If the person says no in the first place, that can be considered theft/illegal appropriation of private property. I can’t see it being worse to access an ex’s home with the spare key to retrieve solely what’s appropriate in that case.
Well, found the one downside to not knowing what day it is, thank you!
What the actual fuck… Really? Fucking really, MatchGroup?!
Fair enough, although I don’t think the police would much care about this detail if charges were pressed:)) That’s why I suggested trying to solve things amiably first, it’d be a nice little exculpatory element in case things fall apart and OP is required to… procure their stuff directly.
Although this does raise a good point, in that OP may even try involving the police should their ex refuse to return their things, although they’d require proof of ownership for that…
Well, a B&E is pretty much always a bad idea, imo. My advice would be to hang on to that key and try to discuss a repatriation of goods with him. You two could work out a way to do this with minimal face-to-face interaction if things are still a bit too raw. You can then “oh, I just remembered about this” the dupe key back to him.
If this doesn’t work out, then a B&E stops being a bad idea.
You don’t need to assume that it isn’t a tragic familial background, either. Or any other sort of trauma/condition which would push one to close off. Throwing the “soulless” label aroud willy-nilly is just an extension of abusing the “narcissist” moniker. It prohibits any nuance and facilitates unjustified suspicion.
Yes, there are sociopaths who can be considered soulless. But just because one is odd does not intrinsically mean one is soulless. There’s a plethora of other potential reasons.
Plus, don’t forget, oddity is in the eye of the beholder in the first place. My odd may be completely different than your odd.
Ooor, someone had to “survive” their family’s bullshit and being unseen was the best way to do it. Then it became so ingrained in said someone’s existential fingerprint, that they’re now a ninja without even realising it.
Yyyep, that sounds pretty standard fare (no pun intended), I’ve lived mostly in abstract neighborhoods in terms of infrastructure and had to chase rides in a grand majority of cases.
Plus, honestly, even the way it handled the construction jam sounds acceptable, reminds me of my first days of learning to drive. As long as they stop and stay stopped, that’s way better than deciding to ignore the sensor data and just go for it, like… some other models…
Genuinely a relief to hear, thank you!
As snarky as my initial comment may sound (even to me, I have by-proxy distrust of contemporary models due to their knobhead owners), I’m genuinely glad to hear they figured that one out! At least there’s less danger for everyone around, at the VERY least.
How are they with parking lots, tho’?
Deer confirmed as reptilian invaders from space, noted.
Heh, sounds like what one of my exes used to do when she wanted some alone time, she’d throw me an informational rabbit hole and let me dive right in it for a couple of hours=)))
This, so far, is holding true, and I even started accounting for it after a point, steering away from the correlations I’ve noticed, but my sample size is so far from being in any way scientifically relevant, that I still have that lingering doubt that maybe I’m just seeing a mean, not the full spectrum.
Hell, good point with being specifically targetted as well, the worst one actually verbalised that she appreciated the fact that I naturally create a safe space for my loved ones so “she could behave like a 3-year-old.” Maybe they see that I try to be as understanding and accepting as I possibly can and thus select me as a target, or something… I don’t want to sound like I’ve slipped into persecution mania, I just know that some people are creepy that way, and it is what it is… Actually not all that different an impulse than the usual mate selection process, it’s just that the subject matter is taboo and generally frowned upon, as it comes from a direction of profiting, not collaborating.
I think I finally understand Snipes’s ad-lib from Blade, this really does feel like trying to ice skate uphill.
Honestly, one of my therapists told me she’s surprised I manage to find people within “my type” at all, so I get it…
Thank you for your insights as well, and you’re 100% correct! We should keep repeating these things, so that we may never forget the values we’re trying to espouse! If nothing else, it genuinely feels good knowing that what I am doing, I’m doing ok-ish, even though in a completely unorthodox way.
I can tell you this much, I have never entered a relationship (i.e. anything more than “third date” territory) with anyone who showed signs of not seeking growth. Negative behaviours (with a certain degree of nuance in what I mean by that) are red flags to me, no exceptions. I try to understand the person, to sympathise and empathise as much as my principles allow, but if I see someone whistling at a waiter, for instance, I’m done and heading home. If said negative behaviours are solely oriented toward themselves and they are obviously taking care not to do splash damage, then that’s a different thing. But it’s acceptable to me precisely because there is intentionality behind that, that, while the cause isn’t fixed, that monster is being monitored and kept secure until a better and more permanent solution is found.
As an example, the one who punched me (and, to be clear, I’m not talking frustration punch in the arm, I’m talking furiously and repeatedly punching me in the face - intentionality, but in a different direction, I guess…). She seemed to be healthy. She even seemed to have her shit more tightly packed than I did, to be honest. Going to therapy for several years, saying the right words, displayed humility, the whole nine yards. This lasted for several months, after which her words and her actions started slowly slipping out of phase, until they were essentially contradicting eachother. I stayed a bit too long in this one because after every blowout there would come the period of discussion, where we would again seem to reach consensus. Then it’d be ok for a few weeks/months, then, again, gradual decline toward full blowout. I got tired of that rollercoaster eventually…
A different relationship ended due to my partner’s lingering suspicions from a past relationship, where she became convinced that my asking things about how her day was going was me trying to be controlling. I again ended this one when it became clear that her convictions had priority over anything I could have said or done. And, again, this showed up much later in the unfolding of things, as she non-euphemistically got triggered and her trauma response solidified.
See, that’s the weird thing, I know exactly what the pattern is pointing toward, and it’s myself. I am looking for someone similar to me. I actually see and steer clear of familiar behaviours which I’ve received from other people who’ve had a role to play in my traumas because I know those are a surefire way toward being abused. I don’t espouse them, either, for the same reasons - I pride myself with having learnt from others’ mistakes.
This is why I’m so damned confused about the feasibility of this tightrope I’m trying to walk. Because I know it’s possible to be both healthy, functional and live with your demons openly, I’m living proof of that to myself. But the string of disappointments seems to indicate that it’s not actually all that common, which sucks.
As for the devil I know, I know I try to not be one, honestly, which is part of the reason why I’m looking for something similar. I somehow hope that similarity is also an indicator of values and intentionality, and while it has somewhat been a useful benchmark, it seems to be missing a level of nuance which leads to things slipping past my net. And I have no idea how to adjust.
And related to the safe unknowns, it’s never been fear, because I both give everyone the benefit of the doubt by default and also understand every individual’s innate potential for destruction. I have seen the best and the worst in humans, they don’t scare me anymore. They just annoy and, in extreme cases, anger me. The trouble with the safe choices is their innocence, I meant what I said. Interacting with a person who sincerely doesn’t know the truth behind things is a very specific kind of exhausting and yet another type of walking on eggshells from my perspective. And it’s heartbreaking, because I know from the start that some things they will never understand about me until they themselves go through them. And I also meant what I said about not wanting to be anyone’s harsh awakening, because I understand that who I am intrinsically poses that risk to someone who still has that kind of innocence. It’s a very big turn-off, and it’s an especially sucky one, because it really isn’t the other person’s fault.
And, yeah, I echo everything you said about the power plays one sees in many relationships. And I’m honestly so fucking tired of that shit, those annoying little mind games and flash tests… I’m just too old for that shit, y’know? I’m looking for someone down-to-earth, who’s dropped their pretences and who’s in it for equal take, be it in getting drunk at the banquet, or dealing with the morning after, so to speak. The main things I seek are companionship, collaboration and mutual understanding, someone with whom to plow through life, as I said. I’m solitary and monogamous, I have very few people close to me at any given time because that’s how I’d rather have it. A partner is more than just “a girlfriend” to me, I don’t even know how to properly express the complexity behind it.
Thank you so much for your kind words! I wished so much for this to not be yet another one of those situations in which your gut was right from the start, kinda’ hoped for an easy fix, that couple of words which’d make things click in my head. A-wadin’ i shall continue to go, I guess…
Thank you for your answer and sincerity, I’m sorry you’ve been in these parts before…
I have to say, though, I think I’m past my depression, which my therapists agree. And, yes, I am unhappy, but I’m not closed off to the possibility of happiness, I do wholeheartedly believe it is possible, and on the other hand have grown enough to have realised that I don’t even need happiness, I need drive. I am messed up because I cannot unsee the things I’ve seen. I am messed up because I see the human being as what it is, a creature with immense potential for causing varying types and degrees of harm to others, and we are living in a time in which most people alive seem to be taking full advantage of that potential. Every single point of sadness is an easily identifiable and thoroughly definable outside point over which I don’t have much and/or immediate control. But I love life! I love living, I love doing things, creating, learning, and as a thespian at heart (groan all you want), there’s artistic catharsis to be had in defiantly persisting while wading through this crap, and so I have all the force I need to see myself through.
What I meant through “being miserable together” wasn’t “being depressed together,” I meant being broken together, basking in the true ugliness of things together, facing our individual sadness together. I will never be a happy-go-lucky person and am more than fine with that, because I understand why I’m not and wouldn’t have it any other way. I’d rather drown in the ugly truth than live a life of ignorant leisure, I’d rather be broken by knowing the world for what it is and staring it in the eyes incessantly.
To add, I’m not even looking for happiness in my relationships. I don’t need my partner to make me happy or complete me, because I can make myself happy (or content, rather), and I am more complete in myself than I’ve ever been. I’m deeply satisfied with who I’ve managed to become in spite of things. I need a real human being with a bit more dirt under their fingernails than usual, someone unhindered by the pretence of surface acceptability and likewise unwavering in their relationship with the truth.
This is why I obsessed over nuance in my original post and why I apologise for failing to adequately provide it, I think most people misunderstand where I’m at and mistake it for a pathological thing, when it’s actually just me being true to myself, which implies being open enough to the world around me, that I cannot but be affected by it when it clashes with my empathy and values. And there’s a fuckload of clashing nowadays, which is why I’m in turmoil. Beyond that, there’s nothing other than my profound passion for the grim and macabre, for the theatricality of ugliness. I don’t want to sound pretentious, I’m just aware of the fact that this detail alone makes me an outsider. (Edit:) to be clear, this does not mean I seek drama or suffering in relationships, aesthetics and getting punched in the face during an argument because you’ve caught her in a lie are two very different things. The grotesque I like doesn’t hurt anyone more than potentially offending their sensibilities.
I do want to confirm that I am and will continue to seek healthy growth, and am genuinely grateful that I’ve managed to actually understand what that growth means in my case.
Hey, thank you so much for your answer and insights!
See, that’s my point, I’m trying to walk that fine line between being realistically pessimistic and genuine, and pure unsolved trauma. Thing is, I tried to go for positive, for optimistic, but the times being as they are, most optimists are, honestly… a bit deluded and in denial, from what I’ve seen… And don’t get me wrong, I can still enjoy myself, I can still have a nice time, crack jokes, goof around (i.e. I still have that zest for life), but right here and now, with the entire context around us, I’m angry and focused on most days, which seems to clash a lot with the intention of trying to look away from reality.
Heck, I even hoped I’d have the home team advantage with this one, as one of our national pastimes is making fun of the horrible, so I thought more people around here would be inclined toward seeing and calling things as they are. But nope…
And I do have many, many other things with which I try to relate in a potential partner, but this particular aspect has demonstrated itself to be necessary for smooth interactions with a potential partner. This is just who I’ve become, I am constantly paying attention to everything around me, so it inadvertently reflects off of me in one way or another. If the times are shit, I won’t pretend they aren’t.