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First of all, I explained to my aunt how online catfishing works nowadays so she has more knowledge to protect herself. She left the hospital much better compared to when I took her to the ER.

I’m home from visiting her now and honestly guys, my experiences of driving through Ohio has always been boring but this time it was so windy I was fearful of passing semi-trucks.

My cat was happy I made it home too.
 
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A little bit of caffiene makes almost all OTC pain meds work better and faster imo. It's a real thing- that's why a lot of OTC migraine/headache relief includes it. I'm talking a cup of black tea or a small cup of coffee, not an energy drink. Might not be the wisest decision right now depending on your time zone though.....

A little bit of sugar also makes it kick in faster, totally anecdotely.


Gahhh I have such a craving for fast food...
 
A little bit of caffiene makes almost all OTC pain meds work better and faster imo. It's a real thing- that's why a lot of OTC migraine/headache relief includes it. I'm talking a cup of black tea or a small cup of coffee, not an energy drink. Might not be the wisest decision right now depending on your time zone though.....

A little bit of sugar also makes it kick in faster, totally anecdotely.


Gahhh I have such a craving for fast food...
i was thinking about having myself a cheeky little chai actually. but now it's 8 pm :(
 
Update: Remember my comic zine that I printed physically to sell? Well I sold out most of my remaining stock two days ago. About seven or eight sales in one day. I am very happy about that. Now time to work on school projects and my comics! Keep working hard Kiwis!
 
I took this upcoming week off to just relax a little bit, I'm so tired from everything, all the stress of my retarded boss (although she's been more tolerable lately). I just want to play games with my little buddy.
That said, I had an interview on Friday and another one coming up on Monday. I really hope one of these jobs pulls through.
 
Left my job due to coming down with a million different ailments/diseases. Felt like shit for a good bit, but I'm getting a good medical pension out of it so with that + the new job I have due to connections from the last job, I'll be a freak of nature for my age in terms of income. Now I just need to find hobbies besides the internet to spend it on.
Any suggestions? I have half a mind to run a magnet through my computer but I know I'd just spend the time on my phone anyway like a gimp.
 
Left my job due to coming down with a million different ailments/diseases. Felt like shit for a good bit, but I'm getting a good medical pension out of it so with that + the new job I have due to connections from the last job, I'll be a freak of nature for my age in terms of income. Now I just need to find hobbies besides the internet to spend it on.
Any suggestions? I have half a mind to run a magnet through my computer but I know I'd just spend the time on my phone anyway like a gimp.
Walks, reading, puzzles, video games, interpretive dance, knitting, bowling, golf, painting, pottery, woodworking, wood carving, home repairs and renovations?
 
Plotting how to stop taking my meds because I don't like how I feel on them. Almost 2 weeks on clopixol, epival and other shit has me tired and losing all fun I had shitposting. All I feel is tired and sleepy. I've cut first gen anti psychotics pretty easily in the past, only SNRIs have been hell for me to quit. The doctors I've had are fucking retarded and I got to play along. I don't have bipolar I just am sensitive to bullshit in the news that makes me sad or angry every 2 weeks. I need to spend some time interacting with people IRL but all I see are people with emotions that are hardly recognizing for me.

All therapy has done is make me spin my wheels and waste time while I further become angrier. It never works talking about my problems with them because I get better advice from random autists.

All being in the hospital has done is make me become a made man and now the glowies are so bright they speak small talk to me and drop the fucking charade.
 
Trying to write a science fiction story to turn into a game and start by throwing out short blurbs into a timeline to give context to the story.

Google docs cant do a bulletin list right.
Microsoft word cant do a bulletin list right.
Libreoffice is terrible to use in general.
Kiwifarms can't do a bulletin list right.

I am forced to use fucking notepad of all things because it doesn't try to autoformat everything and it makes me MATI.

All I want is "highlight text"
"press bullet list button"
*BOOM*
That's a bulletin item just like it used to work in older versions of Office.

None of this "Highlight text"
"press bullet list button"
*BOOM*
Bulletins the last several paragraphs/bulletin items together and the number is at the top of the fucking page
This includes the title of the document for some reason. Autism.

I have never had this issue in Word. Are you using soft returns (shift-enter) between lines/paragraphs, rather than hard returns (enter), for some reason?

Another option is to format a line as a bulleted list before typing the text you want bulleted. Each time you hit return you'll have a new bullet (bc it sets up as a list), but if you backspace or return you'll be out of the bulleted list. (But if my next point is accurate, that won't help: )

I'm also wondering if whatever style you're using for the text (I'm assuming you're just putting everything in Normal and manually formatting?) you have a box checked in the properties for that style that applies any changes to all instances of that style.

I recommend getting good at using Styles in Word. Your title should have different properties than basic paragraph text or headings/subheadings. Every new doc in Word comes with a set of built-in styles, which you can tweak to your liking, or even create a template for other docs to use instead of the default. Using styles for headings also allows you to collapse and expand sections, and to make changes across every instance of that type/level of text in one update to the style.

But even if using basic default paragraph or Normal text, clicking the bullet button when you have highlighted text shouldn't change other text, unless, as noted above, you're not hitting enter after each separate paragraph/ heading/ etc., or youre using all the same type of text (style) and have a box checked to update the style everywhere each time you format some text.
 
Plotting how to stop taking my meds because I don't like how I feel on them. Almost 2 weeks on clopixol, epival and other shit has me tired and losing all fun I had shitposting. All I feel is tired and sleepy. I've cut first gen anti psychotics pretty easily in the past, only SNRIs have been hell for me to quit. The doctors I've had are fucking retarded and I got to play along. I don't have bipolar I just am sensitive to bullshit in the news that makes me sad or angry every 2 weeks. I need to spend some time interacting with people IRL but all I see are people with emotions that are hardly recognizing for me.

All therapy has done is make me spin my wheels and waste time while I further become angrier. It never works talking about my problems with them because I get better advice from random autists.

All being in the hospital has done is make me become a made man and now the glowies are so bright they speak small talk to me and drop the fucking charade.
I'm a random autist and my knee-jerk recommendation is that you find a strongly motivating external thing, i.e. a job or social club, etc, that makes you want to be reliable and stable. Talk style therapy really isn't good for all things. I would suggest The Daily Stoic/stoic texts and DBT self-help workbooks as well as "clean" lifestyles i.e. avoiding too much screen time, junk food. An exercise program can do a lot of good. Think about it- how could being in really good shape make your life any worse?

You were literally just posting about having seizures because of your meds, so try not to do anything dumb even if you don't want to be on them anymore.

The good thing about emotional instability type issues (uh, in men at least, but in women too to some extent) is that they tend to improve over your 20s and 30s. People's personalities smooth out over time like rocks being worn smooth in a river. Unless you do crack or meth or become a problem drinker, in which case your brain rots.


My shitty boss has such a shitty personality. I want to quit soon but my life circumstances make that sort of complicated. He wasn't scheduled today. He literally came to work to steal. In every sense of the word. He clocked in, then immediately started cooking in stations I already had cleaned and closed down, cooking food meant for the menu, for his personal use. It's one thing to make yourself a PB&J, or to test a recipe by making just enough for staff. But we're talking he's cooking a pound of bacon, a bunch of produce, maybe 30 dollars of food- for no reason besides he can. And he's doing it on the clock.

And then we get a special order in while my hands are clearly full, and this man wouldn't even set down his own personal work to do it.

He was not even scheduled. He tells people that he "had to come in to help me!!!" But he literally only made a mess.

Finally, he asked if I could cover some shifts. I said what times? He just said, some shifts. I said, I cannot cover shifts without knowing what times and days. He made this into a big thing. "So you aren't reliable?" I'm NOT on call. I'm scheduled 45hrs a week but usually work 60. Everyone knows I'm the MOST reliable in this kitchen. But I'm NOT on call and I'm NOT telepathic. If you need to me cover shifts, fucking schedule it. This isn't call-outs, one of the staff is having custody problems and needs to start picking up her kids from school. Not an issue- if he changes my schedule. But he wouldn't tell me the days or times. He wanted me to agree to work "just whenever." It doesn't work like that.

If he really wants to take home food like that, he should do what I've wanted for ages and formalize a family meal i.e. staff meal. But that would involve sharing and he's just a stupid n--

I feel much better now. One of my coworkers who was also there today called me after we both got home to say, "That was insane right? We agree that was insane?"
 
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Spent the day surf fishing and jigging for flounder. Didn't take anything home, but I had a few good fights and a good time regardless. I have a feeling that my chosen rod/reel setup is a bit light for the surf here.
 
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Kiwilads, already posted a couple days ago but I'll keep it short.

I have achieved the greatest clarity and self-love I have (n)ever achieved in my entire life. I know what I want to do with my life now. I'm okay with myself. I'm so grateful I finally got to a place where I thought I wanted to be only to look around and realize it wasn't for me. I know I might never have that big house or the social approval I convinced myself of needing. But I don't need it anymore. I don't want a whole lot out of life. But I at least know what I want. It might take a while to see results from it. It might not ever reward me in the ways society deems acceptable and worthwhile. But I know now what I want my life to be. And that's the greatest gift I could ask for.
I know I'll hit a lot of bumps along the way, but I think I can handle it a lot more now.
Thank you everyone for your help through everything.
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I'm the happiest I've been in my entire fucking life.
And not a single thing has changed, except me.
 
PTSD fucking sucks. Continuous traumatic stress fucking sucks. Unpacking decades of trauma/abuse/neglect fucking sucks. Trying to unlearn maladaptive coping mechanisms and responses when you can't reasonably disengage from the environment that fostered them is fucking maddening.

I need to find a support group or something, I've completely given up on the idea of people "getting it" unless they've lived it, and even then my situation is so unique and retarded that I have my doubts.

I'm stuck in the gayest retarded limbo between tearing down the walls I put up to be able to fake my way through adult life, and actually really healing enough to integrate into society meaningfully without falling apart, and the in between is actual hell.
 
PTSD fucking sucks.
Understatement of the year, my brother in Christ.
I need to find a support group or something, I've completely given up on the idea of people "getting it" unless they've lived it, and even then my situation is so unique and retarded that I have my doubts.
I’ve looked, it’s such an unfilled void. I’m wondering if PTSD sufferers are too triggered by each other’s experiences to come together. I know the idea of discussing it terrifies me, but it also seems like a thing we need.

I’d offer you a hug if I could.
 
My shitty boss has such a shitty personality
Management types are some of the worst people to exist. I hate them, but I don't want to fedpost.

Massive storm blew through my area last night. No major damage or loss of life (that I know of) but the power has been out for most of the day.
Power outages are the worst. Piece of advice for others reading this, keep a big power bank charged up, so in case of outages, you can at least keep your cell phone going for a while.
 
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