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Update: We broke up a few months ago because she wouldn't give me space and accused me of wanting to be with someone else because of it.

Sooooo now months after the break up I'm into someone else and I'm in the same boat as I was before because I'm just the most socially awkward turd in existence and can't converse my way out of a paper bag.
 
Update: We broke up a few months ago because she wouldn't give me space and accused me of wanting to be with someone else because of it.

Sooooo now months after the break up I'm into someone else and I'm in the same boat as I was before because I'm just the most socially awkward turd in existence and can't converse my way out of a paper bag.
Kill her.
 
Anyone ever have a recurring nightmare where, for reasons that only make sense in a dream, you're force to go back to high school? I woke up in a panic before my brain reminded me that I've been out of high school for 12 years (I actually finished a year early) and I graduated college 7 years ago.

It's not the exact same dream every time, but different variations. Like one where a faceless employer sent me back to highschool to "improve my math" (and thus being forced to work my way up from there like Billy Madison) and the one last night where I wasn't even given a reason. They're always fucking weird and impossible but they still scare the shit out of me every time.

Maybe it's all these "Back 2 School" sales I keep seeing everywhere I go (this is also around that time of the year when kids are going back after summer vacation and college students are starting a new semester) or maybe it's just the anxieties surrounding school that most of us still harbor somewhere in our subconscious. But they keep coming back.
 
Anyone ever have a recurring nightmare where, for reasons that only make sense in a dream, you're force to go back to high school? I woke up in a panic before my brain reminded me that I've been out of high school for 12 years (I actually finished a year early) and I graduated college 7 years ago.

It's not the exact same dream every time, but different variations. Like one where a faceless employer sent me back to highschool to "improve my math" (and thus being forced to work my way up from there like Billy Madison) and the one last night where I wasn't even given a reason. They're always fucking weird and impossible but they still scare the shit out of me every time.
For me, I used to had that dream of being out in a school hallway, in my underwear and it's the final minute before the bell rings, perhaps leading to the dismissal of class and a possible embarrasement of being the one stuck in the hallway in your underwear as every other student sees you. I'm not sure where that came from, but I guess I always had that concern about how you appear to others or how others viewed you, so it just kinda manifested in a dream of being in that vulnerable situation. It was probably for the best I never had gym classes in regular high school as I took those during the summer.

Of course these were nightmares I had back in school, I haven't had them in a long time.

Maybe it's all these "Back 2 School" sales I keep seeing everywhere I go (this is also around that time of the year when kids are going back after summer vacation and college students are starting a new semester) or maybe it's just the anxieties surrounding school that most of us still harbor somewhere in our subconscious. But they keep coming back.
I know the feeling. For me, it was having my birthday fall on the end of August and knowing within a week I would be back in school again and the weather was going to go back to dreary, desolate autumn and winter. Seeing "Back To School" sales start around the end of July always brought in that thought in my head that Summer was already half past over.

Tugboats and foodstamps arrive on Friday, so a trip to Walmart for a tard safari are in order. Oh, the majestic autism
When you come down to it, it's really about spending other people's money that gets thrown down the toilet easily!
 
Do you ever have one of those days where you wish you could walk into Walgreens, grab a greeting card that says "I hope Gary Busey takes bath salts, and eats your fucking face off?"
Yeah, I know somebody who should get that card.
 
I got professionally diagnosed with school-related PTSD a few days ago after about two years of people thinking I had it. Back to school ads have been kind of a nightmare & might be contributing to weird dreams I've been having about being back in school and having to deal with the people who treated me badly there :(
 
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I got professionally diagnosed with school-related PTSD a few days ago after about two years of people thinking I had it. Back to school ads have been kind of a nightmare & might be contributing to weird dreams I've been having about being back in school and having to deal with the people who treated me badly there :(
I feel ya. Mine is from near constant violence/xyz powerlevel shit. I am having a rough day today with dickhead Cubs fans up in my business right now.
 
I got professionally diagnosed with school-related PTSD a few days ago after about two years of people thinking I had it. Back to school ads have been kind of a nightmare & might be contributing to weird dreams I've been having about being back in school and having to deal with the people who treated me badly there :(
Wait is this real life? This is a thing?
 
I witnessed majestic tugboat spending today, starting with a bixnood using his "Direct Express" card at 2am buying smokes, natty ice and salty snacks. Direct Express is the official Tugboat debit card.
Also, this makes my he-pussy wet:https://mobile.twitter.com/TheRealPSL
 
I witnessed majestic tugboat spending today, starting with a bixnood using his "Direct Express" card at 2am buying smokes, natty ice and salty snacks. Direct Express is the official Tugboat debit card.
Figured they'd use a debit card these days.
 
It's rare anyone gets a paper check. Many also get their tugboats 4 days early at any fine check cashing establishment. Just follow the trail of discarded 40 ouncer cans.
I guess I haven't really noticed that before but now it makes sense.
 
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