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Yesterday was pretty awful. Went to a family friend’s wake, I don’t think I’ll be forgetting anytime soon the way his widow looked me straight in the eyes, on the verge of tears, repeating “it’s hard. it’s just so hard.” before she grabbed me and rocked from side to side.

Then later I confessed to a good friend of mine that I liked him and was met with deafening silence.

It was then that I truly felt a fraction of the hopelessness and desperation that I had heard in the widow’s voice hours earlier.
 
I was informed that I'm to work with an individual whom I despise for the rest of the week. He's a slimy scumfuck to say the least. My boss overlooks all his bullshit because he's desperate to get a particular pet project completed. I'm not pleased to say the least, and I'm going to have a chat with my boss at the end of the week. I feel dirty as hell associating with this fucker in any capacity.
 
Today my application to enroll in a course I've been on the waitlist for a year and a half was approved. I'm ambivalent. Yes, the waitlist was long and the course hard to get into but it ultimately means that I'm no longer a lab tech. I've defined myself in terms of my profession for twenty years, even if the past five of it was just cope on my part because I was actually on a pension. Now I'm no longer a lab tech. I'm not even a lab tech on a pension, I'm a student. And if the study goes well I'll have an entirely different career, provided I can convince TPTB to let me return to full time work afterwards. It's... weird. It feels like being made to wear a uniform that doesn't fit properly, but knowing that you're stuck with it for the duration. 😕
 
My sleep schedule has been completely fucked for over two weeks. Also I've started smoking again, after quiting like a month ago, because I've been feeling pretty low overall recently. Sucks, guess I'll try again some other time.
Don't sweat it. I can't count the number of times I quit before it finally stuck. Don't beat yourself up about it and don't feel guilty when you smoke. Once I stopped thinking I "failed" at quitting or looking at it as "I started smoking again" every time I bummed a smoke or bought a pack it helped a lot. I also stopped trying to fool myself into thinking "I never want to smoke again and I never will!" Nah, I want to smoke all the damn time, but I'm not going to. Haven't bought a pack since February, smoked here and there, still get cravings, but haven't gone back. Gotta live in the moment instead of living for the next smoke break.

Had a really good date tonight with the nice guy I started seeing a few months ago. Breaking news: he's still nice. I was having a really shit day after hearing from my ex yesterday, having a massive panic attack as a result and then the worst sleep in months, full of fucked up nightmares. I feel much better after a fun night out and a good Greek dinner. I have to be up in like 5 hours but I hope the little sleep I get will be decent.
 
Pic describes how I'm feeling about some drama not even me started, in another thread here. It's perfectly okay for others to group up on an verbally attack me. But the moment I say anything in my defence, I'm the MATI one.
All because I did say something was abstract, about a project about dementia. Such a grave sin.
Like, relax,
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a little better since the last few times i posted on here, payday's tonight should be getting a nice juicy overtime bonus given that night shift i pulled last week. most people take overtime when they can because they stuggle to make ends meet as it is, i took it and can use it to reward myself how I want.


Thinking of checking out a spirit Halloween store this weekend. Wished i had known they were open since august though, I'm a month late...well they're still bound to have some cool stuff left right?
 
I've been having intense, intrusive dreams about an ex gf, the kind of dreams where I wake up in a real fucked up mood. The intensity of the dreams is such that, even though the probability is slim to nil, I have to wonder if maybe she's having dreams about me too. I just don't like it, my conscious mind would never play dirty little tricks like that.
 
I cut down a propaganda sheet (pretty big one in fabric), that was fastened with zip ties. Beside my gym. Just «Take vaccine, idiot». Pretty harmless, but I don’t like littering either. And that’s littering.
I took that fucker down with a scissor and threw it in a thrift store bin. Which is so expensive that it’s cheaper to buy something new. So fuck them, no mercy.

Hurray! I did a good deed today!:)
 
I cut down a propaganda sheet (pretty big one in fabric), that was fastened with zip ties. Beside my gym. Just «Take vaccine, idiot». Pretty harmless, but I don’t like littering either. And that’s littering.
I took that fucker down with a scissor and threw it in a thrift store bin. Which is so expensive that it’s cheaper to buy something new. So fuck them, no mercy.

Hurray! I did a good deed today!:)
Be glad they weren't advertising furry porn. It's one thing to post a propaganda sheet, it's completely different to post an image of an anthropomorphic rabbit with tits posted on electrical boxes on the street.
 
I have been off Flintstones multivitamins for about 2 months now. I would say, I'm stoic about the whole situation.

Alright, hear me out... there's a man in a truck, he's Jewish. Five guys outside all with unique distinct personalities. In a fast-food restaurant.

It's a podcast and a porn set. Called Town Of Cum.
So the idea is we discussed politics and philosophy while having sex with bum ass drug addict women.

We are also a Metal Punk band while this is going on.

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I'm a graphic designer by trade.

If you are interested, you can message me. the thing is... I recommend being familiar with Adam Sandler's catalog of motion pictures.
 
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