of school, of members of the Genius Forum. I'm assuming an age of 4 or 5 years.

In particular, did they interact frequently in the free periods, such as recess and lunch? Were they popular and sociable? Were there many opportunities to experience interacting, and to become skilled in social role-playing?

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I attended a private Catholic school for girls. I have very few memories of that time for it was a very long time ago. I do not recall any socialization issues but a fascination with the nun's veils (habits, back then). On one occasion I stepped on the edge of a nun's habit while she was squatting on the floor helping other children. When she stood up, her habit came off. Although an accident, she was very cross about it.

I also recall watching another nun taking a sip of water from the fountain. She had one of the habits that was more like a hat with a veil over it. The water fountain was overreactive and water spurt up and hit the hat. I couldn't help but laugh. Despite my run-ins, I have very fond memories of the nuns. They were very kind, and I was very shy.

In particular, did they interact frequently in the free periods, such as recess and lunch? Were they popular and sociable? Were there many opportunities to experience interacting, and to become skilled in social role-playing?

I was born a shy, awkward kid. Early memories of childhood involve being hit in the head with an oar by my good friend, and trying to pass off some "Nerds" (a favourite candy) to another friend. Only to be laughed at. Either my mother dropped me when I was little, or she sat on me, but either way, she smothered me something awful. Ah, this same mother, also had the mind to put me in the back seat, unbuckled (in a child seat), with broken glass scattered throughout the floor board. The first of many scars (I was also born with a birth defect, "pectus excavatum," an abnormally sunken chest, making poolside summertime something awful.) Aww. But, it made for a good cup holder!

It was good treasure after all.

I was always a popular kid, but I never saw it. Due to my parent's polar opposite reactions to myself, I developed traits of autism, which later developed into bi-polar. This one's crazy. As a child, the one role playing game that my friend taught me was some strange version of "Caveman." We would basically take off our clothes and lie naked in his bed. It was pretty brilliant though. Both our father's were aloof and submissive, leading to a brief period of shared sexual delusion during adolescence. Looking back, it was God, who placed that one in my memory bank.

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I'd like to know about memories of the first year of school, of members of the Genius Forum. I'm assuming an age of 4 or 5 years.

In particular, did they interact frequently in the free periods, such as recess and lunch? Were they popular and sociable? Were there many opportunities to experience interacting, and to become skilled in social role-playing?

Elizabeth Isabelle wrote:I was usually quite ill through kindergarten and first grade, so I didn't spend much time there. I was raised as an only child, and my parents were older (my father was 50 when I was born, and my mother in her early-mid 40's) so I didn't really fit in with other children. The convent had a couple of dogs, so mostly I played with them or walked through nearby wooded areas or along the seawall away from the noise of the playground.

Katy wrote:Kindergarten I actually had friends and was relatively "normal" but by first grade I had been obviously alienated. I was actually really far ahead of anyone in my class and people made fun of me for it. I tried to pretend I was as dumb as they were by intentionally missing math problems to make myself similar to them. That didn't work, so I decided to get my revenge by being smarter than all of them. Only then I got bored. And destructive.

Actually one of my early memories is going clothes shopping with my mother for back to school clothes. I picked out some bluejeans and tee shirts. My mother on the other hand picked out this hideous neon-pink top with a purple bow tie, and pink checked shorts. She told me "this is what the other kids are wearing now. It will make you fit in." She also picked out shirts with the name of the store printed across the cheast, but I threw a fit and told her I refused to be a "walking billboard" At which point I recognized for the first time that they were all pod-people. And I hated them.

:-P

(Not the same "Nerds" as Kevin per se)

lol

Kelly Jones wrote:I'd like to know about memories of the first year of school, of members of the Genius Forum. I'm assuming an age of 4 or 5 years.

In particular, did they interact frequently in the free periods, such as recess and lunch? Were they popular and sociable? Were there many opportunities to experience interacting, and to become skilled in social role-playing?

I was a regular kid, and never had any problem interacting and playing with the other kids, playing marbles, cowboys and indians, rock-em sock-em robots or whatever. There were several other kids on the block that I would go play with.

Being the youngest of three kids, I had plenty of experience interacting socially by the age of four. I'd also spent a lot of time around other kids (daycare) before the age of four.

Being the children of Christian ministers, we were, let's say, strongly encouraged to behave in socially appropriate ways. We were like role models for the other kids in church, or something.

My memories of school in kindergarten / first grade are kind of scattered. My handwriting skills were weak (probably something to do with being left-handed), and I remember spending a fair amount of time with one of those large red pencils. They seemed enormous at the time.

Speaking of pencils, I still have a visible black spot in my right palm from where another kid stabbed me with one of those pencils, I guess breaking off part of the lead in my hand. It's never given me any kind of problem. I don't remember the circumstances, and I probably only remember it because I can still see it.

Kindergarten, where I went, was mostly about social interaction, and I don't think there was much effort spent on trying to teach us much; mostly we played. The writing stuff was probably first or maybe even second grade.

I do remember them calling all in to watch men walk on the moon on TV. This was probably 1969, the start of second grade for me. More than the moonwalk, I was curious as to why this particular event was so important; we had never done anything relating to current events before. It was never explained. I guess they thought the signficance was so obvious that it didn't need explaining. Eventually I gathered that it was an unusual event.

Now that I'm dwelling on it, one other significant memory from that time has bubbled to the surface. I was out in the snow, sledding, alone. I went down a hill and sledded out into the middle of the road. A truck stopped not far from me. I could have easily been killed. I don't think I ever told anyone about it, thinking I'd get in trouble or something. But I did think about it - like wondering if I really had been killed and everything since had been a dream, how would I know, that sort of thing. I sometimes thought of myself as being dead.

DHodges wrote:Speaking of pencils, I still have a visible black spot in my right palm from where another kid stabbed me with one of those pencils, I guess breaking off part of the lead in my hand. It's never given me any kind of problem. I don't remember the circumstances, and I probably only remember it because I can still see it.

I have one of those right above my right knee from 3rd grade. I was walking in line to reading group, going between 2 desks, and the boy at one of the desks reached under his desk to stab me with his pencil as I walked by. He was a bully who had been held back a few years, and I was picked on by all of the kids - partly because I'd just transferred in, and partly because - well, stuff to do with my parents - and I was particularly picked on by him. He had me at knifepoint once, and beat me up a lot, but it was public school so all they did was take one of his knives away from him for the rest of the week, and other than that tell me that "boys will be boys" and my mother telling me that he was doing that because he liked me, and that's how boys show girls they like them. I ended up sometimes eating my lunch or spending recess in the graveyard next door because none of the other kids would follow me in there. I figured I was safer with dead people.

Kindergarten I actually had friends and was relatively "normal" but by first grade I had been obviously alienated. I was actually really far ahead of anyone in my class and people made fun of me for it. I tried to pretend I was as dumb as they were by intentionally missing math problems to make myself similar to them. That didn't work, so I decided to get my revenge by being smarter than all of them. Only then I got bored. And destructive.

Actually one of my early memories is going clothes shopping with my mother for back to school clothes. I picked out some bluejeans and tee shirts. My mother on the other hand picked out this hideous neon-pink top with a purple bow tie, and pink checked shorts. She told me "this is what the other kids are wearing now. It will make you fit in." She also picked out shirts with the name of the store printed across the cheast, but I threw a fit and told her I refused to be a "walking billboard" At which point I recognized for the first time that they were all pod-people. And I hated them.

I was a compulsive liar, and also way ahead of everyone in my class in everything but shoe-tying. Velcro all the way! ('til grade 4... to this day, I can't learn to tie new knots, even from the most detailed instructions.)

Report cards from my early school years say I showed leadership qualities. Don't know what that's about. Maybe I was really bossy?

Anyway, about that compulsive lying... once, I told the teacher I had a "Startrek Enterprise" in my basement. I did, but it was only a small toy. I made it out to be the full thing. Eventually, there was a boy-who-cried-wolf incident, and it ended up with my mom having to meet the teacher and assure her that one of the things I said actually was true.

Strange... now that I think about it, I remember the toys better than the people. I really liked a Toucan Sam doll, and a pterodactyl. The closest thing to a living creature I remember from age 4-5 is that I used a gerbil like a baseball until it clamped its teeth into my finger and died. You tend to remember things that lock you in a death-grip.

So, I don't remember how well I got along with kids. I assume I thought they just more toys, but boring ones.

Trevor Salyzyn wrote:Report cards from my early school years say I showed leadership qualities. Don't know what that's about. Maybe I was really bossy?

Hehe - I got "Does not work and play well with others."

I was a troublesome kid and hated my first year of school (that never changed; it became intensified as the years went on). The teachers told my parents often: "he's off in a world of his own." I took my time getting there (teachers constantly calling my mom and asking where I was), stopping to explore whatever stimulated my interest along the way...bugs, weeds, garbage, anything... and began to skip it altogether in order to explore nearby fields and forested areas.

I remember getting along with other kids okay, but I didn't with the teachers. I didn't become a "class clown" until a couple of years later, so here I wasn't popular at all, had just a couple of friends.

Unsure about 'social role playing'---I recall very little of the actual school stuff. Almost all of my memories are about what was outside of school; to the side of it, above it, under it, anything but inside of it.

We played with marbles and cars and Lego, Tinker Toys, and other crap. I didn't get many toys as a kid, but the ones I got I ended up destroying; taking shit apart, especially anything technological or mechanical, but not putting it back together; I stored the rest in a junk drawer and thought I could make something out of it. (For example, I'd remove wheels and other parts of my little cars, sometimes with hammers or plyers, and think of how to make a bigger, cooler car.)

I had one sibling, a sister who was nearly two years older, and this year was about the time I got into drawing. I didn't talk very much and liked to do my own thing, which is why I despised the cold, sterile structure of the school right from the beginning. I also wanted to learn stuff on my own, and had a built-in mistrust of teachers (all adults) and the things they told me. Basically, I didn't believe anything until I figured it out myself. (Needless to say, I have never believed in any god or "God." We went to church and us kids went to Sunday School, but I never believed any of it. Wouldn't even listen; I'd screw around with whatever caught my attention at the time rather than listen to what I deemed boring rubbish.) So, I was a skeptic from my earliest recollections.

My father tells me that during this year (age five) I began lying a lot and stealing (coins from him and my mother, to buy candy and junkfood at the local store---we were poor and all my friends got to have sickly sweet crap, so I guess I felt left out or something). He told me one time he followed me---a day in which I skipped school---through some field, where I found a spot and burried my roll of dimes (that I stole from him). I recall nothing of this...only the memory of the field, something vaguely about "dimes" and wanting to be a "pirate."

DHodges: me too; I still have a black spot on my lower abdomen from when, in the fifth grade, I kicked open the boys' washroom door and accidentally stabbed myself with the pencil I'd had in my front pants pocket.

Trevor Salyzyn wrote:I was a compulsive liar, and also way ahead of everyone in my class in everything but shoe-tying. Velcro all the way! ('til grade 4... to this day, I can't learn to tie new knots, even from the most detailed instructions.)

hmm. I was too. And always exagerations instead of outright fabrications. I wrote a lot of them down, too and won fiction competitions which I then tried to insist to my teacher were nonfiction.

Also, I was pretty violent. Always in fights. And abusive towards my sister. And yeah, everyone beats up on their siblings, but I was actually threatened with legal action at one point.

Another thing I remembered was that I must have yelled a lot because I remember my girl scout troup coming after me saying that Danielle was actually Dan, and "yell" is a description - thus prompting me to use my middle name when I changed schools and ever since.

This is an envelope, starting to open.

This is a letter to the reader.



My dear friend,

I decided to write a letter, because what i have to say is not a dry, academic and abstract idea to be held at the arms' distance. Nor is it one more post, in another electronic page full of other posts. It is a letter, and the thought that it is a letter is a thought i won't quickly relinquish.

Thank you, for writing a response to my question about your memories of social interactions as a child.

My hypothesis was able to develop more clearly because of your reply. My hypothesis was about how early childhood social experiences have a very close relationship to the way superstition develops.

Superstition really means, an attachment to a certain construction of Reality. A certain way of looking at things.

On looking closely at these childhood memories of relating to others, i realised that the more traumatic and confusing the experience, the more uncommon and abstract the God.

And, conversely, a nondescript childhood, where one gets along fine with others, and finds no difficulty in interacting, forms the idea of a common, simple idea of God: a society-loving God.

Within the privacy of your own memories, perhaps you will see how this self-image, and its needs in trying to become a clear and distinct I, develops into an attitude about how to exist.

Thank you for delving into this hypothesis, which i might call - with no little humour - "The Ultimate Prayer". From what i know of you, i think you will appreciate the joke.


Your servant,

Kelly

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Here the folded letter is reinserted into the envelope, and the envelope is resealed.