Or, he might have enjoyed it, honestly. While I did not
sense any deep emotional self loathing from Liddy although honestly, I was not of the age to be really interested in what he did or did not know, of the type often seen in self-injurious behavior, this sounded more like a show-off move.
"The trick is just not minding." What a jerk. Yes anyone can burn themselves and NOT MIND it, but like, IDK they don't pull it out for Halloween to scare the kids. They don't feel the need to PROUDLY display it. Holy ghost.
There is very little reason behind that. This may be why I hate the is guy so much while knowing ABSOLUTELY nothing about him, because every time the news came on I would turn it off.. I think the husband like, did he have a radio show? Probably, Who cares.
If I had been at that meeting I would have said, "I bet I can beat you dude, I used to burn the soles of my feet with cigarettes. Then I realized purposefully harming myself was the same as harming OTHERS, unethical. So, while I could play "burn the flesh with you," I frankly find the behavior impolite and the smell of your burning palm to be gross. If you have to ignite anything try a fart."
Bleugh.
"The key is in not minding." Maybe he was deeply depressed. I'm sure when I was and someone was like, "Hey Anna want to burn yourself with a candle?" (Not that anyone would.) I'd be like sure, go for it, whatever, set me on fire, it's totes cool."
LOL one time when I was psychotically depressed, the husband forced me to go for a drive. I became convinced, the further we drove, that my husband was sick of me and like, was going to kill me and dump my body somewhere. Not that I MINDED. But I'd be like, "Honey, are you gonna kill me and dump my body? I don't really care? Just tell the kid I love him, it's all fine."
Then, he'd be like, "No Anna, not dumping your body anywhere. Look out the window. Look at the trees."
Five minutes later, I'd be like, "No, I know you are dumping me somewhere It's completely fine I'm a mess, everyone would be better of without me."
Then, he'd patiently tell me to look at something, and no he was not a murderous serial killer who snapped. Just totally calmly, over and over.
That guy was so great when I was a mess. Which is why I did not leave when he first got PTSD and the first several years were hell. My family was SO mad I wouldn't leave and MAD at him.
But I also noticed, when I was a wreck, they were NOT the ones patiently taking me for a drive while being accused of spousal murder the whole time So THEY didn't know crap.
Yeah, my family could put up with my hobbit husband like when he was taking care of ME so they did not have to but like, once I got normal and he was a wreck? All of a sudden he was the devil. They were super mad. My mother actually uh, tried to march me out of the garage saying, "That's enough, we are getting a divorce." I was like "we" are getting a divorce? Go divorce your own husband woman, and let me deal with mine. Yes, he is bad, bad, bad at present but like really, this is an illness, give the man a chance to get better."
LOL "We are getting a divorce."
Anna
I suppose the time to overcome my fears would be like, when I was depressed. My dad had his first heart attack when I was depressed. I was like, "Meh hope he will get
through it, send my best depressed wishes" when my brother called. I was getting gas, and went inside and there was some guy all tattooed up and holding a giant python. I didn't really care. I guess my mistake was like, not asking to HOLD it. Because I was just like, "What a weird series of events." I mean I didn't LIKE the snake but I was not sacred of it really, I was more like "I don't think this meets health code."
where reference 6 was how he overcame his fear of rats 
. All courtesy of moi. <- That's French for 'me'. 
