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Being forced to submit to a cure for my AS. I'd might as well commit Suicide if somebody insisted that I take a cure.

The curebie movement belongs in the dark ages. If a group of people formed an organisation supporting the 'cure' of black people they'd be subject to constant attacks from all sides and deservedly so.

There is a cure, but we don't want any more like Michael Jackson

(joke - sorry if I offend anyone)

oh yeah being a teenager, never again (or only if i could have the skills i have now)

For me, Hell comes in various forms, some of which are really daft and simple, but thankfully, most of them are avoidable/escapable:

having a fringe cut - I would never do it, they are for little girls not grown women, and even then they look bloody stupid. I would rather die than have one of these silly bad hair ideas!! ! It's ok if you have short hair, but if you have long hair, why the f**k would you want to cut a stupid looking short bit on the front? What is it's purpose other than to look freakishly stupid?!
in agreeance with others on here with the whole idea of curing AS - it's part of MY personality and no one, I repeat NO ONE has the right to take that away from me cos I want it, I actually think AS is a gift.
Northampton - if there is one place that is actually Hell on Earth, it is here, the people are just wrong and the area is deeply depressing, to the point where I left after only 4 and a half months there.
Being trapped in a situation where you are forced to listen to music you really hate - music really is a big part of my life and I find this highly disturbing and depressing when I am with someone with a totally different taste in music and I have to hear it (i.e. being stuck in the car etc)
Being somewhere where there is hardly any food - I always feel hungry for some reason and like to pick at food all the time. Other than when I'm in a meeting or at work etc, if I'm somewhere and I can't pick at food or drink, I don't like it because I end up really hungry and thirsty and I hate that. Plus I think about food all the time lol.
Being surrounded by lots of people - at work we are now all in the same office and I have managed to get a corner desk in a section of the office that is kind of obscure, if I hadn't have done, I would be the centre of attention (I am already as it is) and this would stress me out too much.
Being bored - this is is the worst of the lot really, especially if you are stuck in a situation where you can't do anything about it. Being eternally bored would drive me insane.

In general my idea of hell is a complete lack of self-control.
For instance, recentely I saw a docu on Nat.Geographic Is it real? Sleepwalking murder.
My hell would be just like this. For instance I could unconsciously kill all of my relatives. When I wake up again, it would be like I was possesed by some demons during my crime. But I would go to prison or -when I the correct US state- - may even get the death-penalty.

Needles, nails, razors, and other sharp objects stuck under my eyelids, and under my fingernails, and into my private parts. Getting all my limbs slowly ripped off, then sewed back together again so that they can be ripped off once more. Where my body doesn't sting in pain, it itches, but I cannot scratch it because my hands cannot move.

All the while, horrible music plays. Its instruments include bag pipes, accordians, harmonicas, fast-fiddles (celtic-style) and a yodelling Britney Speares. People laugh in joy as they see my pain. Some are even masturbating. Sadistic bastards.

Oh, and this place smells like Mexican food. Burritos. Beans. Tortillas. Ewwwww.

Being a woman's slave.

I've had very lucid nightmares about being in Hell.

I've imagined that arriving in Hell is exactly like here in reality, except for the rule of the day is might makes right, everybody is interested in tormenting/torturing those weaker than themselves. The mighty are entrenched in place and you're pretty much emasculated (figuratively speaking) as soon as you arrive, which gaurantees that new arrivals are instantly taken by and tortured in insidious ways by whomever happens upon them first. I'm talking about the bizzare and horrid tortures of the middle-ages; things like being placed in a small room, where every day they puch the walls in closer, and other nightmarish tortures. You don't sie, but you feel pain, and you are driven mad.

In this Hell the only way to make your way is to become as evil and vicious as the worst Hell has to offer; only by sacrificing what is good and noble of the human spirit in yourself allows you to climb up to mid-level in Hell's demonic pyramid scheme. And this only makes you a cog in the wheel of the feudal scheme of power, subject to the whims of diabolically intelligent and scheming barons of Hell. As long as you're as miserable and evil as those above you, you keep your place, but it is an empty, petty existance, and you never die, and play the game for eternity.

That's the Hell I think of when I wax philisophical. Without the good and noble aspects of the human spirit, this place gets closer and closer to that type of place.

If there ever came a time, when people wouldn't need to sleep, anymore than that would be my worst Nightmare.

One word, Puberty.

Just had to comment that. I've tried to sleep for a while in a public WC in Northampton

Back to the topic. My hells were the comprehensive school and the army. If I had known that I had AS, I wouldn't have gone through either, but seeked the alternatives.

Then something merrier: Recently I was walking in rain. It had snowed previously, so the water stayed among the slosh. I was glad that I had proper shoes and didn't get my feet wet, but I thought that Hell would be walking eternally in that weather.

Heh. One of my best net-friends is at university there, and she'd agree totally with this...

Going to hell, when I die, but that's very unlikley to happen.

My Ultimate Hell would happen if Ken Livingstone was to pull the Heritage Routemasters off London's #9 and 15 Routes.

Being forced to join the PTA...

...then being made to run a refreshment stand solo at a sporting event in 99 degree heat...with 250 screaming kids and 300 very loud, abnoxious "jock" type fathers standing in line wanting refreshment and yelling college "fight" cheers and giving each other high fives.

Now there is HELL.