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Sorry to change the topic, but lately I’ve been alternating behind stressing over the tiniest things and feeling accomplished over the tiniest things. I know I’m not psychologically normal (or at least I assume, no formal diagnosis) but this is just ridiculous. I’m gonna focus on my newfound productivity through my medication to get things done. It’s not new medication for me, it’s just it’d been ages since I’d taken it (willingly stopped, and now requested to start again after a year of sloppy work ethics) and I’d forgotten how useful it is. The stress isn’t due to that though, as I had it before taking it.

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Handman said:

That is a horrific proposition.

This, though my reasons probably differ from yours. I’m a fan of diversity; I wouldn’t want humanity to evolve into a homogenous race of unisexual androgynes.

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DuracellEnergizer said:
A minor gripe in the grand scheme of things. Still, I wanted it off my chest.

It makes me happy knowing that you trust the rest of us enough that you feel comfortable to share such things.
Sorry, but I just thought you would feel better if you knew that your openness improved someone else’s day.


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As much as I hate to admit it, I feel more comfortable venting about personal issues here than on my private Discord server. I just hold you guys in higher regard.

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DuracellEnergizer said:

Handman said:

That is a horrific proposition.

This, though my reasons probably differ from yours. I’m a fan of diversity; I wouldn’t want humanity to evolve into a homogenous race of unisexual androgynes.

No, that’s pretty much the exact same reason as me.

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I took my medication for concentration and dedicated the day to working on my story and…nothing. Absolutely nothing. It’s really disheartening. This project has always been stuck in development hell, and I feel like the weight of expectations and too much planning has something to do with it. At least I came up with a few ideas I can implement next time I give it a shot. I might take tomorrow off since today, though unproductive, was so intense.

Also been having serious hand-washing addiction lately (it always stays there to an extent, but lately it’s out of control). And no, it has nothing to do with germophobia.

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Well I just screwed up in a big way. And I was trying to be nice.
Here is the deal. I live with my parents. It is cheaper for both them and me.
Any way I have been bored, so I start doing things around the house.
It was a nice day so I decided to wash the cars.
The insides are vary dirty so I get out the shopvac
I vac my car my Fathers car and start on my Mothers car.
I move the automatic driver seat all the way forward so I can vac under it.
Then I try to move it back and it will not move. You can’t even get in to drive now.
I look up how to fix on line. I try what the video guy says but I can’t pull it off.
I have apologized to my mother and gave her my car keys to use until her car can be fixed.
But now I am just stuck feeling like crap.

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Yeah, don’t beat yourself up over this. You made a minor mistake doing something good.

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It bugs me when anyone names an edit " The ant-cringe" whatever . It assumes that everyone has the same opinion on what makes something cringe worthy . Maybe "My anti-cringe edit " would be a better way to title such things . But that’s just like , my opinion man . not gonna lose any sleep over it .

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It’s also just so “current”. It just feels like the sort of terminology that’s instantly dated. At least the user who makes those edits swapped out their avatar to be less smug and punchable.

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Sometimes when I’m watching TV or a movie, or playing a video game, I get this overwhelming stress that I might not be in the mood to fully enjoy the content. This easily snowballs into a self-fulfilling prophecy where I don’t enjoy the content because I’m too stressed about the possibility of not enjoying the content. As petty as it is it’s been killing me inside for the past several years. This constant overhanging doubt. It’s not always there, but it is there often enough to make a difference. Especially for rewatches. Today I tried rewatching a show I love and I couldn’t get past 7 minutes because of that stress. I’ll try tomorrow with my concentration meds.

My life is being held together by duct tape and Batman, and I am so sick of Batman (tried Lego Batman today and god it is nowhere near as good as the Lego games based on existing stories). Swap that with Star Wars hype and it’s 2015 all over again but with more awareness and I hate it. I feel disinterested in my writing, although I have started learning guitar, which has helped me keep busy. I do dabble in drawing from time to time, but hardly enough to even maintain skill, let alone improve. It’s either focus on everything or focus on nothing, depending on whether I take my meds. I don’t have anything to occupy myself because my usual hobbies are failing me.

Please send help.

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Update: I tried watching the show again today (still without meds) and I got into it and binged it a bunch! Yipee!

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Anyone else dying to go to a restaurant, or a movie theater?
I am so sick of take out and TV dinners.

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So yesterday my friend and I got into an argument, and on my Minecraft server, right there for all to see. A girl on the server called me a simp for being nice which is one of the few things someone can call me that really offends me. Then my friend out of nowhere brings up things I said IRL several months ago before quarantine, and accuses me of bad stuff based on it. I kicked him and disconnected.

It’s the worst being friends with a “chad” when you’re forever alone. That’s why I consider one of my other friends my best friend. He’s on my level. I never feel like he’s doing better than me, and he most certainly doesn’t bully me. In fact, today, the same friend who attacked me yesterday accused me of other things. I’m starting to consider cutting him off.

Anyway, like I said, he’s a chad who gets every girl he wants (and I said as much in retaliation yesterday), and I’m just some incel (literal sense, not the misogynist sense) who never gets any. It’s not just that though. The girl he claimed I offended yesterday? Immediately says he’s currently dating her. And the girl on the server who called me a simp and started this whole mess? Today they’re hitting off like crazy. It’s frustrating as hell. Between that and his frankly juvenile humor (which for some reason is popular with others), he’s on some thin fucking ice. I already have to deal with all this crap from my younger brother, so gimme a break.

At least I had another friend who witnessed yesterday’s fight to privately talk it out with me and support me. Shame my best friend wasn’t there to support, but I’m not sure he would’ve done much.

And hey, at least I’m about to finish that show I said I was rewatching earlier on this page.

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I’ve had it with DnD. Everything just takes way too long. When it takes 2 hours just to do busywork around town there’s something seriously wrong. In 2 hours we should have gone around town, travelled to the dungeon, completed the dungeon, and session over. At least, that’s how I feel. By two hours I’m completely burned out. I never find myself looking forward to sessions but instead dreading them, so I’m calling it quits.

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Starkiller with total respect and sincerity I think you should reconsider how you think about yourself and making comparisons to other people, what you said earlier about viewing your friend as a best friend because he isn’t doing better than you sounds very negative. Apart from that I feel like I’m not getting the full context of the situation between your other “chad” friend, (which might be because you wouldn’t want to get into the details publicly and that’s fine) but you might want to mentally meet somewhere in the middle, maybe they went too far and bullied you, and maybe a comment made struck a nerve that made you feel a combination of jealous and insecure that runs deeper than the actual argument itself. At least you do have someone to talk to about these things who knows more about you personally that can be helpful, I just wouldn’t want you locked into this belief that you are fated to be “forever alone”.

“The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force.” - DV

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The insecurity and jealousy absolutely runs deeper than the argument itself, it just surfaced because of it. I don’t consider myself locked into being forever alone, I just accept it as the reality for the moment until the next opportunity to try changing it shows up.

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More a minor frustration:

Just annoyed that sometimes I have a harder time focusing on things than I’d necessarily like to, and that it can slow down things more than it needs to (e.g. my Japanese lessons aren’t quite making the headway I’d want them to because of it)

Not the end of the world, just a nuisance.

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I’ve struggled my whole life with concentration issues. The rapidfire pace of browsing the web hasn’t exactly helped our generation in that regard.

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I thought getting a digital camera would reinvigorate my interest in photography. It’s certainly easier and more convenient than traditional photography. But there’re only so many hills and fields and trees and cloud formations and lakes I can take pictures of, in whatever communities I can visit, before they become monotonous and unstimulating. Because what I really want to take photos of are people, particularly women. And I don’t need an elaborate setup; an interesting looking girl in casual wear at an everyday location would be plenty for me to work with. But I don’t know anyone; I have no friends or acquaintances whom I could ask to model for me, and I haven’t the courage to approach perfect strangers. All this camera’s done is served as a reminder of how isolated and lonely I am.