Unless I have completely misread the situation, and there is absolutely nothing between us. I feel the magical booze bunny may be involved in my future, and I'm a guy who does not drink much.
Also feel I should do my research into figuring out what is wrong with her. From what she told me, sounds like a combination of panic attacks, and some form of depression, brought on by stress.
A man rooting around his medicine cabinet found one of his ex-girlfriend's old pregnancy tests. Because he was bored or felt like peeing on something, he took one of the tests, and much to his surprise, it came back positive. "Lol," he thought, probably. He told his friend about the ordeal, who then turned the humorous tale into a rage comic and posted it on Reddit. And that's the decision that saved his friend's life.
Science fact: pregnancy tests detect beta human chorionic gonadotropin, which is not only a sign of a potential pregnancy but also, in some cases, testicular cancer. Several Reddit users knew this and told the man to get to a doctor.
"You may have testicular cancer! Get to an oncologist, tell them you took a pregnancy test and it came out positive," one Redditor wrote. Another wrote: "If this is true, you should check yourself for testicular cancer. Seriously. Google it."
The rage comic artist alerted his friend, who set up an appointment with an oncologist. It turns out that Reddit was right; the man had tiny tumor is his right ball. Of course, the Reddit user announced the news with another rage comic.
While the guy still has cancer and will likely lose his right nut, he'll probably live. Which means the lesson is: take all medical concerns to Reddit, the front page of the medical world, and you'll probably live forever.
Well that kind of cheered me up. Never know what will end up saving you. Losing a nut sucks though. Mine are bad boys for life. Ride together, die together.
Made up my mind. Probally gonna send the message tomorrow afternoon. Whats the worse that can happen? Even if there really is nothing between us, I doubt shes gonna be mad someone cares about her mental health.
The down side is I have come to realize that I still have issues I need to work on. My reluctance has almost nothing to do with her, its pretty much all me. I realize that if she does want to talk, I may have to bring up my own issues, but thats a chance I guess I'll take.
Also if you ever get bored with me whining about my love life, I've been working on weird haiku poetry.
If she doesn't like your concerns well then she isn't a very nice person uh?
Im more concerned about you suffering depression and you wan to be a cop?
Your going to find out very many much grim things being out in force, your going to need anti-depressants to cope,
trust me, I know what its like to be a manic depressants,
at the buisiness of others, trying to involve me, yet you will be exposed to the impossible and eratic.
