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I saw a white hair pop up in my head. Seeing the genetics from my father and how much we are physically similar, I will have to deal with the fact that I will have totally white hair by the time I'm forty. Cool stuff. If it's good enough for Frank Drebin, I guess it's good enough for me. And don't call me Shirley.
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I Love Airplane!. sequel was meh. Just be happy you have hair. At my age my father was fucking bald, I'm basically his clone but somehow much much taller. I have haven't done shit but maybe put a little to much moisturizer/conditioner in hair over the years, you really hate it you can just dye it at home and nobody will know. Men's hair dye is cheap like $8 a box. Don't worry about it.


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I am fucking exhausted with work. I do not get paid by the hour, I get paid by the results I produce so I chug my caffeine and handle shit that needs to be handled. I will not complain money is money and I can retire early but I was put on this Earth to help people and solve problems.
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Left a Discord server because of a political argument. I'd already planned on leaving, the argument was just the straw that broke the camel's back. I'm enjoying not having to step on eggshells around dipshits anymore.
I know the feeling. And it was you who were suffering the most as well - while the other party probably didn't care one bit about your own opinions. Believe me, you'll be thanking yourself for this in a few months.
 
I was angry and irritated and disgusted for the rest of the day and just flatout blocked her number after that. Pressure and guilt be damnded.
Think the emotional residue for this triggered something because I ended up in a stupid argument with someone and I have this awful habit of falling into a bad feedback loop of extreme self-deprecation, often calling myself every word in the book and justifying why horrible things should happen to me. It's nonsensical and stupid but it's my worst habit when I'm a bit overwrought emotionally and feel guilty for coming at odds with people.

Negative self-talk, the shrinks call it.

Also my headphones broke as did my spares.

Man, today has been fucked.
 
My wife may just have the worst taste in interior design ever. If it were up to here, everything would we white. White walls, white furnishings, no paintings or pictures on the wall, strictly utilitarian in style.

I told her only normie niggers and 80 IQ spastics prefer that, and not having a sense of style shouldn't be confused with preferring... void. In some words.

What a retarded thing to complain about, but I really don't understand that kind of preference. I'll be going ahead with other arrangements anyway, because it's my fucking house.
 
You see this from the "anti homeless" side for lack of a better term. "Meh they should get a job. Why don't they get a job?"

When the issue is, as you mentioned, severe mental illness and addiction. Indeed it would just be best to throw them into a mental facility and at the very least either keep them there for their own and everyone else's safety or try to make them functional enough to roam society unsupervised.
Absolutely! The volunteer work I did actually tried to help homeless people get jobs. Many of them would end up fired or quitting with a week or a month at the longest. They didn't want jobs, but more handouts. I only ever remember one guy who was a rare good homeless person that down on his luck. He not only got a job, but held and improved his life. I was genuinely happy for him too. Sadly, he was the outlier, not the rule.
 
Kill fruit flies, behead fruit flies, torch fruit flies with a flame thrower. I know my girlfriend is a very smart woman but sometimes... she was baking a couple of days ago and used lemon zest, left said lemon out BEHIND the fruit basket, wedged in a corner almost out of sight, with 30°C outside. Now the kitchen is swarming with these little fuckers, already starting to colonize stuff in my cupboards.

Finally had the painter here today because of the reoccuring mold problem, he checked everything out, wallpaper on one side needs to be taken off completely because there's most likely mold behind it and he's gonna paint the whole hallway with mold-resistant colour instead of just the affected wall, so "that he can also earn", in his words. Told him he can do the whole place if he wants as long as my landlord is footing the bill (which he is), i wouldn't complain. Good man.
 
My wife may just have the worst taste in interior design ever. If it were up to here, everything would we white. White walls, white furnishings, no paintings or pictures on the wall, strictly utilitarian in style.

I told her only normie niggers and 80 IQ spastics prefer that, and not having a sense of style shouldn't be confused with preferring... void. In some words.

What a retarded thing to complain about, but I really don't understand that kind of preference. I'll be going ahead with other arrangements anyway, because it's my fucking house.
You were fortunate enough to not be raised by hoarders. The pendulum swings to the other side. Now I'm happy when things look like a classic car paint job -- one to two flat colors with defined hard edges/borders and no gradient. Orthogonal, modular geometry. Boxes, shelves, wide open spaces and flat surfaces. I'll take boring over chaos any day.
 
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I have a minor sports injury and a crazy doctor who overhyped it and got me like six Percocet. I took one and the hit off a joint, and let me tell you: Misery. I have puked. My stomach burns. The most pleasant part of this drug binge has been the famotidine and Zofran.

And apparently I am getting too skinny. If I cut back on weed, I have to pick up on exercise or I feel like crap. Pick a lane. I'm not going to therapy.

The only good thing about the Percocet is it distracts me enough from the pain to stretch out and relax so I can move better.
 
I have a minor sports injury and a crazy doctor who overhyped it and got me like six Percocet. I took one and the hit off a joint, and let me tell you: Misery. I have puked. My stomach burns. The most pleasant part of this drug binge has been the famotidine and Zofran.
Yeah, sometimes opioids hit you like that if you combine them with other drugs. Was never big into it but i dropped a Tilidine once (US brandname Valoron according to Wikipedia) and had the smart idea to have a beer with it. Lips turned blue, got the shivers, puked and had to ride that shit out for ~4 hours. Don't think it was an overdose, did the same amount before with no ill effects and that shit in pillform comes pre-mixed with Naloxone (50mg:4mg ratio) to prevent overdoses/abuse anyways.
Feels like I just don't fit in no matter where I go and everyone has some kind of secret to it that I don't know about.
Highschool just never ends, fella. I know that feel.
 
Dot or woo-woo?
Cracked up at that :story: Come to think of it, we had a huge influx of indians in the last couple of years but i haven't seen any with the red dot applied in forever. I know i am not confusing them with pakis as indians still wear stuff like saris and such and pakis go for a more western style or the full muslim regalia (that dress that looks like the men are wearing skirts).
 
Not well.

Been outwardly calm but internally, it's a shitshow. Aside from that negative feedback loop, I've been in a highly irrational loop where I feel like going on an autistic skitzocow freakout and burn all bridges by starting fights and being a complete mentally unstable sperg when not wanting to vent for hours on end. I suppose you could call this attention/comfort seeking behavior.

I have done none of the above but my brain is begging me to do it and be absolutely schizoid.

On top of that I can't concentrate on anything and just feel miserably tear-prone - if not considering falling into a very bad habit I dropped ages ago. I almost fucked up my tuna salad too.

I got invited to a birthday party as well and I really don't feel like going. I figured out transport because it's the middle of buttfuck nowhere but I'm a homebody really. The method of transport is leaving me needlessly stressed though.

ETA: I feel better but not quite. No destructive urges, just sadness. Sometimes it'd be nice to have someone nearby I could call for some hugs and comfort.

I should get my vitamin D levels checked and hear the shrink if it's the "Quiet BPD" that was mentioned to me, tism acting up or some sort of depressive episode beginning.

No antidepressants though. I'd like not to gain weight.
 
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Dot or woo-woo?
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I've said it before but how the fuck do you hire people who can't speak English properly at a LANGUAGE COMPANY? Sure, they're not the ones doing linguistic work, just contacting external resources and sending/receiving files, etc, but god damn you should at least be fluent in English. Why the fuck do I have to explain things to you like you're an 8 year old?
 
Not well.

Been outwardly calm but internally, it's a shitshow. Aside from that negative feedback loop, I've been in a highly irrational loop where I feel like going on an autistic skitzocow freakout and burn all bridges by starting fights and being a complete mentally unstable sperg when not wanting to vent for hours on end. I suppose you could call this attention/comfort seeking behavior.

I have done none of the above but my brain is begging me to do it and be absolutely schizoid.

On top of that I can't concentrate on anything and just feel miserably tear-prone - if not considering falling into a very bad habit I dropped ages ago. I almost fucked up my tuna salad too.

I got invited to a birthday party as well and I really don't feel like going. I figured out transport because it's the middle of buttfuck nowhere but I'm a homebody really. The method of transport is leaving me needlessly stressed though.

ETA: I feel better but not quite. No destructive urges, just sadness. Sometimes it'd be nice to have someone nearby I could call for some hugs and comfort.

I should get my vitamin D levels checked and hear the shrink if it's the "Quiet BPD" that was mentioned to me, tism acting up or some sort of depressive episode beginning.

No antidepressants though. I'd like not to gain weight.
Do you feel like you constantly get hyper-fixated on shit?
 
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