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Welp, had my first day shift on my job and... not sure how I feel about it yet. It's a LOT more intense than the night shift was; lot more to do in general, and it feels like it lasts a lot longer despite both shifts having the same amount of time per day (8 hours). Aside from that, I also found that I am now working with a tranny; a "trans man" (got no idea if that means "man who thinks they're a woman" or "woman that thinks they're a man" or what these days). It's friendly enough, but... well, after all the shit that's been going on these days, you can't help but be cautious. I've read Manhunt, after all.

Aside from that, the job feels a bit more exhausting, though whether that's due to it actually being harder or just adjusting to the new schedule, I'm not entirely sure as of yet. I do know that my new boss and my co-workers are a pretty friendly, even the tranny, so that's nice.

Other than my job, there's not much going on as of yet; writing's still stalled for now, and I need to go through the backlog of games I got to try and clear some things out.
 
Have been doing housework all week and driving places to buy stuff and replace old infrastructure on the house, got a blister on the bottom of my right foot while taking a walk. Popped it tonight with a needle and put healing solutions/gauze on it. Hopefully, it'll be alright. Only problem some of the stuff spilled on my bed and soaked down to my mattress, though not a whole lot of it. I got advice from someone my mother and I both know on the phone this morning about how to deal with the blister, so I took care of it tonight. I talked to my mother later on in the afternoon and described the call as well as goings-on related to my sickly 95yo paternal grandmother whose memory is getting very bad.

Thinking about how ugly the phone call got and other things that've happened in the past when talking to her about sensitive issues, my mother jumped to conclusions as I was in the middle of telling the story. She thought those conclusions I discussed with our mutual contact were what I was going to do with my foot to deal with the blister and shouted at me as if I said I suggested what I was saying (about my foot, later my grandma). We had somewhat of a dispute when I pointed out she was putting words in my mouth and jumping to conclusions while not listening to the rest of the story. This escalated into a somewhat bad dispute about my grandmother's condition (my mother was already stressed due to stuff in her own day-to-day life), I kind of got away from that in the discussion and the call ended after that. - Thinking of texting her soon to apologize for snapping; I figure she's cooled off by now.
 
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Any way you can combine the two? I have a bench and some cheap plastic china weights and I do it all at home. It beats doing nothing at all.
Heh, I've got nothing but a set of giant tires and some old scrap metal, yet it is still fun dragging this shit around. Well, except the part where I can die from tetanus from one single scratch. Buying a barbell would be great, but in the future I will have to move, so that would be just a temporary investment. On the other hand, I got used to this, I just wanna know if I got stronger or weaker.

You think I didn't try? I have a dumbbell and a training mat. Both gathering dust because I don't feel like exercising in the same place where I have "my entire world": the computer. At least when I have a job I have a reason to go out of the house, but after that? No more drive to do anything and no idea how to find it. And I know that the problem is somewhere with me but I keep running around in circles with no idea how to fix my brain. I'm not asking for advice since I realized I don't listen to it when I ask for it, and every time it always comes back to me.
Just get angry and start lifting. Always works for me unless I am tired to shit.

The best part is that I have no one to meet. Not even IRL friends. When everyone already figured their shit out and moved out of this shithole, I'm still stuck here trying to figure out the basics that I should've figured out back in high school. I could contact them but I feel like it would be a shit move, nor would I know how to start a conversation like that or what it would give me. Now I'm completely at a loss as for what I should do with my life to move forward. I could coast as I do right now, but at the same time I don't want to because I've coasted for far too long. I don't know.
What are you going to lose by asking? If you do maybe something good will come out of it, if you don't it is not like you're going to do something better. I won't powerlevel, but if one single meetup with a guy I hadn't seen in years was basically a difference between me being a dozen of different pieces and me telling this to you right now. So don't be afraid to try.
 
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In trying not to lose my dating stride after the "right person wrong time" relationship failure with the wöman, I had a date with another girl today.

It really made me think of how incredible and immediate the chemistry with the previous woman was, because this one was a ton of fun, I could hang out with her and talk shit for hours... but it felt like hanging out with a cousin.

ZERO chemistry. Lots of good conversation and things in common to talk about, but ZERO chemistry.
I had good dates and bad dates in the far past, before and up to meeting my now ex-wife, but never before have I experienced something like this.

Maybe it's me? Maybe I'm more hung up on the wóman than I consciously know? Maybe I should wait a while and recover?

I shall continue what I refuse to call a "love quest", but a quest nonetheless. But, like, in a couple weeks at least.
 
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In trying not to lose my dating stride after the "right person wrong time" relationship failure with the wöman, I had a date with another girl today.

It really made me think of how incredible and immediate the chemistry with the previous woman was, because this one was a ton of fun, I could hang out with her and talk shit for hours... but it felt like hanging out with a cousin.

ZERO chemistry. Lots of good conversation and things in common to talk about, but ZERO chemistry.
I had good dates and bad dates in the far past, before and up to meeting my now ex-wife, but never before have I experienced something like this.

Maybe it's me? Maybe I'm more hung up on the wóman than I consciously know? Maybe I should wait a while and recover?

I shall continue what I refuse to call a "love quest", but a quest nonetheless. But, like, in a couple weeks at least.
Well, maybe good you saw that there are still cool people out there...but maybe a few weeks' break from trying to date is good to let things settle a bit.
 
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Completely fucking botched a car repair at the literal last step and now have to spend over a grand to fix it.
It's not even the fucking money; it's the fact that I managed to make such a rookie, bone-headed mistake.
Fellas, you're never to good to use a specific tool. When they say "use this tool", fucking use it.
Don't have it? Get one and return it. Just. Fucking. Use. it.
 
Do you ever wonder where you will be when the dust settles and the calendar switches over to the next year?

There is a fair chance I won't make it to 2026 with how quickly my health is degrading.

At least one day the struggles will be over.
 
I feel kind of bad for Emily/Samantha Prater. One the one hand I don't think she deserves the gaslighting about her being a man to goad her into overreacting with nudes. On the other hand it's also funny that it keeps working. I genuinely empathize both ways. I've run interference for her before, this time it's Trombonista, but I agree that minor temp bans are probably for the best. She should be allowed to post here and maintain contact, I just wish she was a little smarter with all the bait. I'm glad she has some relatively harmless drama in her life to keep her stimulated I guess?

I also wish I could fix those lopsided titties for her. Deepest shrug.
 
I hate my fucking job. Yeah, i know, join the club. I get it. The problem is that it pays pretty well with sick benefits and my boss leaves me alone to do my work. I took this job with the understanding that boss would be leaving in two years and then I'd take up his role. Well it's been two years and he just signed a new contract. FUCK. I work a pretty niche position so it's not like I'm an accountant and can go to a rival firm; there's limited positions in my field and I'd have to move cities and sell my house if I found anything comparable. Goddammit.

On the plus side, it's getting nice out now and the neighborhood kids are outside goofing off and being loud and bless them for it.
 
Mom is now pushing her wheelchair around the yard and trimming grass with a string trimmer. My idiot brother is barely doing anything. I spent a couple hours on a lawn tractor cussing out the fact that they're only one wheel drive. Would it kill them for a limited slip differential. Probably not a problem for people with flat yards. The other problem is the mowing is continuous around here until the grass stops growing in a month or two. The local fire department wants everything trimmed within 100 feet of the buildings.
The plan was to go home this weekend but the weather isn't working out, now maybe Wednesday.
 
Going to do some extra work on removing trees on an old 92-year-old retired marine's property. He is going to pay us first, then head to the gym, like damn. That dude is from the silent generation, not even boomers, and he still works out, and he has a fucking challenge too.
UPDATE: Got done from that job. My fingers are a little gushed out from removing palm bushes and cleaning up the dirt and clay. I didn't wear gloves for the job but I didn't pussy out on an 150 dollar job, and a sense of accomplishment.
 
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I'm on the up, been a while since my relationship ended now and can pretty confidently say I'm over it which is nice, deep cleaning the entire apartment feels good, throwing old shit out feels good. Sure I'm not happy shit's over but I know now it'll be okay and that's the best I think I could ask for given the situation.

That being said, dipping back into the dating pool is probably the most frustrating/annoying thing I've done in a while. I don't drink nor party or anything and being in my 20s, outside of work, it's tough to find people without relying on the horror that is dating apps. It has been beyond irritating & I can't use them more than maybe 10 minutes a day before the incels start making sense.

It's just such a fucking wasteland with copy-pasted white women & entitled sandnigs/blacks.
The latter speaks for itself but the former boils down to: "I love traveling, netflix, wine, shopping and clubbing! NO SHIT! Everyone loves traveling, I'd hate to be the woke-fag in this situation but you're simply privileged enough to be able to do so on a regular basis! All this shit doesn't make up for a personality! Even worse are the ones that don't even bother putting in the most basic info or just "You'll find out". No, I fucking won't, because I don't want to waste my time with a mouthbreather who thinks she's hot shit while being as interesting as a damp dishcloth.
And at first I thought it was just my biases and prejudices making me be put off by those copy paste white women but no! They have exactly nothing interesting to talk about! No personality, no experiences outside of le heccin' travel, nothing! It's like they're fucking soulless husks.
Or the types that are so socially retarded while being grown ass adults they can't hold a conversation if it would save their life. You could give them all the hooks/hints you want but no, in a situation where there's 37 replies that keep it going and 1 that's an immediate sandbag, they'll go for the 1. And I'd get if they wouldn't *want* to talk, but why match in the first place then! Or just unmatch!
I've matched with exactly ONE person worth talking to and we've been having good talks but outside of that nothing!
 
Not too hot.

With the increased work hours and my weekly schedule being booked, I worry I will burn out again. I am admittingly a perfectionist and I have a horrible habit of putting a huge amount of pressure on myself when it comes to people's expectations. Suggestions from others (primarily in the jobcenter and therapists) become orders even if I don't think they are good ideas and I can be incredibly hard on myself. I'd like to perform and become someone productive to society.

I think this leads to my worries at the moment. That and my bad habit of overthinking.

Power level time.
Bach in 2021, around a year before I joined the farms actually, I went through a nervous breakdown to the point where I spent a month in the loony bin. It's been years since then but I still deal with the after effects and with my laundry list of broken brain isms, I am a bit fragile so to say. It was a horrible time. I never wanna go back to that fucking place.

My greatest worry is that I will pressure myself so much that it will happen again and the jobcenter (fuck that place) will make shit worse.

Friends of mine in increasing numbers have retired early due to their bullshit. Part me thinks I'm at that point because I'm a bit fucked in the head. Part of me thinks I need to try harder and I might be fucked but not fucked enough and I can do stuff.
 
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I quit my last job after 2 weeks. Not sure if other veterans can attest to this but I hate these nasty ass fucking civilians so much. They act all passive aggressive and then when you bring the hate on them they flip the fuck out and get you in trouble. 5 days in I got a written reprimand, and at the end of the second week I got so tired of this shit I just walked into the PMs office and tossed them my ID and quit. I should have known something was up earlier when I was dealing with the team lead.

In the interview, they asked me when I had to deal with a difficult customer. I described a time where the user put in for two different account requests at different times, expecting us do to investigative journalism to fix his fucked up paperwork I stated how I put my foot down and gave him instructions despite his anger and I was met with something along the lines of "Thats not a good answer, no is not an answer at this workplace."
She has also done retarded shit like bitch at me while I'm trying to learn about the IT asset management system, or talk about out loud about how she "graduated therapy" and how her mother had her to trap her father into paying child support.

Now I'm looking for a job, and I've gotten about 4 hits so far in the span of 3 days (which is pretty good, I guess.) 1 didn't win their contract and 1 ghosted me upon hearing that I didn't have any Linux experience, but whatever. Probably shouldnt've quit since it seems the job market is fucked, even in the clearance world but from day 3 I was waking up dreading going to work there. Thank god for my VA pension. Going to use my GI bill too for a little extra money and try to shit out my Bachelors as well.

Moral of the story: work Top Secret jobs exclusively to avoid deranged fucks.

In other news I made a stew via crock pot for the first time. Added way too many carrots and potatoes but its pretty good.
 
Not too hot.

With the increased work hours and my weekly schedule being booked, I worry I will burn out again. I am admittingly a perfectionist and I have a horrible habit of putting a huge amount of pressure on myself when it comes to people's expectations. Suggestions from others (primarily in the jobcenter and therapists) become orders even if I don't think they are good ideas and I can be incredibly hard on myself. I'd like to perform and become someone productive to society.

I think this leads to my worries at the moment. That and my bad habit of overthinking.

Power level time.
Bach in 2021, around a year before I joined the farms actually, I went through a nervous breakdown to the point where I spent a month in the loony bin. It's been years since then but I still deal with the after effects and with my laundry list of broken brain isms, I am a bit fragile so to say. It was a horrible time. I never wanna go back to that fucking place.

My greatest worry is that I will pressure myself so much that it will happen again and the jobcenter (fuck that place) will make shit worse.

Friends of mine in increasing numbers have retired early due to their bullshit. Part me thinks I'm at that point because I'm a bit fucked in the head. Part of me thinks I need to try harder and I might be fucked but not fucked enough and I can do stuff.
Are you working with a therapist? Either way, the things in your first paragraph are definitely things to practice really, really hard at getting better at. Because that will help you find the balance as you gradually or continue to become less fragile and more resilient. You already know your thought patterns tend not to be helpful to you - so 1) don't criticize yourself for it, but also 2) work everyday at reducing and getting free of it. For that you've got to replace those defeating thoughts with something else. At first it might just be - "OK, I see what I'm doing here; stop.". And if you have to force your brain to go blank about anything emotional, practice it. I've thought of a white wall at times. As you get stronger and have positive experiences to look at to replace the anxiety or whatever are your habitual and reflexive emotional reactions. At the same time, you can be developing and practicing better actions at work, like asking artful questions if you disagree with something, maybe making a suggestion, just unhooking from your automatic "someone's wish is my order" thinking that brings you tension and fear. Or practicing creating boundaries - in small ways at first, so you can see how that benefits you and makes the work experience more enjoyable. The more you create better experiences and outcomes (both on the job and in your mind), the more control you will have over those unhelpful emotional responses, and you'll be able to spot and re-route them earlier when your pattern is triggered.

Based on what you've said, you're right to be aware you're fragile, so you need both to protect yourself but also to strengthen yourself. Which seems to mean managing your reactive emotions and strengthening your core sense of self.

Fwiw, I have found that practicing meditation - even the most basic, even for seconds at a time at first, makes shutting off runaway thoughts easier in general (being able to blank your mind to stop rumination or fear-based panic or negativity/doubt). And I also, depending on your learning style and where you are in recovering, have recommended two books when needing to rebuild from the ground up: Set Boundaries, Find Peace, by Nedra Glover Tawwab; and The Six Pillars of Self-Esteem, by Nathaniel Branden. In that order. And if you read either one, or others, read slowly, a few pages at a time, take notes, reflect. And if you want the most from the Branden book, the exercises he recommends, though seemingly tedious, are good. It takes months to work through the book that way, but I found it bolt-of-thunder helpful, a gamechanger.

All that said, if you have a suspicious or cynical approach - about life, yourself, or the job center or whatever programs you are in, then I'm not sure that any advice or recommendations will be that useful. Because severe change and rebuilding requires a lot of humility - and yes, I mean another dollop of it even after you've probably had enough for a lifetime in the last 5 years. I understand that. But in my observation and experience, people winding up in a breakdown or just a really bad place often have maybe entirely innocent and well-meant self-conceptions, but those conceptions are just wrong and have to be let go of. And that can be scary, even if you already know that your internal workings (like what you describe in your first paragraph) are not helpful; it's still scary to let them go, maybe even scarier is the deep-down fear that we can't. So I encourage you to keep a very open and forward-facing mind as you continue to come back to life.
 
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I am thankfully currently in therapy, though there's a two or three-week gap between sessions.

I think what might be good for me is to accept that my mental fortitude is not as sturdy as most people's. That however, can be difficult when you've grown up with the mantra that you have to do everything or you can do nothing. It's a very black and white mentality and I certainly don't apply it to others, only myself for some dumb reason.

Usually, my go-to strategy of making myself feel better, and hope the negativity isn't overwhelming, is to distract myself. However I can't play games and draw and fuck around while at the job so meditation sounds like a good method to use.

It might also, hopefully, be helpful whenever distractions just aren't enough.

It's funny that you keep mentioning self-conceptions, because people around me, the other half that doesn't enable my workhorse tendencies, tirelessly tell me that I don't need to posture with anyone, even though I feel like I should but realistically, for whose benefit.

I think it goes hand in hand with learning how to act like a person with boundaries and not an android without any. I suppose I've made steps in the right direction, tiny as they were, with cutting toxic influences out of my private life. But there's a long way to go. Guess the first step comes with believing people who tell me I've changed for the better since the Great Loon Reset of 2021™.

Thank you for the book recommendations. I happen to see local bookstores have them in my country so that's nice.
 
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