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I have this constant feeling in my chest that is crushing me. It seems it doesn't matter how things are going, I end up with this sort of anxiety like something is always wrong. Have a good job, house, wife and heathy kid but whatever I do, I can't get rid of it.

Sometimes I feel like I'm carrying the world on my shoulders. With my parents being horrible with their finances, sister following their path, "friends" which I only keep around to pass time when bored. I tried talking to my wife about, my mother, sister, but it doesn't seem to get into their head. The usual response is "you got no reason to be sad, just be happy". It has gotten to the point that I hate going to my folks house and can't enjoy a night out. I have to get shitfaced just to relax.

Hard to explain I guess.
 
I am a 30 year old man-child. I have never made an attempt to enter a mature relationship. I make poor financial decisions. I have absolutely no interest in owning a home or saving for retirement. The idea of having a family and the responsibilities that entails are completely alien to me. Also I'll be losing my driver's license for six months and will be moving back in with my parents so they can give me a ride to work every day. If my life were a movie, it would star a fat Seth Rogen.

Bright side? Parents aren't charging me rent so I'll have butt loads of money to spend on useless shit I don't need! XBONE incoming!
 
Everytime I talk with people IRL I feel a sense of a huge gap between the regular person and me. I try not to judge them based on their limitations but at the same time I can't help but feel superior to them. i.e they talk too slow, they're dumb, they can't make up their minds quick enough, and they only talk going through the motions. Nobody has diversity to them, nobody pipes my interest.
 
-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 really feeling bad about having to not only spend three years in what is only a two year community college, but also for having to take English II for a third time. I was really stressed my second semester of college and failed almost all my classes, which set me back, that be fine and all, but having to take English II for a third time because I'm stupid and procrastinated too much is really really embarrassing.

-to expand on my last point, I kinda feel like my time at college has been a gigantic waste of time and money, I've failed a lot of classes, and I really (being on my last year) have no real idea why I'm there or what I want to do after school or career wise, which makes it really hard to want to get my work done.
 
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-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.

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.
 
I don't care how much I disagree with my religion, the period where I stopped going to church I felt like I became more miserable and became more of a jerk to people. I know this isn't true for most people here.

Going to mass on Sundays is my own personal sanity check.
 
I fear that I will never get married and die alone, I also fear that I will never reach my target goal.

I'm fed up with speaking too quickly and stumbling over my words, I am constantly working to fix this problem.

I know that feeling, it's so embarrassing.

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.

Oh sorry that you feel that way, I can assure that not all male on gaf are bad and are capable of respecting women as a human being.

And all the shows I like on TV get cancelled or have shitty endings. Such bullshit!

I also know that feeling. :(
 
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.

That's great and all, but I'm not talking about the lore, in fact it only exists to be a poor excuse to explain why the same three people keep popping up and up, it's no justification to actually change Link.

...I mean unless you think DK lore of Cranky being OG DK, justifies a third, female DK that doesn't look like DK.

Plus I don't think you understand what I mean by "piss off 75% of the fanbase" I mean changing Link would affect the people who don't complain about Zelda games whenever a new one is released (me), you know the fans who actually like and enjoy the games for what they are and not for what they aren't.

I mean I don't really care what story or setting you come up with so long as it isn't offensive to the overall theme of the series, but the characters must always stay who they are, or else they cease to be the character, at least in my eyes.

So yeah...just please don't change him.
 
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.
 
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.
 
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.

There's help out there if you need it, and GAF in particular is super supportive of people who are feeling down like this. Visit the Mental Health thread. I see my therapist on Friday :)
 
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.
 
My ex wife's father died suddenly. I haven't seen or spoken with her in 15 years, totally by my choice. I've made and will send her a small shadow box of pics/memories of her and her father. I'm going out of my way to make sure she has no idea where I live or what has become of me since we divorced because it would kill her to know how much happier and more successful I am now. My life is infinitely better than hers and that would send her on a downward spiral into depression.

She'll really appreciate the gift though.
 
I'm trying to apply for jobs, but everyone wants experience. I have no work skills, so I'm shooting for entry level stuff, but there are days where I can't apply for anything because I'm not qualified. I feel like I'm virtually worthless outside of a grocery store.
 
I desperately want to quit my call center job. And I desperately want to go into business for myself with what my father and I used to do - business marketing consulting. Since he passed away, I've been stuck in this soul crushing job and I lothe getting up every morning.
 
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.
 
I'm growing up (job + high level college courses) and I have next to no free time. I'm suitemates with my friends and they're always playing games and doing stuff and I can't because I'm either at work or studying. Getting older and having responsibilities sucks.
 
Im sick of watching sunday night football and seeing the commercisl for erectile disfuntion . Do they really need to say " call a docter if u have an erection lasting longer than 4 hours" on fucking TV. Familys watch football together and all the nfl cares about is the payday
 
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.

Did you copy and paste one of my posts from five years ago?
 
I just can't get excited about football in any way and I tend to fake my excitement about it when my friends talk about it. Same with baseball.
 
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.
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.

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.
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 :/
 
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.

In addition I fucking dread the medical bills all of this is going to add up too regardless of the fact I have insurance.
 
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. And hope my mom will be ok ofcourse. But shes strong, she'll get through it no doubt.
 
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.

You're getting well, and they're being paid hand over fist to look at your asshole. They don't see an embarassed Gaffer, dude. They see an enflamed and irritated dollar sign. After they do yours, they'll be looking at someone elses. That's their daily routine. Don't be embarassed to be one more tick mark in the long list of assholes this guy has gandered at.

Focus on the fact you're getting treatment for something I know from experience is incredibly uncomfortable.
 
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.

Man that sucks, hope your mom pulls through. :( My parents are getting up there and it just feels like it's a matter of time now until one of them comes down with some life-threatening illness.
 
I have such a hard time focusing on what people are saying in a conversation at times. My mind wanders off so easy unless it's a subject I'm very interested in. Or sometimes my mind focuses a specific part of a conversation that when the topic shifts I'm still thinking about the previous topic and can't focus on what's going on. I also find it hard to put what I'm thinking into words so I'm usually pretty slow in a conversation. This is the worst when it's a group conversation as I can't come up with something to say fast enough so I'm usually the quiet one in the conversation.

Ugh, I'm so bad at small talk and it frustrates me to no end.
 
Fuck my old neighborhood. My wife and I lived there for 7 years, and I struggled with depression, and occasional suicidal thoughts because of it. We were finally afforded the opportunity to get out of there, and for the past week, we have been in a much better place. I do not know how I survived in that place for so long; I guess it was due to my wife always being positive about things. We still own the place, and will have to rent it out, but fuck it and the horse it rode in on. I now feel like a hundred dollars. Possible incoming first thread to elaborate on everything.
 
I have to admit that I'm kind of a loner. Since I share living space with my s.o., there's not much time I have alone with my thoughts/activities/hobbies. I feel bad for sometimes wanting more space/time apart so we can "miss" each other, and I enjoy it when I get some alone time.

On a separate note, it gets really tiring when people constantly bring their problems to me for advice or sympathy. It can bring my mood down and I'm an even keeled person who's usually an optimist.
 
I'm fed up with speaking too quickly and stumbling over my words, I am constantly working to fix this problem.

You and me both. I articulate myself very well in my head, but the moment I open my mouth I feel as if I sound contrived, often confusing those around me when I ramble on.
 
I stupidly agreed to start dating my ex again about a month after we broke up, she just left my place after telling me she just like me as a friend, how stupid am I. If someone else was in that situation I would have told them to not do it, easy descision Bubs, but hey fuck me I do the opposite. Well, I'm not that sad really, she's a good person, and so am I and it will be ok, I'm just baffled by my own stupidity.

I'm just gonna up the gym time, work overtime and do fun stuff.
 
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