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| How do I get teens that are not my guys to clean up after themselves? I've moved in with my Dad to help him for awhile, his marriage is crumbling, his wife has mental problems and as a result she is good for nothing in many ways and would not lift a finger around the house. She threatened to kill my dad and assaulted me last week during a drunken rampage, these weren't isolated incidents either, so I called the police on her. She moved out the next day but her guys still live here. I'm trying very hard to clean this house to immaculate level but these (often bratty) teens always leave their stuff everywhere, don't do laundry, never do their dishes, including have tons of friends over who also make mess. And they are often rude and give me attitude. I'm so frustrated! And my Dad is very easy going on them, he NEVER asks them to do any chores or even take care of their pets properly... so I end up having to look after all the animals also. I'm getting to the point of MUCH spite, irritation and am about to blow my top at the lil buggers. What can I do or say to make them clean up?! |
| Your situation seems very complicated and frustrating. However, it is so good that you are asking for help. It may help you to think of your options. Try talking to your Dad again. Explain to him that he needs to have them help around the home. Whatever their age, guys/guyren can do some chores around the home. Teenagers should be 'almost' self sufficient. After all, when they turn 18, they will potentially move out on their own, and they need those independent living skills to survive on their own. You can all sit down together and talk about the home and how there needs to be some changes. If they are not willing to take responsibility for themselves and their chores, then they will earn consequences. It may help you or your father to give the Boys Town National Hotline a call at 1-800-448-3000. We have counselors available 24/7 and we talk about various issues. You may even want to take a look at parenting.org for some other helpful tips. Please know, that the atmosphere with the recent events is already stressful and the teenagers may not be totally willing to cooperate. However, it does make sense to establish some rules ad stability for them right now. Take care and when you get the chance, reach out to us--we would like to help! Counselor KJ |
| If adults know what love is, then why are the divorce rates so high? And why are my parents divorced? I think it's hyprocritical for adults to point fingers at teens when they don't even know what love is themselves. A divorced mother doesn't have the right to tell her daughter "you are too young to know what love is". I don't think she has a clue of what true love is herself. True love doesn't just give up on the person that they love for another man. She didn't even fight to keep dad. It's like she didn't even care. |
| A lot of people find it easier to give up than to try to fix things. Some people jump in too soon and don't know what they're really in for when they say "I do". Some think love is only a feeling and that when those feelings are gone, so is the relationship. Others feel their life has become monotonus and miss the thrill of the "hunt". I think a lot people need a good reminder as to just what a life long commitment is. I'm not saying divorce is never necessary. Sometimes we find ourselves in impossible and unfixable situations. But I do think that people should think twice and seek counseling before they divorce because they "feelings aren't the same". You can't expect to always have those butterflies in your stomach when you've been married to the same person for 15 years. I believe teens can be just as in love as adults. But, I believe that many are not mature enough to make it last. I was very much in love with my boyfriend when I was 16 and we thought we would be together forever. But things change, problems arise and if both of you are not able to face these changes with maturity, then there is little chance of the relationship working out. I also believe that while you can love someone as a teen, the love is probably not as deep as you will experience as an adult. Life experiences (especially those that you go through together) are what causes that deep, deep, unconditional love. Again, I loved my high school boyfriend (Travis) very much. In fact, the love I have for my husband (Eric) is the only love that has ever exceeded what I felt for Travis. When I married Eric, I knew I loved him; I didn't think I could love him any more than I already did. Well, 5 years later, I find I love him more. I love him more with each passing day. Do I always have butterflies in my stomach? No. Do I ever have one of those days where I just want to give up and walk away? Yes, but I don't. Love is a rollercoster. There will be ups and downs. Those downs may even last several months, but they *will* pass. And when they do, you realize you love your spouse even more. The commitment is worth it. The bad days (weeks, months) are worth it in the end. If you love your boyfriend, try to keep the relationship strong. Don't sweat the small stuff. But if the time comes where you realize that maybe he's not the best person for you, be strong enough to accept it. The person you love should bring out your best qualities and vice versa. Good luck hun! :) |
| Can A Girl Get Pregnant By Masterbating/Orgasm? Is A Young Teen Is Masterbating And Fingering Themselves While Watching Porn And They Have An Orgasm Is There Anyway They Can Get Pregnant? My Friend Told Me She Has Been Doing This And She Will Get Super Horny And All This Junk. And Now Her Period Is Late And She Is A Virgin! Is There Any Possibility She's Pregnant From That? And Does Anyone Know How To Narrow It Down To The Days You Can Defiantly Not Get! My Biology Teacher Told Us That A Female Can Only Get Pregnant One Certain Day Out Of The Month, Does Anyone Know The Days That Are Safe To Have Sex? I Know You Might Not Want To Tell Me Thinking That If I Find That Out Then I'll Go And Have Sex On Those "Safe" Days. But No I Won't. I Was Just Really Interested In That When My Teacher Told Us That. So Does Anyone Know? |
| No. Idk what's goin on with your friend that is kinda weird, but you CAN'T get pregnent from masterbating not matter how horny you are. The only way for a female to get pregnent is if a male has unprotected sex with her, or a sperm bank (how ever that works). And I don't think there's a safe day, but if your not sure, you can try looking up online. But can can not get pregnent from masterbating, not at all. Do when ever you want watch porn if you like there's no risk, have fun. |
| Ummm teens and sex! Opinons please? I am 17 years old. I will be 18 in 11 days. I'm almost 9 weeks pregnant. In a very commited and loving relationship. I am well educated in a lot of subjects. Including my body. When I don't know something I research it like crazy and talk to my doctor about it. I know some teenagers are mature, like me, BUT there are some who just can't take care of themselves. And of this board I'm seeing a lot girls who think they are pregnant. Well in my experience. Since I knew the symptoms of pregnancy already. Every time I had sex I thought I was pregnant. I believe it's in our minds more than half the time. I don't think girls should be having sex untill marriage. I just wish I choose that course. Girls will come on here and ask rediculous questions, "Can I get pregnant if he cums in me" "Can I get pregnant by fingering me" "I threw up so that must be a sign of pregnancy" I'm a teen but yet I just wish girls wouldn't have sex unless they are married or if they are educated. What do you think???? |
| YOU are one of the voices that these other teen girls should hear. I suggest that YOU continue to use Yahoo Answers and when you come across questions like you mentioned from other teen girls, YOU give them the benefit of your new education, i.e., the EXPERIENCE that you now have gained. Also, after you have your baby, share that experience with other teen girls as well. Help them to make informed decisions from here on. I hope you have a girl. :-) |
| Is there anyway to overcome adult shyness? Could anyone explain why some people find it difficult to voice their opinion or count themselves as being worthy as the next person when amongst a large group of people ? Or in other words basically just feeling uncomfortable being around a lot of people at one time & always looking for the exit door at social events or declining offers of social events or similar ? I don't feel comfortable talking to people or getting to know new people,therefore yes I'm a person who has little many friends & doesn't have a very good relationship with any family members. What could cause this ? I've experienced this al throughout my guyhood through to now, during adulthood, is this normal ? I feel something may have happened to me as a guy that may have brought this about, but can't put my finger on it. What I do know is that my parents always took me to the doctors when I did something wrong or when I did something that they couldn't explain, this went on for many years right into my late teens, they were always under the impression there was something wrong with me & that the doctors explanation would clear the matter up. As now I think its affected me, as an adult I feel people I work with possibly may see me as being ignorant or unsociable towards them rather than being shy, if that is the answer ? I think most humans of a certain age would expect others of a mature age, who are in a Professional full time job to act & to be seen to be outgoing & confident all the time. I just wondered what anyone thought or if anyone else suffers from anything similar & has overcome it, as its starting to bug me as I am & have been conscious of it all the time & I'm beginning to feel like a bit of an outcast & possibly being seen a non team player, even though I work hard and class myself as being a team player at work. Thanks. |
| i used to be like that. my mother always had to explain to other family members that i was just shy. i never liked to visit anyone, or talk to people older than me. At school, I was the weird, quiet girl who didn't like to be in pictures. Then my family and i moved to to different town. I thought this was going to be very hard and different, since I don't like meeting new people. A week before i went to the new school, i read a book called Angela's Ashes and the main character's uncle tells him not to be uncomfortable in front of people because everybody wipes their ***. On the first day of going to my new school, I kept repeating this like mantra, over and over. I know it's kind of gross, but the minute i met anybody, I just said to myself, "she wipes her ***", and it made me feel elevated. I think people who are shy just imagine themselves to be lower than everybody else, when in reality, they are equals. So when shy people elevate themselves by forcing themselves to think they are superior, they overcomes their shyness. Think of Germany right after WWI: Germany lost, the people were humiliated, they remained that way until Hitler convinced them that they were superior to everyone. This is an extreme case, of course, but that's basically how it works. Now, whenever I walk into a party or a room full of intimidating people, I tel myself "I own this place. These people are lucky to be in my presence, etc." It sounds conceited, but for shy people, that kind of ego boost lifts them up to a normal level of confidence. |
| If you are a teen on myspace and posting sexy pictures and flipping the bird (middle finger) why? Think about this, when you grow up and have guyren is that what you want your own guyren to express themselves? Would you be proud of your guys or embarrassed of them posting those kind of pictures? |
| What they really don't realize is that someday those pictures will come back to haunt them. They think it is all cool now, because they are stupid! Stupidity will only take you so far in life! |
| TEENS: please help me.. i am desperate need of advice for this situation!!!!!? OMG. So on facebook i got in this DARN disagreement over a silly little bittle thing my bff wanted me to post on her wall.. So the girls i was in a HUGE dissagreement over (not pretty over facebook) are making fun of my eyeliner fake little mole i dot underneath my eye, just because i feel plain without it! I'm just different like that haha!! so they are telling all their little friends about this mole and all of them are getting together and going to draw fake little moles on themselves to make fun of ME tomorrow.. and on their status their like, "lets walk infront of THAT girl and say hi with our fake moles. hahahha!" UGHH. When they walk towards me and say it what should i say or do and be witty they wont leave me ALONE about it like they have nothing else to do. should i give em the finger? |
| Ok i used to be bullied by maybe 50 peolpe just allot for maybe 5 years. i have heard just about everything from just about every age. but they only do it cuz they think it bothers you and for some reason they must find it funny if you get mad or spazz out let me tell you if you do give them the finger you will have it go on. think of it this way give the finger and its more like a green light. i would IGNORE and by that i mean completly if they try to insult you or in anyway talk about it i would not even reply and pertend they where not there but you can talk to them if they talk about something else. chances or that should work and you now what dont let it get to you some or just imature it is good that you are different because you know what if everyone looked the same it wouldnt be much fun would it. your beutiful and i am beutiful anyone reading this is beutiful and anyone not reading this is beutiful we are all beutifull but everyone has there own version of beuty. and really who is to define what beuty is. hope that helps |
| Teens: What do you think of the piece of my story? (This is not the beginning.) :D I crave for his touch. His skin. His lips. His breath. His very essence completes me. I reach for him, begging for his return, begging for him to come and collect me, to take me away from this monstrosity. My clothing strips themselves off, leaving only bare articles on my chest and waist. I lounge on the sofa, a seductive smile playing on my lips. At long last he arrives, sweeping across the room with the inhuman speed he possess so. His striking beauty move me in no way, it was, instead, the glimmering peril in his burnt orange eyes that capture my attention. “Hello, pretty.” He whispers in my ear, bending before the sofa, his blistering fingers creeping into my clothing. His skin burns me, but I suppress my cries. With watering eyes, I answer him, “Come closer. Please.” He does. He leans forward, lips inches before mine. “Wake up.” He whispers. I frown at him. “Wake up, Lyra, wake up.” He repeats in a pleading voice. I shake my head. The surroundings of scarlet and gold fade quickly into mists as his lips touch mine, we engage in a kiss of agony. Trickling fire plays on my lips, spreading rapidly to my face. I try to fight off his forceful grasp, ending up only hurting myself more. Even as he kisses me his harsh voice continues to ring against the room. “—you will never win . . . You, like many before you, will succumb into the Demon's lure . . There is no choice in temptation. . . You will choose what you want, and believe me when I tell you that I know everything you want. . . Like Sairrah . . . Like Sairrah . . .” And suddenly, his voice becomes louder, yet as soft as the first time I heard it. “Wake up . . .” I wake from my nightmare, but still, just before my eyes bursts open, I hear the faint words along the lines of: “Like Sairrah . . .” “Have you been dreaming of him again?” Against the fluttering candlelight, I see Willow’s gentle yet anxious face peering down on me. I sit up. No one else but her is in the room. I try to ignore her question. “Where is everybody?” For a fraction of a second, I could almost tell the hesitation in her eyes. I turn from them quickly. “They’re outside. Did you see him again? Tonight?” Busy fixing the bed, with my back facing her, I answer with quivering lips and a nonchalant tone. “Yes.” I could almost imagine the despair in her face. “I did.” by the way, it's not about vampires. :) |
| It's very good! I really liked it! You hooked me right away. Good luck and keep up the good work! |
| Teens: Would you continue reading this story? Once I died, my eyes didn’t open again for what seemed like centuries. The air around me was pressing, closing in on me and although I couldn’t see it, I could feel, smell, even taste tendrils of heady smoke wrap themselves around my body, my corpse. My body felt frozen, yet I felt as if I was on fire, as if my very soul was igniting my remains into freezing flames. Was this Hell? I’d find out sooner or later, why not now. Slowly I opened my eyes, my breath catching as I looked up. Where was the smoke, the flames, the Hell? Instead, there was whiteness. Not just any whiteness, tiled whiteness. My brow furrowed in confusion, I sat up and was instantly hit with nausea, causing me to keel over and empty an already empty stomach. Then I saw my arm, and gasped. The pale underside, with the large blue forking river-vein was under smooth, perfect skin. I checked my other arm to see the same result of perfect porcelain skin. No scars. The deep, jagged rust colored rivers flowing above the blue ones were gone. I ran my fingers over the skin tentatively, expecting the veins to burst from the contact. Nothing. I dug my nails in harder, waiting for droplets of blood to appear, but it was as if I was made of marble; unbreakable. I glanced around my surroundings again. Ceiling, walls, and the floor were all white and tiled, sanitary, almost like an institution. So they had found me in time and now I was being institutionalized, under 24 hour surveillance. Doubt clouded my mind as I wearily assessed my forearms, smooth and almost as white as the room. No amount of medicine and procedures could remove the raised scars this perfectly. Hot tears slowly dripped down my face as I began to tear at them. Nails, teeth, anything I could use to attack my flesh, I wanted to destroy this perfection, to rip off flesh, to see bone. None of my attempts showed on my arms; they remained as clear as ever. I heaved an angry sob and threw my body back down, realizing that what I had been sitting on was a white cot. This might as well have been a mental hospital, with its disturbing room of white abyss. Then a door that had blended in with the wall slammed open. **************************************… ~would you continue reading this? ~what do you think? Thanks :) |
| -Yes! -There's a few typos, and it's described nicely. I, personally like it. |