The Place to Go for Emotional Support — Page 83

moviefreakedmind said:

…fifteen or twenty people that are okay…

Hey, that number seems to have gone up a bit! 😃

moviefreakedmind said:

Just stopping by to vent on how much I hate all people. There’re about fifteen or twenty people that are okay but everyone else can go to hell.

Sorry, not making fun at all, just reminded me of one of my favorite Futurama lines.

I had my first counseling session on Tuesday. It was pretty awful. I thawed out 47 years of suppressed weird misery. After a few minutes I had to stop looking at the counsellor because she was out of her depth. I don’t think she’d heard anything quite like it. And if I started to moderate my story to what her body language was saying I’d never get it out. The poor woman her hands were shaking as she took my money. And there I was. On the street with several tonnes of emotional permafrost melted and I had to get bus home and get more drunken abuse. But it did cure my tics for about 36hours. They then came back with gusto when I had my clandestine meeting with a domestic abuse prevention chap. I may get some assistance getting me the hell out of here. Got a new tic. I got to the location of the meeting earlier than I anticipated so I walked around the supermarket because it was the only thing open. There were these Batman toys on display. As I left the building I let out a yelp of " yay Batman!" I wish I could do it again. My partner is drunk downstairs and has spent much of the day texting me demanding my door key. I hate going home. I spend much of my time at work stressing about going home. Now have a weekend and everyone is telling me to have a good one. I will get through this but I really need a run of good luck and happiness because there hasn’t been much for a very long time. Sadly I don’t think the universe operates on a balanced tally system. I’m doing another couple of sessions before Christmas and after Christmas is when I blow the whistle on 16 years of mostly misery. God only knows how that will turn out. Not feeling very festive. I changed my Twitter name to Umjinglwings which is about as Christmassy as I can cope with at the moment.

God, I don’t know what to say. It is out of my depth as well.

I’m not going to say I’ve never been party to misanthropic thoughts, but I think it’s a tad ungenerous to state that out of seven billion humans on the face of the Earth, only twenty of them are decent people – especially when you don’t know most of them.

Good luck man.

Same. Glad you’re starting down the path toward fixing your situation.

Good luck Bingo.

I feel like I could drop dead tomorrow and nobody’d notice for at least a month.

ditto on both counts.

Thank you.

Thanks for the kind words. Got a case of the Morbs at the moment but nothing too serious.

Ouch, sorry to hear your parents split. That is one thing I was very fortunate in, my parents loved each other very much and got along very well. Of course there were arguments, nowhere near the splitting kind of argument. Now of course with my father’s passing splitting is impossible. Maybe as they get used to being split, they will become less depressed, but who am I to predict such thing? I have no expertise with this sort of thing. I wish there was more I could think of to say. I hope things get better for you. Hang in there. I be praying.

I am somewhat worried about Bingo. With the what he has be saying he has been going through and the fact that there is zero activity on his account for over 10 days, it is a little concerning.

Shit, yeah. Hope he’s alright…

I broke up with my girlfriend a few days ago. It honestly wasn’t because of the stalker ex boyfriend, although I’m not gonna miss that. It just wasn’t working out. I do feel sorry that she has to deal with it on her own now, but perhaps she shouldn’t have taken me for granted and appreciated all that I have done to help her. I don’t have anything negative to say about her as a person, but I was just wasting my time. She was my top priority and I was the last thing on her mind most of the time. She would tell me sweet things of how much she loved me, but she only had time for everybody else but me. Time to move on with my life.

"Let the past die, kill it if you have to. "