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! I am 27 year old male who likes reading and
collecting. I've lived at home with my mother all my
life and I desperately want to leave. I don't have
many friends because I don't go out or have a social
life. And though I'm not a virgin it's been a long time
since I got lucky. I want to move out but I don't
have a job or any potential roommates. I'm too shy.
It's very difficult for me to talk to other people I
don't know, especially women and I'm afraid to move
in my house alone and leave my mother alone because
she has no one else but I am unhappy here and it
seems like I don't have alot of choices. What
should I do?
- Professor Y.

Dear Professor Y,

I hope you first and more most understand that your problem is a common one. You are not some
alien or anomaly. Many people both men and women get stuck at some point in their life. Especially
because your mother seems to have no one else this no doubt makes things more difficult for you.
Unfortunately, you can't use the fact that your mother has no one as a security blanket. You
don’t seem like you are going to be moving across the country anytime soon and if your mother
loves you she will want you to fulfill your potential.
 27 is not a horrible age to be living at home. You can thank the current economy for that but coming
up with excuses is only masking the issue. In order to feel good about your life positive steps, no matter
small or large, will help everything. Not only is being jobless a pathetic quality but unless you meet a
women who is willing to be your sugar mamma you are doomed to live sexually and emotionally deprived
with your mother and probably a few cats (harsh but accurate). Direction and motivation is very important
for a man to have when trying to attract a woman. Women can sense confidence. Being shy is not a bad
personality trait. Shy men can seem mysterious and deep rooted especially compared to the average
load drunken fool that most women try to avoid. What you need to do is find a job no matter
what is it, it is a start. It’s great that you like reading it shows that you are intellectual and
have to ability to carry on a conversation. You seem to have hobbies but in order to meet
and converse with new people you should maybe do something more active and social like
joining a gym. Working out has been proven to increase self confidence. Endorphins get
released when you work out and this will make you happier whether you move out of your mom's house or
not, you will feel better about yourself. It will also give you the opportunity to be around both men and
women. If you have certain days that you work out you are bound to see familiar faces and eventually
strike up a conversation about something working out related. There is no need to feel pressured or nervous
because you are not putting yourself out there or asking anyone out on a date. You would merely be having
a casual conversation. Once you can do this talking to people on the regular won't seem as difficult. You
need to understand that you have nothing to lose trying to have a casual conversation with someone.
You don't know them and therefore they have no impact on your life or who you are.
Whether you get positive feedback or negative nothing can affect you unless you let it.
After simple conversations you may want to take the next step either meeting a dude for
a beer or a cup of coffee with a female. Either way you are making progress. This is the
first step to what you referred as “getting lucky”. Maybe you shouldn’t refer to it as luck
because in my experience it’s not about luck, it’s about skill and persistence. But if you do indeed hit the
lottery I’m sure your mother does not want to have to hear you getting it on (if not then your situation just
got a whole lot more complicated and maybe you should consider living on the streets!).
A very positive thing about your situation is that you recognize something needs to
change. The fact that your conscious mind is aware of your shortcomings and is willing
to look for a change is honestly half the battle. You have your goals set; getting a job,
developing people skills, and eventually moving out. I say eventually moving out
because you should not feel rushed. The first two goals are the most
important for right now. It is crucial to not attempt everything at once. In the
Humanistic approach to psychology they believe that successfully completing
challenges do not only make us happy but stem from happiness. You may be
unhappy at home but you are not hopeless. Completing challenge after
challenge will only make your life more meaningful. Good Luck. Feel free to
write again.

--- Q
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So my boyfriend hasn't touched me in weeks! I didn't
do anything wrong! I didn't gain any weight or change my
look at all! Whenever I try to be sexy he turns me down!!!!
At first I thought his sex drive was going down but then I saw him
in the shower! I think that he's been hiding his sex drive from
me and handling it himself behind my back! I asked him about it
and he denied it but I know it's true! WTF? Is my boyfriend just
not attracted to me anymore? Idk what to do.
- FrustratedFemale20
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FrustratedFemale20,
!
This situation is not your fault. You are trying the
best you can and that's all that can be asked of you. It's time to put your
personal insecurities aside and think about what his mental, physical, or emotional
issues that might be causing this complication. No one likes to consider the worst
but have you entertained the possibility that he may be acting unfaithfully? This
could explain why he is not sexual with you and why he feels he needs to hide his
sexual acts, he may be ashamed. On the other hand
people have changes in their libido depending on their
age, job situation, and stress levels. There is also a
possibility that the relationship isn't working for him
anymore. If he won't talk with you directly then
therapy would be the next logical step in order to
determine the root of the problem. If he refuses to see
a therapist then you need to consider whether or not
this relationship is healthy for you to be in.

Q
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Urban Legend
Marcus Stroman
" " " So I was talking to my friend’s sister, and she told me that her cousins friend told her that
she was walking home from school one day, and decided to take a short cut through the woods. She walked
through the forest and enjoyed all the sites and smells that the forest offered. Now she had taken this shortcut a
few times before, but this time she smelt smoke as she walked. This stopped her in her tracks and she looked
around to see if something was burning, I mean she had seen all those Smokey the bear commercials and knew
if she didn’t do anything about it, the whole forest would burn down. So she followed the scent of smoke and it
lead her to a small girl who was playing with matches and burning some leaves. She quickly ran up to the small
girl and put out the small fire she had made, and asked her where her parents were. The small child just looked
at her and started to run through the forest. Now she wondered if she should follow the child, but knew that she
should tell her parents about her reckless use of fire in the forest. So she ran behind the child telling her to wait.
In the distance she saw a small cabin coming into view, and figured this must be where the young girl lives. She
saw the girl run up the stairs and into the house. The closer she walked to the house the more intense the smell
of smoke became, but she let it pass from her min since something might have been burning on the stove. She
walked to the screen door of the house and knocked calling from someone to open the door. She walked inside,
and saw a man sleeping on the couch, and heard noise coming from what looked like the kitchen. She walked
towards the kitchen, and saw a woman cooking. She tried to talk to the woman, but the woman was extremely
busy, and asked her to run upstairs to check on her daughter. Now she felt weird about walking through this
ladies house, but she wanted to go home, and decided she might as well since she did walk in with being
invited. She walked slowly up the stairs, and the smell of smoke was becoming really strong. She ran up the
stairs faster, to she the whole girls room up in flames, she ran in to grab the girl, but the flames where to strong.
She turned around and saw the whole house was on fire, and felt as if she was. She ran down the stairs with her
eyes close, and when she got outside she fell to the ground rolling. When she looked at the cabin, what she saw
mad her stomach drop. The house looked as if it had been abandoned for years. It looked like a fire happened
there a long time ago. She shook her head, and walked back in and looked on the couch, and saw the imprint of
a body on the couch, where she saw the man laying. She ran out of the house and back home. When she got
home she found out that the house in the forest had burned down over fifty years ago, a couple and there young
child. They said the fire started in the girls room, because she was messing with matches. This left the girl
shocked, and when she looked at the arm of her sweater, there were scorch marks on it.
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Monkey
My simian friend.
Puckered face that collapsed my knees.
Kerosene affixed to the fire that had died down.
The warmest months involved some light gusts of comfort
Light-hearted breezes crossing the flooded Mississippi,
To the cosmopolitan island where I remained.
Bringing with them optimistic words,
Gleaming whispers of a time,
That you were here,
To reassure me.
- Raul Chavez

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Rhino
Had it never
Raised concern to the discomforted rhinoceros in the courtroom
Horning the jury who persecutes me, I would soberly remain.
Proud ungulate endeavor though, to eject me out of my domain.
Never has it
Been an obscenity to wander blurred from the night.
Poking through gloomy corridors and doorways.
Never will it
Be pardonable to close the door in such a way.
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Promise to Self I promise to be my own best

I promise to be my own best friend, till the day I die.
friend, till the day I die.
I will continue to bring forth my
own jubilation. The love for self I will not deny.
Exquisite me, myself, and I. To other women I will be an
inspiration.
Exquisite me, myself, and
I vow to never give another the I.
power to make me cry.
I will remember I am a unique
creation. Everyday I look in the
I promise to be my own best mirror a smile I will
friend, till the day I die. apply.
I will not need another to
give my life clarification.
I will seek endless knowledge, I promise to be my own
for my mind I promise to intensify. best friend, till the day I die.
I will never accept any limitation. Exquisite me, myself, and I.
Exquisite me, myself, and I.
by Danielle Marie
Gittens-Alexander, my
I will forever stay true to me, to mother and the
strongest woman I
myself never lie. know.
I will never settle for imitations.
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A New Dawn
Tomorrow is far away and lonely,
but I'll get over it
as long as it's still dawn.
Feeling that we bump into each other.
But tonight, we miss each other again.
Tightrope walking with results so bad that it trails of
effort fades off with the results.
Every day, the more you do, the more you lose.
Its easier to hold yourself at an angle.
Hiding the passionate self as well as hiding the
hurt self I live on in this short era.
Tomorrow is far away and lonely,
but I think I'll get over it's still dawn.
The feeling will run wild if left alone.
Dreams are again missing each other.
For the only thing we can do is look forward to
tomorrow's dawn to begin the next day.
I count my seconds as I wait for my day to end
and begin
a New Dawn.
By
Robert Cerqueira
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Greyhound. by Christina Scarlet

The service of champions. One form of Pan-American transportation that is guaranteed cheap and
ensures an interesting, mostly unpleasant experience. The workers and the customers alike share in
their hatred of its existence, mutually despondent and easily annoyed making their interactions both
entertaining and dangerous.
!!! Traveling on the Greyhound used to scare me. My sister would take it home from college when I
was younger and I would stare at her in awe and be enamored by her courage. The stories she would tell were reminiscent of
scary stories told around a campfire-! large smelly men sitting next to her, snoring loudly, strange people telling her their life
stories, spilling to her their deepest darkest secrets. The Greyhound bus sounded like an adventure, a place where only the
strong survived. There was no way I was going to take the Greyhound, I thought to myself. Not in a billion years would I
subject myself to those tales of horror. Then I grew up and realized how cheap I was and decided the bus wasn’t that bad.
!!! I had to go to Richmond because I thought I wanted to live there. I was going to be staying with my friend’s family until
my friend and I could find jobs and an apartment of our own. I’ve only taken the Greyhound to Richmond. I took the bus to
Richmond a few times before with little problems. Of course, they say the third time is the charm, and what a charm. Damn
that charm. I had just finished a semi-pleasant visit with my sister, brother-in-law, and my newborn nephew. I say semi-
pleasant because my mother was there and makes everything complicated and frustrating. She kept pestering me about going
back to Miami and I kept saying, “NO.” Finally, she gave up and was pissed and didn’t say goodbye to anyone the following
morning and refused to pick up her cell. Complicated. Anyway, I get to the station and it’s closed. FML. I stare into the
empty office, utterly bewildered. According to the service hours on the door the place was supposed to be open until nine
that night. Then I hear a feverishly honking car horn. Looking around, trying to figure out what the cause of that ridiculously
honking, I find nothing. Until, I see the person in the car is waving imploringly. My elementary school training went out the
window as I approached the car. A woman was sitting in the car sniffling, tissues strewn across her lap. She told me she was
going home early because she was sick, but she would sell me a ticket. My common sense went out the window as I gave
her my information and my money. I looked at my sister who was sitting in the car across the street. Her face was full of
worry and doubt. The woman told me to wait there and she would bring me my ticket. I half expected her to drive off
laughing heartily at my stupidity.
" Luckily, the sickly woman really was an employee and bought me my change and my ticket. I thanked her and she
smiled faintly and hopped back into her car and left. The office was officially closed at three o’clock, a full six hours before
it was supposed to close. I bet Greyhound would not be happy. I was though, so I didn’t care. The bus finally arrived and I
said goodbye and ascended to hell. Everyone’s eyes were on me, burning into my soul, when I stepped upped the stairs onto
the bus. At that moment I became the most awkward discombobulated mess. It was like I was drunk as I looked around
hazily, stumbling down the aisle talking to myself, “No, I can’t sit there... Whoops... Oh, okay.” I made my way to the end of
the bus next to a quiet old man with some teeth missing. Well, I was hoping he was quiet. Actually, my first thought was, Oh
shit, he’s racist. Will anyone hear me scream if he tries to kill me. How wrong of me to assume such a thing of him. No, he
was not a racist. He was a talker. I kind of wished he was racist, because then I would have had a nice silent trip.
" Things I learned about him while we shared a row for 2 and a half hours: He smoked, he’d been on the bus for over
10 hours, he likes gum, he smokes and was happy I didn’t. You’re probably saying, oh that’s not so bad. It is. I didn’t want to
know anything about him, but now I have this useless information forged in my head and I’m not sure when it will go away.
Along with the fascinating chitchat, a child with a propensity to pee- a lot- was also on the bus. His mother had given up
going with him after the first three times he wanted to go. Around the fifth or sixth time is when all hell broke loose.
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Continue....
The little boy skipped to the bathroom, anxious to get into that smelly stall to
do heaven knows what. Absently locking the door behind him, he did his
business, flushed the toilet excitedly - I knew he was excited about the flushing because of the
wonderment in his voice the last billion times he was in there with his mom. He then jiggled the door
handle to exit the putrid dungeon, but was unsuccessful. He tried a second time. Then a third. The fourth
time he tried the door he finally gave up and succumbed to his impending death in the hallow stench, but
then rethought his decision and proceeded to bang furiously on the door.
“Get me out of here!” He screamed powerfully. I had no idea a
child of his size could scream with that much force. The entire bus
had his attention.
“Mommy! Help me! Help! Help! Help” Screaming his little lungs
out, he dragged out each help like it was his last breath, extending
the vowels with furious determination. A hero stood up - not me,
not a chance I was getting involved in this drama, and tried to
open the locked door. I giggled (in my head of course), what a
silly man to attempt the impossible. That kid was a goner. After
several minutes and a few more daring passengers willing to
crowd the bathroom door in feeble attempts at freeing the
screaming child, his mother finally stumbled to the back of the bus
and tried to calm the tiny raging lunatic down. “Stop yelling,” she
told him sternly. Obviously, he ignored her. Then one of the passengers realized the only way the little guy
would get out of that bathroom would be to actually unlock it. So, he told the littly tyke to turn the latch
above the handle to the left. “Turn it to the left. You have to calm down. Turn the latch to the left. The
latch above the handle.” So now it reached new levels of ridiculousness. The man shouting at the terrified,
screaming boy. The mother yelling at her son to calm down. The bus driver yelling back every so often at
the mother, “You should have been with him. You should always accompany a child to the bathroom.”
This went on for a good fifteen minutes until finally we all heard the wonderful sound of the latch turning.
The exhausted yelling youngen stumbled out, face covered in tears. He was trembling as his mother
wrapped her neglectful arms around him. He looked at her angrily, but allowed her to hug him. They both
went back to their seats and I didn’t see them for the rest of the ride. Everyone on the bus was relieved the
noise ceased and went back to their respective books, electronic gadgets, or distant stares out the window.
I turned back in my seat, hoping the nice toothless man next to me would give me peace. He did. And I
went back to reading, he looked out as America passed him by in bursts of color, reds, oranges and
yellows, and probably thought of his existence in this constantly changing world.
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