I just don't understand...

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Oncefallen said:
One thing I could never understand is why people join an online community where there is no obligation to provide very much personal information, but then boldly lie about what information they voluntarily give. The whole idea of creating a false cyber persona eludes me.
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You mean you're not a nobel prize fighter, skilled in 10 different martial arts, undefeated in the ring, six feet tall, 250 pounds of muscle, billionaire banker who has a different dodge viper for every day of the week?
 
Oncefallen said:
One thing I could never understand is why people join an online community where there is no obligation to provide very much personal information, but then boldly lie about what information they voluntarily give. The whole idea of creating a false cyber persona eludes me.
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ouch..

I'm sorry for my deceitfulness guys.. I am not actually a college-aged Alaskan woman studying music.


I'm actually George Clooney.

*walks away shamefully*
 
Oncefallen said:
One thing I could never understand is why people join an online community where there is no obligation to provide very much personal information, but then boldly lie about what information they voluntarily give. The whole idea of creating a false cyber persona eludes me.
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Me either. I mean I don't share everything little thing about me on the Internet, but I certainly don't see the point in lying about who I am.
 
I don't understand why some mothers allow their babies to crawl on the floor in public building or in Emergency Rooms. Do they not know babies lick everything?!!
 
Loveneverfails said:
ouch..

I'm sorry for my deceitfulness guys.. I am not actually a college-aged Alaskan woman studying music.


I'm actually George Clooney.

*walks away shamefully*
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I am onto you :p the Clooney thing isn't true

No one would lie about being from Alaska
there are so few of us we all know each other

Truth is I am a bear named bear because bears don't have names
hibernation is boring CC passes the long winter days
When spring time comes I will be really hungry
my goal is to find everyone's location
and snack time :cool:
 
BananaPie said:
I don't understand why some mothers allow their babies to crawl on the floor in public building or in Emergency Rooms. Do they not know babies lick everything?!!
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So there is such a thing as too much Tummy Time!
 
I don't understand why teenagers don't like to rake leaves, but they most certainly enjoy jumping into a pile of leaves playing in them...
 
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BananaPie said:
I don't understand why some mothers allow their babies to crawl on the floor in public building or in Emergency Rooms. Do they not know babies lick everything?!!
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Had no clue they allow this :( but I'm kinda freaked out by it
not the licking by the babies but the parents placing them on public floors
 
I just don't understand why women place their purses on the floor of a public bathroom. The backs of the doors have hooks for a reason!!! So gross.

And if they don't, I still hold my purse. No way am I putting it on the floor.
 
Tintin said:
I certainly don't see the point in lying about who I am.
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-> Catfish (film) - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Young photographer Yaniv "Nev" Schulman lives with his brother Ariel in New York City. Abby Pierce, an eight-year-old child prodigy artist in rural Ishpeming, Michigan, sends Nev a painting of one of his photos. They become Facebook friends, which broadens to include Abby's family: including her mother, Angela (Wesselman); Angela's husband Vince (Stephen Fogarty); and Abby's attractive older half-sister Megan, who lives in Gladstone, Michigan.

For a documentary, Ariel and Henry Joost film Nev as he begins an online relationship with Megan. She sends him MP3s of song covers she performs for him, but Nev discovers that they are all taken from performances on YouTube. He later finds evidence that Angela and Abby have lied about other details of Abby's art career. Ariel urges Nev to continue the relationship for the documentary, although Nev seems reluctant to continue. The siblings decide to travel to Michigan in order to make an impromptu appearance at the Pierces' house and confront Megan directly. As they arrive at the house, Angela takes some time to answer the door; but is welcoming and seems happy to finally meet Nev in person. She also tells him that she has recently begun chemotherapy for uterine cancer. After leaving multiple messages while trying to call Megan, she drives Nev and Ariel to see Abby herself; while talking with Abby and her friend alone, Nev learns that Abby never sees her sister and rarely paints.

The next morning, Nev wakes up to a text message from Megan saying that she has had a long-standing alcohol problem, and has decided to check into rehab and cannot meet him, which is confirmed by one of Megan's Facebook friends, but Nev realizes that this is likely another lie from Angela. After meeting with the family back at their house, Angela admits that the pictures of Megan were of a family friend, that her daughter Megan really is in rehab downstate and that Angela had really painted each of the paintings that she had sent to Nev. Nev thus realizes that while believing he was talking to Megan, it was really Angela posing as her with an alternate Facebook account and mobile phone. As he sits for a drawing, Angela confesses that the various Facebook profiles were all maintained by her; but that through her friendship with Nev she had reconnected with the world of painting, which had been her passion before she sacrificed her career to marry Vince—who has two severely mentally disabled children who require constant care. Through a conversation with Vince himself, the siblings learn that Angela had told him (falsely) that Nev was paying for her paintings, and that he had encouraged her to seize the opportunity to have him as a patron.

Vince, talking with Nev, tells a story. He says that when live cod were shipped to Asia from North America, the fish's inactivity in their tanks resulted in only mushy flesh reaching the destination; but fishermen found that putting catfish in the tanks with the cod kept them active, and thus ensured the quality of the fish. Vince talks of how there are people in everyone's lives who keep us active, always on our toes and always thinking. It is implied that he believes Angela to be such a person.

Some time after, Nev receives a package labeled as being from Angela herself; it is the completed drawing that she labored over during their meeting, although Nev seems ambivalent in his feelings about it.

On-screen text then informs the viewer that Angela did not have cancer, that her daughter was not in a rehab center, and that she closed all her false Facebook accounts. On her own account, she and Nev remain friends.


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rachelsedge said:
I just don't understand why women place their purses on the floor of a public bathroom. The backs of the doors have hooks for a reason!!! So gross.

And if they don't, I still hold my purse. No way am I putting it on the floor.
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fact: the average remote control is dirtier than the average toilet seat ;)
 
Grace-Like-Rain said:
And... paper money is even dirtier than that. I'm glad we can't SEE germs. Because we'd all be stark raving mad right now. :p
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I had to laugh when a friend complained about how dirty the buttons on the ATM were. She had no issue whatsoever with all of that nasty money. :)
 
I don't understand why my cat thinks she's a dog. She fetches, she talks to you in 'Meow', she follows me everywhere, and taps with her paw three times when she wants your attention. She's a great friend!
 
Grace-Like-Rain said:
And... paper money is even dirtier than that. I'm glad we can't SEE germs. Because we'd all be stark raving mad right now. :p
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I work at a bank and tons of paper money goes through my hands every day. I wash my hands probably once an hour, and even after I wash them, they soon feel dirty again. I try not to think about it too much. :P
 

I just don't understand Pentecostalism.


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wwjd_kilden said:
fact: the average remote control is dirtier than the average toilet seat ;)
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I disinfect the TV remotes with hand sanitizer regularly. Sometimes every day. Between the buttons and everything, until the whole thing is shiny. Then I dry it with a tissue. :p

I also wash public restroom toilet seats with a few squirts of hand sanitizer and some toilet paper before I sit. Too many women try to pee standing up..... :|

Hmm, maybe this should have gone in the quirky habit thread...
 
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