Invisible Object of My Obsession (and some camwhoring) (747 hits)
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Submitted by ugaly <UG_A_LY.at.hotmail.com> (View user info) at 2004-05-20 14:01:19 EDT
This is my story. You may not believe it, but I do.
"Five months ago, while sitting in a bar, I met the most beautiful woman ever. She was about 5' 9" and weighed around 140 pounds. She had long, smooth, flowing brownish-blonde hair that could hold the attention of an ADD child. She had a slender, nicely curved body, and delicately tanned skin. Her starry blue eyes captured me as we exchanged glances and smiled. She smiled back and I melted. No one could compare to her beauty. I continued to stare.
At first glance I knew I had to have her. I think it was more out of lust than love, but she had to be mine. After a minute of pondering, somehow I mustered the courage to talk to this woman. It was out of the ordinary for me to make a move on any woman, but she was somehow different.
'Amanda, I'll be right back.' I stood up and left to meet this woman, leaving my sister confused.
'Hello! My name is Kenny. I couldn't help but notice you from where I was sitting' I said. I'd never really hit on a woman before so I was horrible at it. Hell, I was an utter failure at talking to people so I had no idea how I'd get her. My heart raced inside my chest, threatening explosion. I couldn't stand the wait for her to speak.
'Hi. Rebecca. And that's neat.' That was all she said. I figured she would be forward in telling me she wasn't interested. However, I continued on.
'Could I buy you a drink?' I looked over and noticed the puzzled look on Amanda's face. She wasn't shocked that I had hit on this woman, but she had a gaze of wonderment, as if she couldn't decide what was going on.
'Umm, sure why not.' I figured she was probably using me for a free drink but I didn't care. I would buy her as many as I could if I could somehow manage to 'woo' her.
We sat and talked for 15 minutes when things started to take off. She was laughing at everything I said. She complimented me almost as much as I stared at her. After about 45 minutes of discussion with Rebecca, Amanda came over with a worried look on her face.
'Kenny, we've gotta go.' Something was wrong; I could see it in her eyes.
'Sorry Rebecca, but this sounds like it is important.' We each scribbled our phone numbers on napkins and exchanged glances one last time.
'Amanda, couldn't you see I was a little busy in there? How often do I take the initiative and do something about women I like?'
'What? That worries me Kenny. You've no idea what I'm talking about. I've no idea what you're talking about. We've gotta go somewhere tomorrow; will you come with me?'
'I guess so. Unless other plans arise in the time between now and then.' I was glowing, floating. I was singing. I hate singing around people. I was dancing and that was worse.
The next morning, the phone still hadn't ringed. I checked my jacket pocket to make sure I still had Rebecca's phone number. I'd call her when I got back from where we were going.
Amanda grabbed my arm, and ushered me into her car, still worried. We took the five-minute drive to Doctor Monroy's office, and pulled into the parking lot. 'What're we doing here Amanda? Who do we need to see here?'
'We don't need to see anyone. You do. I've made an appointment with the doctor for this morning.' Normally nobody would be able to get an appointment with Doctor Monroy so quickly. He was a close friend of the family before our mother had died ten years ago. Afterwards he faded into the rest of the world. I guess the night before Amanda had called him, and he allowed her to schedule an emergency appointment for today, judging only by the tone of her voice.
We walked into the office, and sat in the waiting room. Amanda walked over to the receptionist and checked in. After only five minutes of wait, Dr. Monroy called us in. 'Down the hall, through the double doors and take a seat,' he said.
We walked down and I gazed at the paintings that lined the wall. I guess you could call them paintings. They just looked like a two year old got hold of a paintbrush and ink. We made it to the double oak doors and pushed. Those doors were really heavy. I bet Monroy had built up some muscle pushing those things open all the time.
We entered the room and Rebecca came to greet us, holding a stack of manila files. This was strange. Usually psychologists didn't have other people in their office. Nevertheless, I was more than happy to see her. I gave her a hug, taking notice again of the bewildered look on Amanda's face as she walked by to the black leather sofa. When she looked away Rebecca whispered 'I'll call you later,' in my ear.
Monroy pushed open the doors in time to see me wave off Rebecca, who I never saw exit the room. 'Who're you waving to?' he asked.
'Rebecca.'
'And who's Rebecca?'
'You should know her. I'm pretty sure she works here.'
'There's no one by that name that works here.'
'Well you had to have seen her just walk out of here.'
'I didn't pass anyone on my way in. I think Amanda could confirm that.'
I was confused. How could they not have seen her? She was there, plain as day. Doctor Monroy ushered me to sit next to Amanda, and then asked me a few questions. The whole time we were there he mainly talked to Amanda about what she had seen. Apparently she didn't think that I had talked to anyone the night before. She had never seen Rebecca. Her loss.
After thirty minutes of those two talking, the doctor diagnosed me with schizophrenia. He said that Rebecca was a figment of my imagination. He told me I should ignore her. That wasn't possible. They were wrong. She was there. I stood up, yelled at them for telling me I was crazy, kicked open the heavy oak doors, and ran home. I called Rebecca as soon as I got there, relieved to hear her voice on the other line. It didn't make sense that she would be home when she should've been working, but I didn't pay attention to that.
Over the course of the next few months, my relations with Rebecca elevated quite a bit. It got the point of where I had to be around her, or at least talking to her. I was obsessed with her. It wasn't until Amanda walked in on us banging on the couch that I decided I would come see you. Amanda walked in and screamed, 'What the hell are you doing!?'
I looked down to see the expression on Rebecca's face only to find the couch beneath me. I was more than embarrassed to notice that my sister had just seen me doing the couch dry. After that I came here as soon as I could. I couldn't bare to go back to Monroy's office."
"That's an interesting story Kenny. Do you still believe she exists?" asked Doctor Lock.
"I don't know what to believe. I was hoping you could tell me."
"Well, this is what I can tell you. According to your history, and your family records, your mother had schizophrenia, which is how she died. Her friend watched her walk straight off a cliff while talking to the air. Also there is no Doctor Monroy that works in this town, and you do not have a sister."
I was crushed. Not only did the object of my obsession not exist, but the only other person that I was close to also didn't exist either.
-Just so you know, I know nothing about schizophrenia. I made this all up off the top of my head. Don't yell at me for saying schizophrenic people don't do that because I've never known anyone or seen anyone have an episode.-
User Reviews
Submitted by funk_boy (user info) at 2004-05-25 06:55:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Top stuff.
You may not be a leading expert in schizophrenia, but f'ing hell this is a 5 minute read, not a lecture in psychology.
Excellent.
Submitted by ugaly (user info) at 2004-05-20 17:41:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Luther - No. Hell no.
Lojope - I figured someone on the site would get upset at me writing it but I wanted to put it up anyway. I am too lazy to do all the research to find out everything about it. I take what I have seen in movies, read about, and others experiences with it and write from that. I don't think it would be as fun to write about it if I knew everything about it. This was one of those, "That would be kind of fun to write" type of things so I sat down and wrote.
Sorry about your brother. I am sure that sucks. Living with it has to be hard. Watching someone talk to people that aren't there must be weird, and probably scary at times. Again I apologize if I've offended you in anyway.
Luther - HELL NO
Submitted by euripidestrousers (user info) at 2004-05-20 17:12:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
No Comment
Submitted by Loren1 (user info) at 2004-05-20 16:45:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
ugaly -
"Why is anything that isn't accepted by society bad to write about? Seriously. If we have to live with it, we shouldn't be afraid of it. Sorry if I upset you in anyway but damn."
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Gotta agree with you on this one ugly.
Schizophrenia by any other name would smell just as sweet.
Didn't anyone see ugly's little "disclaimer" on the bottom of the post? Valium people... Valium...
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2004-05-20 16:24:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
This is my story. You may not believe it, but I do.
That's as far as I got.
Submitted by Staccers (user info) at 2004-05-20 16:01:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Dont you have any friends to hold the camera for you?
Emo bastard,
Submitted by DraconianKing (user info) at 2004-05-20 15:39:22 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
And everyone, even you Lojope, shut up. I know about schizos. My uncle is one. He's funny cuz he's crazy! My family is nuts! I hate them all. Some one kill my family for me?
Submitted by DraconianKing (user info) at 2004-05-20 15:36:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'd do you.
Submitted by TripinDayZ420 (user info) at 2004-05-20 15:24:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
<insert lojo's review here> you got served. twice. have a nice day!
Submitted by reallybored (user info) at 2004-05-20 15:16:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by ohlookasquirrel (user info) at 2004-05-20 15:04:53 (#)
Ranking: 0
Damnit reallybored, I hate you.
But not, I still wuv you, but jeebus.
I was commenting on the fact that he appears to be ten, and I always thought he was older for some reason.
Grarr you.
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Squirrelie, lets be honest you arent really getting any younger here. The skin isnt as tight as it use to be. The ass isnt is high up as it once was. The [censored] isnt as [censored] as it could be. I mean your like what (?) pushing 18 soon. It might be time to grab what you can, and this boy could be it.
Just think about it, in a year YOU could be the one arrested for statutory rape.
Submitted by lojope (user info) at 2004-05-20 15:04:58 EDT (#)
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Ugaly, I am not afraid of it. My brother is schizophrenic.
By writing a piece based on a disease that you know nothing about, you are misrepresenting a whole group of people that you are not even a part of to. It's unfair to them.
If you are interested in this disorder, do some research on it first. What you have written here is nothing like what coping with/discovering that you have this disease.
It's a nice story, but it is so completely false that it makes me want to scream.
If is is something "not accepted" in society, why don't you get educated about it? If you are trying to "not be afraid" of it, go out and volunteer at a mental health clinic.
DO NOT write terribly misconstrued, poor representations of it on a website. That just aids and abets the "non acceptance" and "fear."
Submitted by ohlookasquirrel (user info) at 2004-05-20 15:04:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Damnit reallybored, I hate you.
But not, I still wuv you, but jeebus.
I was commenting on the fact that he appears to be ten, and I always thought he was older for some reason.
Grarr you.
Submitted by reallybored (user info) at 2004-05-20 14:48:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by ohlookasquirrel (user info) at 2004-05-20 14:19:23 (#)
Ranking: 0
Oh dear, how old are you?
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SQUIRREL MASTER IS RUNNING SOME GAME!
HIT THAT SHIT SQUIRRELLIE!
WHOO HOO
Submitted by iamhewhoisnot (user info) at 2004-05-20 14:44:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
not the worst ive read today
Submitted by Luther (user info) at 2004-05-20 14:43:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I liked this. But I still want to know if you're gay.
Submitted by ugaly (user info) at 2004-05-20 14:43:15 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Holy crap lojope. Didn't know anyone would get upset that I wrote about a mental disorder. I wasn't making fun of it.
Why is anything that isn't accepted by society bad to write about? Seriously. If we have to live with it, we shouldn't be afraid of it. Sorry if I upset you in anyway but damn.
Submitted by lojope (user info) at 2004-05-20 14:26:52 EDT (#)
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Hey, I could have been really mean and ripped him a new asshole and spammed him with -2s. That's what this post made me feel like doing. I hate it when people do stuff like this. But I didn't. I was civil. And I only did a -1, because it's certainly not the worst thing ever posted.
But yeah, I am crazy. :o) Hehehe.
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2004-05-20 14:26:21 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
ugly indeed
Submitted by TripinDayZ420 (user info) at 2004-05-20 14:25:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
weren't you in license to drive?
you won't get that cause your too young but just trust me, its goddamn funny.
Submitted by NotApologizing (user info) at 2004-05-20 14:24:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
lojope-
you so crazy!
This wasn't too bad, but a little too m. knight shamalan (a fraudulent hack) for me. Still, I read the whole thing so I'll leave it at 1
Submitted by shark25 (user info) at 2004-05-20 14:22:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I thought it was pretty cool.
Submitted by freebie (user info) at 2004-05-20 14:22:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Who's that schizo at the bottom?
Submitted by Beren (user info) at 2004-05-20 14:20:38 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
I was waiting for the part at the end where you, after realizing you have a mental illness, go on to continue teaching at Princeton, solve a big math problem, win the Nobel Prize, and have Jennifer Connoly fuck your beautiful mind.
Meh, I saw the movie.
Submitted by ohlookasquirrel (user info) at 2004-05-20 14:19:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Oh dear, how old are you?
Submitted by lojope (user info) at 2004-05-20 14:07:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: -1
I would suggest, in the future, not writing about mental disorders you know nothing about and/or have never been exposed to. You are not doing yourself any favors, and you are disrespecting people who actually have them.
Submitted by slowlyrotting (user info) at 2004-05-20 14:03:29 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Luther (user info) at 2004-05-20 14:02:28 (#)
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before I read this: are you gay?
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either that or ugaly.
Submitted by Luther (user info) at 2004-05-20 14:02:28 EDT (#)
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before I read this: are you gay?