what's her problem? Somebody please explain to me why a girl would have such a hard time getting over being raped! Don't get me wrong, I know it's nothing anybody would ever want to happen to them. Let me explain: I'm a guy in college and, at my school, we party alot. On a college campus, hearing that a girl got raped is like hearing about a car accident on a rainy day. It's just one of those things that's just bound to happen and, when it does happen, you say, "Oh, that's too bad" and then you move on. Well, a girl I know pretty well says she got gang-raped at a frat-party. Now, I don't know if it's true or not. But she is, like, really messed up, now. She's, like, really depressed and she cries alot and she's really just an all around drag. She used to be so much fun. Now, I've been beat down by a group of guys before and I've been robbed at gun-point before and pistol-whipped with the gun. And both of those experiences were pretty bad, but I picked myself up, threw back a couple of shots of Jack Daniels, followed by a few beers, and all was right with the world, again. Now, the frat house where she says she got gang-raped, those guys are my homies and I do know that those guys can get really wild when it comes to girls, but, of course, I would never say anything that would implicate any of them is a rape, or anything (you know how the saying goes: Bro's before ho's). But I tried to tell her she just needs to get over it just like I did when I got beat down. She just started yelling at me. I thinking maybe she's gone a little nuts. But why can't she just move on? Bad things happen to people. So what? When the going gets tough, the tough get going, that's what I always say. And that which doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, right? So what's her problem?

what's her problem? Somebody please explain to me why a girl would have such a hard time getting over being raped! Don't get me wrong, I know it's nothing anybody would ever want to happen to them. Let me explain: I'm a guy in college and, at my school, we party alot. On a college campus, hearing that a girl got raped is like hearing about a car accident on a rainy day. It's just one of those things that's just bound to happen and, when it does happen, you say, "Oh, that's too bad" and then you move on. Well, a girl I know pretty well says she got gang-raped at a frat-party. Now, I don't know if it's true or not. But she is, like, really messed up, now. She's, like, really depressed and she cries alot and she's really just an all around drag. She used to be so much fun. Now, I've been beat down by a group of guys before and I've been robbed at gun-point before and pistol-whipped with the gun. And both of those experiences were pretty bad, but I picked myself up, threw back a couple of shots of Jack Daniels, followed by a few beers, and all was right with the world, again. Now, the frat house where she says she got gang-raped, those guys are my homies and I do know that those guys can get really wild when it comes to girls, but, of course, I would never say anything that would implicate any of them is a rape, or anything (you know how the saying goes: Bro's before ho's). But I tried to tell her she just needs to get over it just like I did when I got beat down. She just started yelling at me. I thinking maybe she's gone a little nuts. But why can't she just move on? Bad things happen to people. So what? When the going gets tough, the tough get going, that's what I always say. And that which doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, right? So what's her problem?
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