Polissa Snow / CatLadyPolissa / SouthernCatLady1983 / PolissaCampbellArt / Campbells Home for Wayward Cats and Josh Campbell / Wade Parker - E begging munchie Artist, Renaissance Woman, Cat Lady 🖖 and her hot headed husband that collectively killed over 30 animals. One has a 20 year old yeast infection, another shits in bags

[Angry New Ager]

People always reveal their fantasies about themselves, and who they think they'd be if only they had a shitton of money, through their "dream home" Pinterest boards.

Polissa's dream home and kitchen is built for someone who cooks for and entertains large gatherings on a regular basis—big, lavish dinners with lots of food, and a wide variety of food. Which is what you'd expect of a deathfat.

But who is she going to entertain, according to her grandiose fantasies? She has no friends whatsoever. Her family barely tolerates her, and even the ones who are supportive have just about run out of patience with her. If she ever won the lottery, she'd lord it over them in such a repulsive way, that they'd give up on her entirely.

Who is supposed to cook all that food, and clean up afterward? How is she supposed to keep that big house clean? Does the fantasy involve hiring cooks and cleaners? Or is it all just supposed to magically happen?

 

[Attractive Sexhaver]

Those pinterest boards are a little heart breaking, because Polissa's hopes and dreams are comparatively modest. Some balloons and the beach and a silly photoshoot for her 40th, a catered sit down party for her wedding vow renewals. I've honestly lost count of the amount of parties like that I've been to. She's not dreaming about going to mars, and with a little planning, ingenuity, and saving, these sorts of parties are totally within her grasp.

The real tragedy of Polissa is she's failed to understand a lesson that most of us have learned by age 12: no one is going to hand this shit to you. You have to make it happen yourself. If she did some thrift store shopping, maybe asked friends to do things like buy her party supplies in lieu of presents, kept the event to a relatively modest number of folks, she could pull this off with a few months planning and saving the money she's spending on junk to put towards this. Instead she will squander the goodwill she gets from others the way she squanders her money, and will sit home and be miserable instead.

 

[Ben Lurkin']

Those pinterest boards are a little heart breaking.

Polissa's hopes and dreams are...some balloons...and a silly photoshoot for her 40th

Funny how all of Po'lissa's birthday fantasies revolve around balloons.

She never dreams of a party involving the celebratory company of a bevy of long-time dear friends.

Just lots and lots and lots (and LOTS!) of balloons.

Those Pinterest pix she pins are the bleakest barren still-life shoots: They all imagine a birthday "party" as a room devoid of people...but overflowing with balloons.

More than once she's bitched about not getting a birthday offering where someone drives up with a car fucking stuffed with fucking balloons all for her...then, the fucking ballon-gifter/deliverer should just fucking fuck-off.

And dare we mention that her notion of the perfect extravaganza that "Celebrates Po'lissa!" also envisions the absolute hoarding of said balloons?

Balloons are Po'lissa's ideal fantasy birthday party "guests."

Ever the narcissist, its "balloon-guests" she craves because balloons perfectly reflect back to Po'lissa her inner and outer life:

They are rotundly-shaped, they are (like her ego) over-inflated with hot air, are of trivial value, serve no practical or work-oriented purpose, are artlessly gaudy, one-time-use consoomer things that are quickly discarded, and are cheap to acquire in numbers that can quickly amount to a "neurotically satisfying" hoard...

...and balloons -- like her dreams -- are so utterly thin-skinned and fragile that faced with the pointed end of hard reality are...easily...always...and inevitably... ...*popped.*

Thanks for ruining balloons for us forever, Po'lissa.

 

[LonesomeDud]

Those pinterest boards are a little heart breaking, because Polissa's hopes and dreams are comparatively modest. Some balloons and the beach and a silly photoshoot for her 40th, a catered sit down party for her wedding vow renewals. I've honestly lost count of the amount of parties like that I've been to. She's not dreaming about going to mars, and with a little planning, ingenuity, and saving, these sorts of parties are totally within her grasp.

The real tragedy of Polissa is she's failed to understand a lesson that most of us have learned by age 12: no one is going to hand this shit to you. You have to make it happen yourself. If she did some thrift store shopping, maybe asked friends to do things like buy her party supplies in lieu of presents, kept the event to a relatively modest number of folks, she could pull this off with a few months planning and saving the money she's spending on junk to put towards this. Instead she will squander the goodwill she gets from others the way she squanders her money, and will sit home and be miserable instead.

I think wellness is a community effort that happens between people. While I am sure Polissa would latch onto that part of my beliefs, there's a catch: Wellness then becomes the responsibility of everyone, and that creates work to be divided back into the community.


Polissa doesn't crow about making Josh a birthday cake or making plans. She is a black hole of take. Polissa is neither a baby that is a lot of fun to watch have fun or is she some beloved, hardworking person it is rewarding to see celebrated on her birthday.

 

[glass_houses]

Polissa doesn't crow about making Josh a birthday cake or making plans. She is a black hole of take.

Gift giving is something a lot of people enjoy. I'm currently in an ongoing disagreement with a couple of relatives who keep trying to dissuade me from buying them Christmas and birthday gifts, no matter how modest, because they're extremely conscious of the disparity between our incomes. The whole process of gift giving- thinking of something my loved one would like, establishing the budget, hunting the item down, stashing it away until the time comes, wrapping it nicely and then presenting it- is pleasurable for me. It's stressful, absolutely, but it's an enjoyable stress. I plan gifts months or even years in advance.

Even if Pissa has no money, she can still do nice things for Joh's birthday. She can cook his favourite meal, do the chores for a couple of days, give him a massage, watch that show that she can't stand but he loves with him. She's in a rural area; she can go for a walk and collect some pretty weeds and put them in a glass in lieu of flowers. She can paint a painting for him, or even just patch a single hole in the wall. Even if she does a shit job, it says here, I love you, I'm making a special effort for you on your birthday despite my pain.

 

[retard strength II]

Her largest gesture of love is wanting to divorce him so they can get try to leech more gov benefits, common plot in a lot of romance novels. One of those universal, timeless sentiments.

 

[LonesomeDud]

Since Joe remembers television from his childhood, I guess it is fair to assume his parents are more well-off than him. Any Polissa lore experts know why they abandoned Josh?

 

[glass_houses]

Since Joe remembers television from his childhood, I guess it is fair to assume his parents are more well-off than him. Any Polissa lore experts know why they abandoned Josh?

Indications are that Joh's brother is even more fucked up than he is. It's certainly possible for a perfectly normal, stable family to still have a child that just doesn't turn out 'right' but when a family ends up with multiple fuckups on Joh's level or higher, it's clear that something somewhere has been going wrong for a very long time.

In regards to the whole concept of familial abandonment... at a certain point you just can't take anymore. Sometimes being cut lose is the only thing that can shake sense into a drug user. Mostly though, you finally realise that your relative is just a truly horrible human being who treats you like shit because it's fun, and that the only feeling they have towards you is abject contempt.

 

[glioblastoma multiforme]

thinking of something my loved one would like, establishing the budget, hunting the item down, stashing it away until the time comes, wrapping it nicely and then presenting it- is pleasurable for me. It's stressful, absolutely, but it's an enjoyable stress. I plan gifts months or even years in advance.

coming up with gifts that loved ones will truly love is such a treasure. its hard to do and i only hit the spot every few years but when i do it is bliss,

polissa doesn't understand the intimacy, care, respect, and effort it takes to give a truly personal and memorable gift. you are right that there's loads she could do for Jo, but she doesn't because she's too self centred to understand how wonderful giving an aawesme gift can be. stepping out of self isn't something she does. its the cause of a lot of her pain but she's truly incapable of understanding what is obvious to casual observers.

 

[Angry New Ager]

Those Pinterest pix she pins are the bleakest barren still-life shoots: They all imagine a birthday "party" as a room devoid of people...but overflowing with balloons.

Well, that's pretty much how her Big Dream Birthday Party would go, if she ever made it reality. She has no friends, most of her family knows she's a whiny, entitled grifter, and only her mom seems to tolerate her at this point. Nobody in her family stepped forward to make sure she got a big fuss over her 40th birthday because nobody cared. Showing up at her party, where she's the center of attention? I expect most of them would make other plans.

 

[turkey lurkey]

I like how both the Joh boards only have 1 pin lol

 

[Diet Coke 4 Life]

Decided to grab the exercise board because I found it funny.

She really wants to blast away that belly fat, huh? Pardon me while I die laughing.

Spoiler: Pffffft 'exercise'

 

[toilet_rainbow]

Decided to grab the exercise board because I found it funny.

She really wants to blast away that belly fat, huh? Pardon me while I die laughing.

Spoiler: Pffffft 'exercise'

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[Dnein]

Those pinterest boards are a little heart breaking, because Polissa's hopes and dreams are comparatively modest. Some balloons and the beach and a silly photoshoot for her 40th, a catered sit down party for her wedding vow renewals. I've honestly lost count of the amount of parties like that I've been to. She's not dreaming about going to mars, and with a little planning, ingenuity, and saving, these sorts of parties are totally within her grasp.

The real tragedy of Polissa is she's failed to understand a lesson that most of us have learned by age 12: no one is going to hand this shit to you. You have to make it happen yourself. If she did some thrift store shopping, maybe asked friends to do things like buy her party supplies in lieu of presents, kept the event to a relatively modest number of folks, she could pull this off with a few months planning and saving the money she's spending on junk to put towards this. Instead she will squander the goodwill she gets from others the way she squanders her money, and will sit home and be miserable instead.

Spend time around these types and the pity goes away. when she puts that shit on her dream list, it isn't like a normal human forming hopes and sadly looking at what they don't have. She fully believes it all belongs to her, and is simply being denied.

As for the absurd kitchen and parties, there's this weird narc brain thing where they expect status and accolate without the work. They fantasize status the praised host of the party, such a good cook, everyone applauding in a circle (or such a charitable pet savior, such an artist, title of hardest worker) the same way they expect to be handed money or balloon parties. They feel they are beyond doing the work, but they feel they should be in the winner's circle anyway


Honestly, it's the most insane aspect of narcissistic grandiosity. It makes no sense. They foresee mountains being moved and themsleves being given full credit, but never intend to pick up a shovel. It's like they think everyone else is just teleported to a "post work" state and given things

 

[LonesomeDud]

I don't want to derail the thread with my personal hardships, but I also didn't get any balloons for my birthday.

 

[Breadbear]

I don't want to derail the thread with my personal hardships, but I also didn't get any balloons for my birthday.

Oh.
Oh my sweet lord.
You poor thing.
How do you find the courage to go on.

 

[Potato Cat]

What a surprise: Polissa is posting more white trash drama.



I’m wondering if they’ve been posting privately. She and Josh were posting quite a bit and then they both stopped.

 

[glioblastoma multiforme]

the only reason she is pretending to care about this relation is because it feeds into her narrative that her family is awful.

i don't know if you can be evicted with a weeks notice at no fault where they are, but you can't over here, so i'm not really buying it.

 

[deputydogshit2.0]

the only reason she is pretending to care about this relation is because it feeds into her narrative that her family is awful.

i don't know if you can be evicted with a weeks notice at no fault where they are, but you can't over here, so i'm not really buying it.

I bet it’s due to non payment of rent. Probably hasn’t paid rent in months and the shit is now hitting the fan. It wouldn’t fit Pissa’s narrative to admit this has been months in the making.

 

[We're All Going To Hell 2]

don't know if you can be evicted with a weeks notice at no fault where they are, but you can't over here, so i'm not really buying it.

Squatting right hysterics in

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