I am sorry to hear that.
Looks dangerously comfy, Arcades are something I wish I could have experienced.I just remembered Arcade Odyssey and was reminded of the fact that 2013 was 8 years ago. I would give my left liver and nut just to go play one last time. If only my parents hadn't accepted the job offer that made us move to another state. It was comfy for my introverted ass
Hello Kiwis Blamo is making me feel old
What does that even mean? Even if I remove the pseudoscience aspect of therapists, I fail to see any utility. If you really lack the brain power to process thoughts in your head, why not just talk to a wall? At least it's free.
They weren't a thing here as far as I know. I don't like speaking about where I am from, but after socialism collapsed I certainly had a really eccletic place to grow up in. I think I will be able to blame my weird tastes on more than just my age. If I was saying, I remember when they installed landline phones and sewer connections to private houses I would sound like I was 80. lol
Thinking you know everything and understand everything is peak Dunning-Kreuger. You sound like a lolcow.
Lmao. That's why I'm asking what the point of therapy is. If it's not because people believe in pesudoscience or that people could get the same utility from talking to a wall, I wanna know what the point is.
The point....sometimes the only point is to provide a person that will at least pretend to listen to what another person has going on. The person venting can feel that he's not totally alone with his ideas. That can be a huge help.
I always liked urban design and industrial engineering and stuff; having strong opinions on road accoutrements and what colours and how luminous buttons should be and stuff. It's only ever been used against me. It's always fun to do, but ends in ruin every time.
I abandonned my family and hometown for a paycheck in the military, and don't have a girl (or boy) friend let alone kids. And art is useless, it's just another attack surface. I don't like drawing or playing instruments anyway.
But I'm still a loser, and one worth making fun of on a vietnamese novelty suit emporium. If anything, that I was ever such a loser taints anything I do now. Everyone else was never a loser.
The first one is no worse than any other shot, the second will leave you feeling like a recovering crackhead but only for a day or so
Ok, so it's for people that one, are egotistical to the point that they want others to acknowledge their worthless thoughts, and two, are such losers that they have no real friends or family that they can dump their ideas upon?
It is fundamentally sad to pay someone to pretend to care. I don't care what others do. To me, it feels like therapists take advantage of vulnerable people. To squeeze money out of them for "help". Which is disgusting.
I got no real friends and my family is more or less something I do not speak with. Because I don’t want to.
That is a shitty feel for sure. Real friends are rare, most people especially in the millennial and zoomer age bracket just hang out at best and drop each other if it actually means taking the relationship seriously.
Cope. Sounds like I struck a nerve. Normal people are charismatic enough that people want to naturally befriend them. I dick around with whomever wants to be my friend and those that stick around tend to not care what I say; because they actually like me. There's no frustration lol.
