If you were to psychoanalize the men who come into this forum....?

Question

What would you say about the ones like Crappy Snappy who go on and on about how we're all so EVYL? heheheh

Starting with childhood, adolescence and adulthood, what do you think their lives have been like? :)

And Lioness, a few of your answers have "talked about people in here" so I'm not sure what you mean by your answer. Just a thought.

Answer 1

People with great minds talk about ideas, people with middling minds talk about things, and people with little minds talk about people. In conclusion, donno and don't care to talk about people on here.

Answer 2

Even when I was little I didn't fit in. I was skinny, ugly and
I was too tall. And at one point a little behind all my classmates in a new school. That new school was where
I first experienced the rejection that would scar me for life. When I had to go into a different school the next year, I just knew no one would like me, so I acted out. I rejected them before they could reject me. I just wanted to disappear off the face of the earth but life kept happening, and I was a very unwilling participant.

Junior High came and I wanted to go into my new school incognito. But that year I spent too much time at the pool and ended up with green hair. I'm sure you can imagine what the tallest person in the class who just happened to have green hair was called. It was another reason to crawl in a hole and hide. That's just what I wanted to do the rest of Junior High and High School - hide.

All of this time, my heart was crying out to be loved and accepted, but there was no way I was going to believe that
I ever would be. No one seemed to care if I was even alive other than my family and sometimes I even wondered about them...

Answer 3

When talking about the most extreme cases, understanding them is one thing, dealing with them is quite another. Even though I'm working on a psychology degree, I admit I'd have to take at least a few more years of college to be able to be considered trained enough to fully and accurately psychoanalyze anyone. However, I admit I am naturally drawn to wanting to try...I think it's because I figure if I can understand why they are the way that they are, it'll be easier to forgive the the things they do. And I think (for me, anyway) that's true. However, understanding only goes so far. Dealing with them is another thing entirely. Even if you do know why they act a certain way, it doesn't always mean it becomes easier to deal with. Since I'm going into the mental health field as a counselor, I think it's imperative that I learn how to separate my emotions from my clinical work- It's no easy task for someone who is as empathetic as I am. "Empathy" is valuable trait to posses when you are a counselor, but becoming overly emotionally involved is not. There's a fine line there, and it's difficult, sometimes to see. I have but one bumper sticker on my car and it reads:

"Mean People Suck"...

...(which I admit was placed on my bumper BEFORE I started my studies in psychology)....but perhaps from a psychoanalytical viewpoint it really should read more like this: "Mean People are Sick". I don't see all things purely from a scientific viewpoint, however...I realize that a person's lack of faith in themselves, or in humanity, or in something "larger than themselves" can result in one becoming "spiritually sick", instead or, as well. I'm not pushing religion. And I'm not preaching here. I'm not a religious person. But I do believe that people who have found faith in the things I mentioned above seem to have a deeper sense of peace in their lives, and this really seems to carry over, in a positive way, when they deal with (and view) the world around them.

Answer 4

Unfortunately, I'm trying to figure out people all the time, just have a really restless mind, always mulling over something.
I am not going to name anyone, but I have seen good in the people that are outwardly angry, and I just know now that they are good people who only want to be heard.

Answer 5

I would say they are pestered with at least one person who wants to waste time prying in to how other people’s childhood, adolescence and adulthood lives have been like.

Answer 6

Men in this forum are representative of a wide cross section of nations and societies and wouldn't fit in to any single or fairly definable sample or a slot.Psychoanalyzing them would neither be accurate nor useful.

Answer 7

So is this a let's get together and gang up on "Snappy" sort of thing????? This is too beneath me to go on.

Answer 8

My childhood was a veritable orgy of delight. The first day of Kindergarten, I had my first playground romance, with a girl named "Melody." There we were, kissing each other by the swing set. That was a Wednesday. We were on the rocks by Friday, and I was out there swingin' again with another babe the following Monday. At my 10-year high school reunion, a couple of women "refreshed my memory" of my looking up their little dresses in kindergarten. And they weren't at all offended. In fact, they seemed to look back at it more fondly than I.

This was 1971. I would hate to be in kindergarten today, as I'd be the youngest registered sex offender in my state. Hordes of overprotective parents would be lurking in front of my house with torches and battering rams. Really, to bust a kid for kissing a girl (or looking up her dress) is deplorable. Fortunately, I'm no longer into 5-year olds, so this is no concern of mine.

Anyway, during the subsequent "latency" years, I wrote "GIRLS ROT" on the steamed up school bus windows. No misogyny, of course - it was in response to the "BOYS ROT" propaganda on the other side of the bus.

Then came puberty, and that's when all the trouble began. You know that "Birds and Bees" lecture they give in 6th grade? Well I'm convinced that the girls got much more comprehensive training than the boys got, because suddenly, they started MANIPULATING the livin' sh!t out of the boys.

Today, older and wiser, I'm almost fully versed in the wiles of the manipulatrix. I call it when I see it. Fortunately, I only have to police one woman, and she's relatively gentle in her manipulations. Oh God, this is starting to sound sexual again.

It's time to get into bed and see if I can get a little 'manipulating' tonight.

ciao!

So "true" "patriot", while I'm gettin' some lovin', tell us all about your absolutely fabulous childhood. Or did it suck like I suspect?

Troll-Shark™ - Lovin' the ladies since 1971

Answer 9

He called you a Communist. How original.

My hypothesis is that all of the trolls were in the same class in second grade. There was a group of girls, all of whom were feminists-in-training, in that class as well. One day, those girls called them poopyheads. They've never gotten over it.

Answer 10

Unless I chat with specific men one on one, I can't psychoanalyze them. Sorry.

Answer 11

I think your avitar is offensive, it kind of says "have a nice day" all the time............................I am not a psychoanalyst, try the psych stuff. I have an evil side, so..........I put it to very good use.