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God bless you dude, I hope you can get through it. I know it's sappy, but if you ever need any encouragement or somebody to talk to, i'm here ( and i'm sure other people will be happy to be there for you too ).

Thanks. It'll be four years now. It took time but I'm healing from it. I used to have these distressing dreams about her in the beginning and now when I dream about her they're normal, so that must mean something.
Thanks for that offer, it really means a lot to me. I just get real emotional when it gets closer to July 7th.
 
Thanks. It'll be four years now. It took time but I'm healing from it. I used to have these distressing dreams about her in the beginning and now when I dream about her they're normal, so that must mean something.

I still have dreams of people who have been dead longer than I was alive when they died. They were really upsetting at first. Now, it's just that those people are a part of my mind's landscape and always will be. Now, I realize I'm following not far behind.
 
I still have dreams of people who have been dead longer than I was alive when they died. They were really upsetting at first. Now, it's just that those people are a part of my mind's landscape and always will be. Now, I realize I'm following not far behind.

It's the worst part of the grieving stage in my opinion. This is going to be graphic but at one point I had this dream where she was in the hospital and the skin on her back fell off, it was traumatic for me. I wish I could erase that dream from my memory. I don't think I'll ever forget that one. Or the one where I had a dream where she was saying goodbye to me and my cousins. We were saying we didn't want her to go. She said she had to. It's the only dream I had of her where I woke up crying.

I had to watch a lot of comedy stuff at that time to distract myself. At this point, things feel normal to me but weird at the same time. I can't explain it though, it sounds confusing.
 
Ever since my best friend's sister got murdered back in February of this year I've felt like shit, and I've always forced myself to stay strong for his sake and to hopefully aid in the healing process of it all. It still gets to me cause I've known him and his family for over a decade, and I really care for them all.

But today was really fucked. We were at my parent's place and was having a nice time along with my mom but then my dad had one of his "episodes" and started throwing shit around in the living room. Eventually, we both had to leave even though I wanted to stay and support my mom, just in case things escalated...

I'm used to this happening cause this is far from a one-time thing, but today I was really wishing and hoping for something more positive and it's hard to process without getting pissed off and bitter.
 
Ever since my best friend's sister got murdered back in February of this year I've felt like shit, and I've always forced myself to stay strong for his sake and to hopefully aid in the healing process of it all. It still gets to me cause I've known him and his family for over a decade, and I really care for them all.

But today was really fucked. We were at my parent's place and was having a nice time along with my mom but then my dad had one of his "episodes" and started throwing shit around in the living room. Eventually, we both had to leave even though I wanted to stay and support my mom, just in case things escalated...

I'm used to this happening cause this is far from a one-time thing, but today I was really wishing and hoping for something more positive and it's hard to process without getting pissed off and bitter.

Oh, man. I'm sorry to hear that. I know it's horrible. It's hard but speaking from personal experience, it does slowly get better. It does take time to heal. After a while though, you get back into regular life. TBH you get used to the change, but things feel different. It takes time. You have to remember the memories. That sometimes helps the process.
Is there a way for your family to go to grief counseling? That can also help.
 
Oh, man. I'm sorry to hear that. I know it's horrible. It's hard but speaking from personal experience, it does slowly get better. It does take time to heal. After a while though, you get back into regular life. TBH you get used to the change, but things feel different. It takes time. You have to remember the memories. That sometimes helps the process.
Is there a way for your family to go to grief counseling? That can also help.

Going through an unstable family life during the majority of life means that it eventually became a part of what's seen as "normal". I live by myself nowadays, things will never be like when I used to visit friends back in elementary school; Getting to enjoy that calm, friendly environment with a family where no-one was screaming at each other for no reason and suddenly got angry and started throwing shit around the place. I'm just used to that cause it's been my whole life, but I am doing better for myself. Without going into detail all I can say is that I've struggled with them as much as they've struggled with me, not only with ourselves as a family but also sometimes sticking together in certain situations.

Still sucks that whenever I want to forget about it all stuff comes up where I can't even visit without some outburst or similar. There have been times when it felt like breaking contact with my parents would make sense, but they're my blood and roots and I would hate myself a lot more if I ever did that.

Getting any kind of counseling is what I'd want them to get, but that won't ever happen cause it's met with generic whitewash bullshit excuses every single fucking time.

Edit; Kinda taking over the general thread with posting a lot of RL personal stuff that's bordering to powerleveling rn. Sorry if it's inappropriate.
 
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Jesus fuck, go check out the trending Bieber engagement on Twitter. Never seen a larger gathering of incels.

"She doesn't know all his lyrics, she doesn't buy his merch". Cishet male nerds shitposting on Twitch may be a legit stereotype, but look to any male celeb on social media and you'll find the female opposite. Why would he want to marry an obsessive stalker instead?
 
Just came across a picture of a young Merkel and friends running around naked. If I can figure out how to censor it, I'll upload it here
 
So, here's some shit. I'll try to explain it the best I can.

I picked up the keys to my new apartment this afternoon. I leased it sight unseen, because I procrastinated looking for one and was just desperate to find a one bedroom near campus, and this was my only option that was under $1,500 a month.

So I answered the Craigslist ad about a month ago, and found out it was listed by one of the gigantic, monolithic property management companies in town. Anyone in college knows what I'm talking about.

The guy informs me that the one bedroom I was interested in was located at a complex they recently purchased out of foreclosure that contained only three and four bedroom units. They recently converted the onsite leasing and management office for the complex into a one bedroom unit, and this was the one I would be living in. I was assured everything was brand new, and that it was a good deal with everything I needed. I agreed and signed the lease.

Fast forward to today. I pick up the keys and head over there. I'm greeted by a sign in the parking garage right up front that says "OFFICE PARKING ONLY". I was told that this is my designated spot, and park my UHaul.

I walk toward the sign that says "OFFICE", and turn the corner, thinking surely that they wouldn't have left that particular sign up after they converted it into an apartment.

They did.

I begin unloading my things. About 20 minutes in, a confused guy pokes his head into the apartment. He tells me that he's there to drop-off some keys. I tell him that this is no longer an office, and direct him to the real leasing office across town. Apologetic and slightly embarrassed, he leaves.

As I'm laying down my final boxes, a qt girl knocks on the door. I was hoping she was there to welcome me to the neighborhood, but when I opened the door, she hits me over the head with "Hi, I need to submit a maintenance request."

Keep in mind, this was in ONE HOUR in early July when nobody was there. I can't wait until August when the kids get back and the place fills up. Before I left for the day, I checked the mailbox. It was filled to the brim with commercial junk mail like catalogs for janitorial supplies addressed to the previous owner of the complex.

On the plus side, the apartment is really fucking nice.

I'll keep you guys updated. I'm thinking of playing it like Kramer when he gets confused with MoviePhone.
 
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