I hate the place I live in. I'm a Cali transplant living in AZ. The area I'm living in is mostly left over hippies and retired people, so there is little for the kids to do. Many are into drugs from the hippie element. Two of my friends have dropped out. Another 2 are antisemites who found out I was jewish and turned on me. I have Bible Belt fundamentalist telling me to convert or burn below. The teachers have literally socialist loyalties and judge people on how "capitalistic" they are. I have been harassed a lot because I dropped a class out of objection that I would have to read Leftist literature (it was more to give the area a middle finger than to make a legitimate political point; I'm kind of Left on somethings too but these leftover hippies harass people constantly.) Basicly I'm trying to figure out how to keep my sanity for the next 1-5 years i'm stuck here.
"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
I hate where I live!
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"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
VegasGuy56
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You wear tinfoil clothes and you're wondering how to KEEP your sanity? 
S1NN3R
Master Don Juan
Sounds as though you're pretty much screwed. I'm assuming you're underage and therefore at the mercy of your parents regarding where you live. A question though, if that's the case, what are your parents like? Are they the same type of people, somewhat left back hippies or are they normal intelligent people? Have you discussed any of this with them and do they see eye to eye with you if you have?
I fit were me, I would (with parental approval) screw with everybody as much as is humanly possible. Talk about your "CIA family members" and mention their work on the MK-ULTRA project (nothing messes up a hippy faster than that convo). For the socialist teachers, adopt Marxism just for fun, that should baffle them. And nothing works better on Bible Beltists than stone cold logic. Read up on the Gnostic Gospels, the Apocrypha, and the Council of Nicea, then quote anything and everything at every available opportunity. I find that to be awfully amusing, and while you won't change anyone's minds, they usually leave you well alone after that to avoid the confusion associated with being shown facts.
I fit were me, I would (with parental approval) screw with everybody as much as is humanly possible. Talk about your "CIA family members" and mention their work on the MK-ULTRA project (nothing messes up a hippy faster than that convo
). For the socialist teachers, adopt Marxism just for fun, that should baffle them. And nothing works better on Bible Beltists than stone cold logic. Read up on the Gnostic Gospels, the Apocrypha, and the Council of Nicea, then quote anything and everything at every available opportunity. I find that to be awfully amusing, and while you won't change anyone's minds, they usually leave you well alone after that to avoid the confusion associated with being shown facts.
Bible_Belt
Master Don Juan
There are lots of odd people in Arizona. It is not actually the Bible Belt, though.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bible_Belt
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bible_Belt
"Stop Asking Your Friends What to Text Her"
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.
Bible_Belt
Master Don Juan
I'm guessing it's Sedona, which is a haven for weirdos.