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Had to make the call to put my dog down, it wasn’t even his time. He went crazy, lost his mind and for days was just feral, hurting his sister and screeching. It had to end. He’d always had brain issues and had been losing his mind for awhile.

I’d never had a dog before and he was my pal, he played fetch, climbed on my shoulder, his favorite toys were springs, he talked back when I talked to him and his only goal in life was to be man’s best friend.
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This was Flash, he wasn’t born a dog but that wasn’t gonna stop him from fetching, chasing and being a good boy.

So, in a word, I feel like shit
 
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Slept like shit because memories of my grandfather and what he did came flooding back thanks to my last post from yesterday, had a night terror that made me shoot up in bed, adrenaline pumping like mad, haven't had that in years. Dreamt my brother falling down some stairs and hurting himself in a really bad way and me crying. I'm not putting much weight on anything dream related usually but i already contacted him and told him to be careful when going down stairs today. Hope i can go back to sleep again in a couple of hours, i'm wide awake but completely frazzled. Actually went to my emergency stash and took some valium because i'm so fucking rattled (only using that for real emergencies, i'm not stupid enough to abuse benzos).
Had to make the call to put my dog down, it wasn’t even his time. He went crazy, lost his mind and for days was just feral, hurting his sister and screeching. It had to end. He’d always had brain issues and had been losing his mind for awhile.

I’d never had a dog before and he was my pal, he played fetch, climbed on my shoulder, his favorite toys were springs, he talked back when I talked to him and his only goal in life was to be man’s best friend.
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This was Flash, he wasn’t born a dog but that wasn’t gonna stop him from fetching, chasing and being a good boy.

So, in a word, I feel like shit
My condolences, i know how much this sucks :(
 
Hard feels. Only person at whose funeral i didn't shed a single tear at and, sad as it is to say, i have been to way too many funerals for a guy of my age. I made it a point of going in the funeral home's showing room where his corpse was laying up until an hour before he got buried. Fucking hated seeing my uncles and aunts, as well as my mother, crying over him, at least my mother confessed to me she wasn't crying over him being dead. Typing this i realize how much vitriol i still have for this man. The most personal thing i ever shared on here, i am sorry.
I'm very sorry about that. I know how it is, I took care of my grandfather for a considerable while, I think he softened his stance on many things. I will admit I miss certain aspects of him, but I definitely don't miss him in the overall sense. My life is better without him, especially considering with how my mindset is going and how much help he needed.

It hurts, but I must be honest with myself.
Slept like shit because memories of my grandfather and what he did came flooding back thanks to my last post from yesterday, had a night terror that made me shoot up in bed, adrenaline pumping like mad, haven't had that in years. Dreamt my brother falling down some stairs and hurting himself in a really bad way and me crying. I'm not putting much weight on anything dream related usually but i already contacted him and told him to be careful when going down stairs today. Hope i can go back to sleep again in a couple of hours, i'm wide awake but completely frazzled. Actually went to my emergency stash and took some valium because i'm so fucking rattled (only using that for real emergencies, i'm not stupid enough to abuse benzos).
Damn, fuck...
 
life has been going like shit.

my dad recently got a strange illness and he doesn't know where he is. im tired of working this dead-end job as a doctor in dire dawa. i get paid next to nothing. it's like $1500 a year. i decided to maybe tone down the transphobia so i could make some friends online, but i know nearly nobody who lives in dire dawa. is it because i'm biracial? i feel like an immigrant in my own country. online friends are generally sociopaths who seem nice on the surface but will turn on you if they discover anything bad. i had a panic attack and never truly recovered. it's my quarter life existential crisis, i worry about nothingness. khat barely makes the pain go away for just an hour.
 
Does anyone have examples of famous men with PTSD/trauma-induced illnesses who recover AND never [...] became alcoholics/cheaters?
Not me.
I just always think, well you just got too old to be so bad. Time passed and your emotions became easier to handle as you settled down. But I'm a young man and I get stronger every year, and I'm terrified of how these guys all seem to have spent their late 20s and 30s.
I think it's moreso that it just takes that long to get in a stable enough position to be able to safely unpack it all. You repress it all in order to do what you have to to escape, and then keeping your head above water becomes contingent on continuing to repress it all. The world isn't kind to anybody, but God forbid you need a break to sort yourself out or you're fucked. If you have a support network you can sometimes swing it, but if your whole problem stems from being neglected and abused by the people who you're supposed to be able to rely on, you are absolutely fucked. There's no option, you just keep going until you either buy yourself enough time to break down, or break down anyway.
 
My mom is having a nice 95th birthday watching 15 year old Wipeout! reruns. I hope that I can have as many of my faculties at 95 as she has. Birthday cupcakes later.

My new new knee is healing well. As I’m no longer twisted to the left I can stand up straight and only limp a little. Hijinks in the hospital included peeing the bed on my way to my room, having a little brownout standing up for PT that freaked the therapist who called a code of sorts and gained me a heart monitor (all good) and involuntary fasting because their food was inedible. Let’s not have another operation of any kind for a very long time🧁
 
I've come to really enjoy doing Ethan Ralph impressions about mundane things while being at home. Maybe it's autism, but I don't really care if you wanna know the troof about it.
Responding to things (namely my dog) in my finest Patrick S. Tomlinson vernacular is addictive enough that I’m pretty sure I’ve done it out in public.
 
Slept like shit because memories of my grandfather and what he did came flooding back thanks to my last post from yesterday, had a night terror that made me shoot up in bed, adrenaline pumping like mad, haven't had that in years. Dreamt my brother falling down some stairs and hurting himself in a really bad way and me crying. I'm not putting much weight on anything dream related usually but i already contacted him and told him to be careful when going down stairs today. Hope i can go back to sleep again in a couple of hours, i'm wide awake but completely frazzled. Actually went to my emergency stash and took some valium because i'm so fucking rattled (only using that for real emergencies, i'm not stupid enough to abuse benzos).

My condolences, i know how much this sucks :(
My grandfather's dying but he's a manipulative bastard. What I hate most is I'm supposed to pretend I have all these great memories at his house growing up since I spent so much time there, I do remember some when I was very young but not many past 7 or 8, Family pressured me to live close to him after graduating school, and I'm not allowed to complain about my job or where I live even a normal amount. I've worked one related to my field which was evil and left a few people with lifelong health impacts, and I'm supposed to just pretend to be the happiest person alive or else they get upset.
 
My grandfather's dying but he's a manipulative bastard. What I hate most is I'm supposed to pretend I have all these great memories at his house growing up since I spent so much time there, I do remember some when I was very young but not many past 7 or 8, Family pressured me to live close to him after graduating school, and I'm not allowed to complain about my job or where I live even a normal amount. I've worked one related to my field which was evil and left a few people with lifelong health impacts, and I'm supposed to just pretend to be the happiest person alive or else they get upset.
Mine just really couldn't stand it when people were happy. And he always, always, was mean and violent to the smallest and weakest members of my family, meaning the kids most of the time. I didn't take his shit even as a kid, no matter if i got beatings for it, my mother, his favourite child out of four, was much the same.
My kid brother is significantly younger than me and i remember one of my grandpa's birthdays were he was exceptionally cuntish even by his standards and he was trying it on with my brother, who was around five years old at the time, and i just completely lost it, shouting at him at the top of my lungs to quit his shit and to never, ever do that again with my brother, didn't even care if the other patrons of the restaurant we were at were disturbed by this. Afterwards my family looked at me like i was the bad guy, what a fucking joke.
This man also had the nerve to call me from his deathbed (he never called for birthdays or anything and ruined more than one by just being there) and try to give me some grandfatherly advice, i didn't even know he was dying and already at the hospital, and i was like "Aight, catch ya later man" and hung up after not even five minutes, not a single regret about that. I found out much later, long after he had died and through my step-father, of all people, that he used to beat my grandmother. I guess my mother never told me (i confronted her with this, of course) because she knew i would've most likely killed my grandfather for this.

Ahhh, what fantastic memories i have of this dude... Last thing to add, he was very, very manipulative, too and also a smart and educated man, he loved to talk and could put on a great facade for non-family people, to the point that my mother told me that her school mates always said "I wish i had a father like yours".
 
I got the place to myself for a couple days so I took the opportunity to try going on a diet.

It didn't go well.

But now I have a better baseline for when I'm in a hotel room for a month with full control over what I bring into it (and a full continental breakfast and possibly some team event days)
 
Fellow married guys, homeowners, I need some advice.

I used to be a big reader and writer, it's what I even did for a job at one point. Basically I was always around books, and read about 200 per year. That was how life was from 18 to 30 or so.

Know how many books I've read this year? 0. None whatsoever. I started one a few months back, I'm maybe 20 pages in. It lies on my bedside table gathering dust lol.

Thing is, I just can't seem to find the mental energy to read these days. If I'm not doing 'outdoor' stuff or in the gym, I'm working on my house or doing stuff with the wife. By the time I get in bed, I'm just so fucking beat up I can't imagine doing some reading.

I miss it so much, but it's definitely something you need to get into a routine for.

For arguments sake, I am excluding any 'reading' I do in Wikipedia or other websites, news article, etc. Just physical books is my reference.
I relate strongly. Audio books are the only thing that keep me from going full dull boy.

I think they count, as long as they're good ones. If you have a long commute, you can make it mentally productive.
 
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Went out for a birthday lunch and there was a huge-ass family outing there. It broke me in three ways:
- They talked and had discussions. We always just eat quietly or make an offhanded comment.
- Most of them looked 28-34 and had 1-2 kids, reminding me how old I am and how late it is to get kids.
- They all had huge cars and the dudes wore business formal with leather shoes to this family outing, which is gassy as hell to do but still, probably had great jobs. And I don't.

I wouldn't want any of that except maybe kids but man. Fuck me.
 
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🙏 My apologies this limbo I am trapped in won't give me any time to sit down and respond, I appreciate the advice. I have read your messages on moving countries. I think at some point in my future I will have to move to a forgotten hill in Estonia or something like that and hide away, but for now I can't really leave my family or animals, and I don't have a lot of money to work with. I know Dorothy said it's possible, but would you not always feel like you don't belong?

And if you don't have a pension then how do you ever stop working?

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I've been thinking of ♾️infinity and eternity🌌 a lot lately and I have been wondering if there really is any difference between temporal and forever from our mortal perspectives.

For instance, there are 52 weeks in a year. There are 5 work days a week. That is 260 work days a year if you don't have any time off (or include the odd public holiday).

A decade is 2600 days of work. If you start working at the page of 20 and are able to retire at age 65 then that is 11700 days of work.

Can you even comprehend that number? Doing the same routine that many times? It's a loop that repeats without any breaks or pauses.

Looking into the rest of our lives from this point, what is the difference between thousands of work days and an infinite number of work days? What is the difference between the mortal world and purgatory or hell? You wouldn't know you are in an infinite loop, and therefore in some kind of limbo, until many decades had past. I won't know for sure for another 3 decades when I get to the point the loop is meant to finish (if the age of retirement doesn't go up, which it will, and if retirement even exists in the ruins of civilization that await us, and if I don't die before then).

The truth is that we all try to avoid looking at our lives like this because it's too much to take in at once. We distract ourselves from reality. But what if the dancing monkey doesn't take your mind off of it anymore? What if you start to feel the loop driving you insane?

I see every loop I've been through, I see every loop I will go through, I've done it so many times it feels like an eternity, and I've got so many loops to go that it could well be infinite.

Every time the week starts again I feel more pain, more weight on my anxious soul, the bread and circuses aren't working on me, and I don't know if my mind can handle the horror of knowing the truth much longer.

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I am sorry to read that your ex-husband is still a complete cunt. I already had that figured out when i read your first post about him and the not-paying-for-college shit but to back out of it once again is really just the lowest of the low. Shows exactly how important your kids and their future are to him. What a fucking deadbeat.
Thank you for this.

Doing the same routine that many times? It's a loop that repeats without any breaks or pauses.
Routine? Personally, my jobs have never been routine. Sure, there are certain things that have to be done on some cadence, but no, every damn day is some new crisis or need or twist. ...which is good, if a pita.

I am not personally naturally inclined to routine. I have (with specific and dedicated effort) LEARNED not to resent having to have some routine. But tbh there's a certain freedom in the routine things. You just have to...do it, and it's done.

But in my work life the routine things are just background. Everyday is different. Working itself is a drag of a routine, I suppose, but the work itself is not. Why? Partly that's just the kind of work I do. But also in part because I seek out more than the bare minimum of my job requirements. A person could phone it in, do the 8-5/5, meet the basic deadlines, perform the tasks, slip in and out, and not get fired. But a person could also choose to take risks, turn over stones, push forward and up. That kind of push can create a headache sometimes (a lot), but it's stimulating, and it means the person gets better and better, knows more and more, and knows/is known by more and more people...which means new opportunities. Or at the very least, an active mind at work, so a good part of the day.

And if you don't have a pension then how do you ever stop working?
You save your money out of what you earn. Contribute to 401ks and IRAs (those are tax-friendly) and other investments, plus save to buy something that hopefully appreciates. It’s DIY for most of us.

The truth is that we all try to avoid looking at our lives like this because it's too much to take in at once. We distract ourselves from reality.
He wasn’t the first to say it, but famously (and yes, now tritely), John Lennon (in “Beautiful Boy”) wrote, “Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.”

The point is, there is no use in looking at life in the way you're describing, if doing so prevents you from fully living in the now, or if your "now" has nothing to it. Maybe those numbers are interesting ("wow, that's a lot of days/hours"), but if that calculation doesn't spur you to action, there's no point.

It's not a distraction from reality to grab life and live it.

If your job is a slog and killing you, start looking at what would be a better fit, and how you make that happen. Or if the job is unfulfilling, put some spice in the rest of your life. And if you're not willing to or interested in doing either of those things, then de-emphasize your job's role (actual, but more relevantly, mentally) in your life, and find your fulfillment and quality elsewhere.

And if there's something between you and finding some verve, address that. Take a minor risk and try it.

You have two paths: 1) spin in misery, and 2) take some action to try to live differently. If you put all your energy into proving that you have reason to be miserable rather than using that energy to find things that might improve your lot or perspective, or if you insist on starting from the conclusion and merely looking for justification, that seems...like you're creating the loop yourself. Sure, do that, but if you already know where you'll wind up, why bother even making the effort to prove your case? The other option requires openness, hopefulness, and humility...but it's the only one of the two that has potential upside.
 
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