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Neglify said:
Fuck those niggas, just take a shit on all their desks.
Was that really necessary?
I’ve just about had fucking enough of this shit. Now my work family has bailed on me. I mean they are still there as I’m still working there but none of them will talk to me anymore since my promotion. I don’t know if they are jealous or what, but it fucking sucks dicks they were all I had. Even my best friend, who was my supervisor but is now my equal, won’t talk to me anymore. I don’t know if she just got off on ‘mothering’ me or something, or if perhaps it’s because I’m not as cheerful as I used to be (if that’s the reason then fuck her, all it would take was a little fucking support or just a tiny bit of reassurance that she still gave a shit about me and it would help ALOT… but nope), but I’m getting really strung out. I’m not contemplating killing myself anymore or anything, but I’m so stressed out and in distress, and I feel so lonely, I honestly don’t know what to do. I dread getting out of bed every morning, because I’m too stressed/distressed to sleep at night.
Fuck those niggas, just take a shit on all their desks.
Don’t do drugs, unless you’re with me.
Neglify said:
Fuck those niggas, just take a shit on all their desks.
Was that really necessary?
Neglify said:
Fuck those niggas, just take a shit on all their desks.Was that really necessary?
Fuck yea it was nigga.
Don’t do drugs, unless you’re with me.
FWIW, ending the N-word with “a” instead of “er” renders it non-racist. That’s what I’ve been led to believe, anyhow. Don’t ask me to explain it; none of this arbitrary bullshit makes any sense to me.
FWIW, ending the N-word with “a” instead of “er” renders it non-racist. That’s what I’ve been led to believe, anyhow. Don’t ask me to explain it; none of this arbitrary bullshit makes any sense to me.
I’m not sure that’s right, but being white people, it’s not for us to decide.
FWIW, ending the N-word with “a” instead of “er” renders it non-racist. That’s what I’ve been led to believe, anyhow. Don’t ask me to explain it; none of this arbitrary bullshit makes any sense to me.
I’m not sure that’s right, but being white people, it’s not for us to decide.
I’m not what Frink is saying is right, but I am pretty sure that ending the N-word with an “a” instead of an “er”, doesn’t automatically renders it non-racist. Yes, a lot of the political correct stuff doesn’t make sense to me either, but it does make sense that the slave master’s name for black people is very, very, very, offensive and should not be used.
That word comes from a corruption of a word meaning “black” (“negro” is what the Spanish and Portuguese call black people…it’s only offensive in English). Its offensiveness comes from its origins, not its meaning. “Nigga” is a further corruption of that word, with most negative connotation removed. It’s only offensive it you make it so.
Gotta love white people debating what is racist and what isn’t.
I’m going to take this to the political thread, where it belongs. Now. to get back on track here:
I’ve just about had fucking enough of this shit. Now my work family has bailed on me. I mean they are still there as I’m still working there but none of them will talk to me anymore since my promotion. I don’t know if they are jealous or what, but it fucking sucks dicks they were all I had. Even my best friend, who was my supervisor but is now my equal, won’t talk to me anymore. I don’t know if she just got off on ‘mothering’ me or something, or if perhaps it’s because I’m not as cheerful as I used to be (if that’s the reason then fuck her, all it would take was a little fucking support or just a tiny bit of reassurance that she still gave a shit about me and it would help ALOT… but nope), but I’m getting really strung out. I’m not contemplating killing myself anymore or anything, but I’m so stressed out and in distress, and I feel so lonely, I honestly don’t know what to do. I dread getting out of bed every morning, because I’m too stressed/distressed to sleep at night.
My fear of death has gotten so bad that an hour doesn’t pass without me dreading it. This all started when I watched the movie Tideland months ago. As well made as it is, I wouldn’t have ever watched it had I known what it would lead to.
Also, reading Wikipedia’s goddamn “Consciousness after death” article certainly didn’t help matters any.
I’m sick and tired of feeling this way, but there’s nothing I know to do to stop it.
Well, mom had one of her spontaneous exorcisms on me, because of…problems. I don’t feel like anything good came out of the experience, and she thinks I should be “scared shitless” because of said issue. (My mom is a master of the Precision F-Strike. She usually doesn’t swear, but on the very infrequent occasion that she does it definitely makes an impact). I won’t say what the issue is, for fear of being banned or misunderstood, but I will say that demanding that “spirits of redacted come out of my son!” doesn’t help matters. The worst part is that although she claims that she did the exorcism because she saw a demon last night, she wasn’t far from the truth. I have been having…issues…which I would prefer not to talk about. At the same time I know she didn’t handle the situation properly. Without saying what the issue is, what can you suggest that will help me A. Feel better, and B. change.
edit: lol 1138 posts
Nobody sang The Bunny Song in years…
If it makes any difference, you have exactly 1138 posts now.
My fear of death has gotten so bad that an hour doesn’t pass without me dreading it. This all started when I watched the movie Tideland months ago. As well made as it is, I wouldn’t have ever watched it had I known what it would lead to.
Also, reading Wikipedia’s goddamn “Consciousness after death” article certainly didn’t help matters any.
I’m sick and tired of feeling this way, but there’s nothing I know to do to stop it.
I have not seen the movie or read the article…with that said, what do you fear about death?
what do you fear about death?
The possiblity that my consciousness could just be snuffed out like a candle flame doesn’t quite rub me the right way.
The fact that reports of people who have died then were revived soon enough share similar experiences are enough for me to at least confidently doubt thats the case. i dont know what happens, butIm given to believe it’s positive.
what do you fear about death?
The possiblity that my consciousness could just be snuffed out like a candle flame doesn’t quite rub me the right way.
I’m trying to get to the more specific reason for your fear. Is it fear of the afterlife? The lack of an afterlife? The unknown? The impact on those you leave behind? The actual dying process itself?
I’m afraid that there may be no afterlife. That’s the long and short of it.
I’m afraid that there may be no afterlife. That’s the long and short of it.
Look at me posting in offtopic.
So, here’s where I think a reframing of the issue could help. Take the lack of your traditional metaphysical afterlife, consciousness of any sort after death – just take that as a given, not a mere possibility (big help so far, I know, just hold on a sec while I get there)
If “what’s past my death” is as important to you as it seems to be, then try to focus on what does without any question outlast your body. Your works, your friends, relations, younger people you have influenced, everyone who will have a memory of you. How will you be remembered? Not in an egotistical sense like “Shit you mean I have to discover a cure for cancer or nobody will remember me in 500 years?!” More like “When I’m gone, I’ll have left my corner of the world a slightly better place. My passing will be marked, and I’ll be missed” sense. If you’re not sure this is true, that’s the good news–you’re still alive. You can do this. Even if you’ve made some phenomenal mistakes and you fear your net effect on the world is negative, you have time to turn that around (even if it means not changing what you do, so much as thinking about what you have done less negatively).
And, back to the first point, let’s say the metaphysical afterlife turns out to be real. If you’re already at peace with yourself in the sense described above, I don’t think that could do anything but help.
Full disclosure: I’m atheist, but not of the Dawkins ilk. I totally see the appeal and helpfulness of many religions in dealing with this and many other difficult issues. I don’t intend to dissuade you from faith if that’s the path you decide to follow.
CatBus, I appreciate your attempt to help. I’m afraid Your POV doesn’t work for me, but I appreciate the effort regardless.
I’m afraid that there may be no afterlife. That’s the long and short of it.
If there’s no afterlife, there’s nothing to be afraid of. You don’t have to worry about Hell or Purgatory!
I hope there was no harm in trying, and that you find a way through this for yourself.
If there’s no afterlife, there’s nothing to be afraid of.
Eternal oblivion scares me. It’s scared me to the point where I’ve dreaded going to sleep at night.
You don’t have to worry about Hell or Purgatory!
Purgatory doesn’t sound too bad. =P
I hope there was no harm in trying, and that you find a way through this for yourself.
No, there was no harm. And thanks.
If there’s no afterlife, there’s nothing to be afraid of.
Eternal oblivion scares me. It’s scared me to the point where I’ve dreaded going to sleep at night.
If there’s no afterlife, you won’t be aware of eternal oblivion. You’ll just cease to be. Nothing to fear.
TV’s Frink said:
Nothing to fear.
I think that’s exactly the problem.
As one of my favorite songwriters once wrote: “If you believe in nothing, honey, it believes in you.” There really is a substantive existential issue here to come to terms with. Dismissing it entirely isn’t really in the cards for a lot of people.
I dismiss everything. None of you even exist.