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I literally do not understand how other people enjoy being alive. It's just time passing, clock ticking, awful groundhog day of emptiness even if you're a productive member of society. I take my fucking pills every day and it's still all gray and sad. Nothing has real meaning. Why are we even born? Nothing makes sense, nothing has purpose, and I hate it so fucking much. I want to kermit sewerslide.
Excuse my joking, but your first post reminded me of of Shinji/your avatar.
I also am frustrated by the amount of pills I consume daily; you can start journaling or doing vent artwork? Those kind of work for me.
 
Excuse my joking, but your first post reminded me of of Shinji/your avatar.
I also am frustrated by the amount of pills I consume daily; you can start journaling or doing vent artwork? Those kind of work for me.
Im glad you found a strategy that works for you friend. I go jogging sometimes, it helps. Is there a vent art thread here on the farms btw?
 
Im glad you found a strategy that works for you friend. I go jogging sometimes, it helps. Is there a vent art thread here on the farms btw?
Jogging and exercise are also healthy coping mechanisms, in my experience recently walking aids motivation
No, but we have a "Post Your Artwork" thread and "Autistic Arts and Crafts" threads, where Kiwis ask questions about their fabric works, last I checked.
 
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I literally do not understand how other people enjoy being alive. It's just time passing, clock ticking, awful groundhog day of emptiness even if you're a productive member of society. I take my fucking pills every day and it's still all gray and sad. Nothing has real meaning. Why are we even born? Nothing makes sense, nothing has purpose, and I hate it so fucking much. I want to kermit sewerslide.
Just existing is torture. We all need to do something that has meaning. The simplest is to live for other people, but we're all so atomized now that it barely exists. At least you can vent here, I'll listen.
 
I literally do not understand how other people enjoy being alive. It's just time passing, clock ticking, awful groundhog day of emptiness even if you're a productive member of society. I take my fucking pills every day and it's still all gray and sad. Nothing has real meaning. Why are we even born? Nothing makes sense, nothing has purpose, and I hate it so fucking much. I want to kermit sewerslide.
I want to play a tiny violin for you, but then you should probably listen to Morrissey, sometimes it helps.
 
Retarded story ahead: The last time I felt real joy was when a teacher taught me how to subtract from 3 digit numbers. I know this is stupid but I remember feeling so overwhelmed that I started crying. It was so cool. I was so happy to have learned that. No clue how old I was. I think I never felt such intense happiness again.
 
Well positives: I got another new job this time at a pub not too far from my house literally a short walk away with a decent wage and decent hours plus the bar food is on the house, hell they even gave me a beer to close out my first week, not on the house though. I owe the chef a beer when I get my first payday.


Also I might be starting another maybe a second job later this month. A better real job with benefits and a pension and everything. But it's gonna be a while before I do, red tape bureaucracy and all that jazz.

Negatives : first payday isn't until the 15th, flat broke till than AND I got ANOTHER suspension notice from Verizon. It didn't even say WHEN they'll suspend my service just that they will hopefully ill have enough time to get paid to pay those bloodsuckers off.
 
Was honestly kinda chill until I had to do something that reminded me that I’m still a fuckup and can’t maintain a good familial relationship for shit lmao.

I’m kinda at that point where I just want to throw in the towel and go fuck it whatever goes goes. I know I have my problems and shit but no one fucking listens to me so what the hell am I doing trying to explain myself?

Oh and it’s interesting how people tell you not to let others get underneath your skin when they happen to be the main ones doing the exact same bullshit in a different way.
 
I have today and tomorrow off. The hubs has been happy to see me all day.
Last day off for me till I go back to the bar job I mentioned. Frankly it's the best job I've had in a LONG time. For the first time in forever I feel like the people I work with can like me. Once I earn their respect.... Unlike the fat spic bitch and flaming homo spic I worked with at my last job.



No offense meant to present company.
 
I literally do not understand how other people enjoy being alive. It's just time passing, clock ticking, awful groundhog day of emptiness even if you're a productive member of society. I take my fucking pills every day and it's still all gray and sad. Nothing has real meaning. Why are we even born? Nothing makes sense, nothing has purpose, and I hate it so fucking much. I want to kermit sewerslide.
Personally I circumvent this by just trying to be optimistic, try to give shit a chance. Things work out sometimes. Like that other guy said, living for other people is a good source of motivation, a lot of people are indeed lifeless husks but you can find people who aren't if you look around a bit. Try to work for a small business if you can, try to make people happy throughout your day in small ways. It adds up. I make small talk with the maintenance guy at my apartment complex sometimes and it really adds a lot to my day. I think there's a tendency among people who're inclined to see the sickness in society to focus on it too much, when it isn't really reasonable to do so. It's kinda like those really freaky vegans that can't be friends with anyone who eats meat due to factory farming, like yeah factory farming is pretty despicable and it is kinda morally wrong to financially support it but spending a significant portion of your week thinking about it is just kinda mentally ill. Sorry if none of this post applies to you, I'm just throwing some shit out there because I really have no information about your life or your problems to work with. Try to stop being such a fucking negative nancy is my main point.
 
Living to piss off people is nice. If you can't choose to be happy, embrace the chaos.
This is very much true, and can lead to real improvements in your life if you can channel it into productivity. Spite can be an extremely powerful, pure motivation. Spite has gotten me through some rough times. I never imagined I'd have the stability, security, and just general contentedness I've achieved, thanks in large part to being a spiteful little bastard.

A "Fuck you, I'm gonna handle my shit on my own, my way!" attitude can literally change your life. But, whether that change is a positive or a negative? That will be up to you.
 
Feeling pretty shitty about job stuff. Had a chance to take one, but they weren't very honest about the duties or hours so I rejected it. One that I'm waiting on is take its sweet time getting back to me (which I knew going in, but waiting really sucks.) On top of that I don't have much faith that I'll even get it. Had an online interview earlier today for one but I'm really not even sure if it's right for me, not to mention that they're interviewing other candidates who probably are better fits.
 
I literally do not understand how other people enjoy being alive. It's just time passing, clock ticking, awful groundhog day of emptiness even if you're a productive member of society. I take my fucking pills every day and it's still all gray and sad. Nothing has real meaning. Why are we even born? Nothing makes sense, nothing has purpose, and I hate it so fucking much. I want to kermit sewerslide.
I know it sounds dumb and simplistic, but don't think about it. The fact we are capable of thinking so far ahead is a kind of cosmic accident (or usually curse if you're religious). If you ask how most people deal with it, they just try to think about something else.
 
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