Not a single member of my military academy's battalion staff cares about their jobs, and the corps of cadets is really suffering as a result. It's infuriating.
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Not a single member of my military academy's battalion staff cares about their jobs, and the corps of cadets is really suffering as a result. It's infuriating.
-We don't need a femLink, and Link doesn't need to be customizable, both are in my opinion bad ideas, and I'd rather they create a game in which you can play as both Zelda and Link then change Link. Yes I know multiple people and all that, but that don't stop there from being a clear consistency between each design, which is in turn the template or image of Link, if you say that it's ok to just change him to a her, then what else is ok? And if you do start radically changing him, getting further and further from his image will he still be LInk? I'd argue no, changing him to anything he hasn't been is taking it too far, and just to point out there's nothing wrong with having him stay the way he is, it isn't inhibiting creativity or anything like that; we can have a truly creative and amazingly innovation Zelda without changing Link and in turn pissing off 75% of the fanbase.
I'm fed up with speaking too quickly and stumbling over my words, I am constantly working to fix this problem.
Also, gaf has made me have a strong sense of mistrust in men- I know its the internet, but sometimes being a woman just sucks, and makes me feel like the world doesn't see me as a human being.
And all the shows I like on TV get cancelled or have shitty endings. Such bullshit!
Canonic lore only demands Link to be unwaveringly courageous and kind hearted. One can easily imbue a female character with the traits that define Link. And Zelda fans will be angry regardless, might as well do something interesting while they're at it.
Sometimes, I feel like I should end my life. Maybe I just need attention and I cant go thru with it because I have kids.
It sucks feeling that way because I love them enough to stop myself from actually going through with it.
Feels like I'm trapped.
what?
I changed my mind.
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Sometimes, I feel like I should end my life. Maybe I just need attention and I cant go thru with it because I have kids.
It sucks feeling that way because I love them enough to stop myself from actually going through with it.
Feels like I'm trapped.
I feel this way, except I don't have the kids. I'm kinda tired of being alive.
I have boat loads of money, it affords me pleasures no doubt, but it does not guarantee my happiness in any way shape or form.
I hear giving money to strangers makes people happy.
PM me for my paypal address.
You know that one saying that goes like, "we're all the star of our own story." That might not be a saying. Regardless, maybe I'm not the star. Maybe I'm not even a side character. Maybe I'm just an extra who's in the frame for half a second. Realizing you're not special is a bit painful. When it really, finally sinks in, when you're limits become concrete in your mind. Maybe I'll never be better than I am now--which is not an impressive state.
The first paragraph may have come off as pretentious, so if it makes you feel better, I really do think I'm crap--also: I never thought I was special. I wasn't even the stereotypical teenager who felt "invincible." Lately, it has hit me hard how limited I am (more than what was previously normal for I have always been introspective). How little I know. How little I've done. How little I have mattered. I don't know if this should actually bother me. After all, there's no win-state, no competition to win and my life is comfortable enough even if it's hackneyed.
I'm just smart enough to notice I could do more with my life, but I have no ambition. Maybe I don't have the ability either. I kind of wish I could partially lobotomize myself and be happy with what I have. To never realize that there's more out there that I will never achieve.
I'm not even sure if this is my fault. That's the true horror of depression. I'll never know how much is my fault or not. If only my depression were a gashed leg wound. I could see how much I'm bleeding and say with confidence, "see it's not my fault I passed out, it was the blood loss!" What if I've been cured of my depression for years now, and I'm genuinely this shitty person. Having something to blame is ultimately worthless though. What matters is what I do now, right? Too bad I lack the discipline to change. Guess I should get comfortable in my throne made out of popsicle sticks and glue.
Also, I'm melodramatic about my problems due to low self-esteem. I'll be alright, maybe. I'll be at least comfortable for the duration of this mediocre life, I imagine. Wish I was rich so I could hire a life coach for a year to kick my ass into gear. You know those libertarian-wet-dream entrepreneurial success articles? I'm the opposite of the people represented in those. I suck.
Perhaps the above is simply a cautionary tale against brooding. Do not brood, children. Live in your ignorance, it will coddle you warmly. Typing this was fun. I'm so full of shit, lol.
My introversion is destroying my life.
What? I never looked at them that way, wow. I still think many conversations make no sense, but I can see what you're saying, I think.The first one is wholly dedicated to the metaphor that the machines represent "the man" which feeds himself of people's reliance on the world he has created for them (think capitalism having designed a world that feeds those at the top by forcing everyone below them to use their system), whereas the other two have a ton of somewhat unrelated themes, like the importance of the self, the abandoning of grievances in favor of necessary coexistence, human nature, etc.
For some reason, this post feels like looking at myself in the mirror. Lack of motivation totally sucks, even when you feel like you want to do something. What's the point in even trying, if you're going to fail miserably? And thus you never try, and nothing gets done, and nothing ever changes. Yeah :/You know that one saying that goes like, "we're all the star of our own story." That might not be a saying. Regardless, maybe I'm not the star. Maybe I'm not even a side character. Maybe I'm just an extra who's in the frame for half a second. Realizing you're not special is a bit painful. When it really, finally sinks in, when you're limits become concrete in your mind. Maybe I'll never be better than I am now--which is not an impressive state.
The first paragraph may have come off as pretentious, so if it makes you feel better, I really do think I'm crap--also: I never thought I was special. I wasn't even the stereotypical teenager who felt "invincible." Lately, it has hit me hard how limited I am (more than what was previously normal for I have always been introspective). How little I know. How little I've done. How little I have mattered. I don't know if this should actually bother me. After all, there's no win-state, no competition to win and my life is comfortable enough even if it's hackneyed.
I'm just smart enough to notice I could do more with my life, but I have no ambition. Maybe I don't have the ability either. I kind of wish I could partially lobotomize myself and be happy with what I have. To never realize that there's more out there that I will never achieve.
I'm not even sure if this is my fault. That's the true horror of depression. I'll never know how much is my fault or not. If only my depression were a gashed leg wound. I could see how much I'm bleeding and say with confidence, "see it's not my fault I passed out, it was the blood loss!" What if I've been cured of my depression for years now, and I'm genuinely this shitty person. Having something to blame is ultimately worthless though. What matters is what I do now, right? Too bad I lack the discipline to change. Guess I should get comfortable in my throne made out of popsicle sticks and glue.
Also, I'm melodramatic about my problems due to low self-esteem. I'll be alright, maybe. I'll be at least comfortable for the duration of this mediocre life, I imagine. Wish I was rich so I could hire a life coach for a year to kick my ass into gear. You know those libertarian-wet-dream entrepreneurial success articles? I'm the opposite of the people represented in those. I suck.
Perhaps the above is simply a cautionary tale against brooding. Do not brood, children. Live in your ignorance, it will coddle you warmly. Typing this was fun. I'm so full of shit, lol.
We'd both walk in, awkwardly look around, and wait for the other person to say they want to leave.You and I should go to a club together to see whose the biggest loser, it'll be fun!
It'll be terrible
I have to have hemorrhoid surgery(they're getting removed) surgery next month. I'm fucking 27 and I literally have to have my asshole cut out of my body. The amount fear of the surgery itself and shame of having to have my butt cut out and looked by a bunch of my doctors while I'm knocked out makes me want to crawl in the corner of my closet, close the door and not come out.
And the kicker!? They got a colonoscopy ready for me to do come November so now my brain is racked with worry that they might find something during and I have freaking cancer or something. These next two month are literally going to be a pain in the ass for me.
This year sucks. My grandparents died. Today my mom found out she has breast cancer and will undergo surgery in two weeks and radiation after that. Fingers crossed it hasnt spread, more tests will be done, nothing points to it having spread yet though, luckily. Finishing my masters, but no idea what I want to do with my life. Small medical issues, still anoying though. My niece got born in January and shes awesome so that makes this shitty year have a golden edge around it.
Just hope 2015 will be better. Finish uni, hopefully find an ok job and see where things go from there.
We'd both walk in, awkwardly look around, and wait for the other person to say they want to leave.
I'm fed up with speaking too quickly and stumbling over my words, I am constantly working to fix this problem.
I hate the fact I have enough money to travel almost anywhere I want but I can't because of work and school obligations.