The only reasons why I am ever depressed seems to be like I subconsciously [I]want[/I] to be depressed.
[QUOTE=FunnyStarRunner;47753982]I can't stop referring to my laptop as a Lappy. For a short time I also called it a Lapp[I]ier[/I] but I'm so used to calling it a Lappy now that I forgot about it.[/QUOTE]
I'm so used to calling my notebook Toaster, I usually confuse the hell out of my family when talking about computers.
[QUOTE=greeley;47755633]Thats embarrassing.
Although, i can't talk. I ironically used the word "fam" to take the piss out of chavs but i've said it so much that its become a part of my vocabulary[/QUOTE]
No this is why I call it that:
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And while on the subject of strange nicknames, I used to call ceiling fans "deboos" when I was really young. To this day I still don't know what that means.
I'm terribly self conscious
My current net worth is $1.07 and a fifth of whiskey
It was me who farted.
(And you thought it was the sexy one, you were not lieing either)
this is for all y'all smokers out there. try masturbating while smoking a cigarette.
smoking fetishes got me fucked up
I still hold grudges to people who went hostile to me or told me to shut the fuck up on several sessions of TF2 for months.
I've been acting as some-what of a book keeper for my D&D group, making recaps of our weekly sessions by listening to our recordings and writing everything down. Then I edit out the parts that aren't necessary before posting them on our forum (we use roll20). But as of three sessions ago, I haven't kept up with it at all. I'm three sessions late going on four, and the only reason is because I'm such a lazy shit. It's a lot of work, sure, but I don't fucking do anything all day and yet somehow I can't find time to dedicate to this. Fuck.
[QUOTE=Xubs;47761987]The only reason I like to post on Facepunch whatsoever is because it taps into my character flaw of requiring nearly immediate critical feedback for emotional support. I get this in the form of ratings. In a normal forum, if I post once and get no response, I will often either, A) get a depressive episode and assume something was my fault, or B) leave the website entirely, but most often both. Facepunch's ratings give me a form of immediate and total feedback beyond upvotes and downvotes which cover a broader range of emotional responses that my tiny pea-brain can more easily sympathize with and feel social reward, that occur more often and with near-total frequency, unlike posting does. Without ratings, I would not be here.[/QUOTE]
However, the critical flaw is that dramatic care for ratings can get you banned
dramatic meaning drama
Being on a forum for the sole purpose of getting ratings is pretty pathetic IMO.
Rating should be disabled by default, and enabled the way you disable them.
If anybody gets offended by ratings on the internet or just by people in general, they shouldn't be on the internet.
im absolutely retarded and stupid
[QUOTE=greeley;47762412]If anybody gets offended by ratings on the internet or just by people in general, they shouldn't be on the internet.[/QUOTE]
TBH people who say "ratings don't matter" piss me off a lot since they actually do have a legitimate point to them
[QUOTE=greeley;47762412]If anybody gets offended by ratings on the internet [B]or just by people in general[/B], they shouldn't be on the internet.[/QUOTE]
It's sad that we are so accepting of prick behavior online that we think those who still care should be the ones to leave.
[QUOTE=Talvy;47763736]It's sad that we are so accepting of prick behavior online that we think those who still care should be the ones to leave.[/QUOTE]
IIts unfortunate, its because of children. No joke, i really believe that kids are to blame. the 12 y/o come online and decide to comment stuff with negative things because back then its funny to be mean and bully. Its stupid but i honestly believe that now. We've just adapted to the kids being on that some adults have become just as cynical as the young teens
I love linkin park, I think it's safe to say they're my all time favorite band. I've been listening to them since I've been fourteen and I still love listening to them :v:
One of my friends became a model, some of her session photos were uploaded on fb.
Fuck, I wish I was friends with benefits with her :v:
When I was discharged from the military I lied to literally everyone, even the internet (if you're going to lie, you gotta go all the way I guess) as to what I did and why I was discharged because I didn't want anyone to worry about me and my issues. My parents, and the rest of my family, still don't even know I was deployed to Afghanistan or that I was discharged for PTSD. I plan to keep it that way.
but out of all reasons to be discharged from the military PSTD seems to be the most honorable
Woke up bright and early at fucking 11 AM this morning, and it was great. Didn't have to go into work until 5, for once. Planned on being a useless shit and playing The Witcher 3 until I had to get on the road. One problem, though: I'm out of cigarettes.
So I stagger outside and I go downstairs to the parking lot. There's a stray cat about six feet from my car. Gray hair, black stripes, blue eyes, sharp triangle ears. I fucking love cats, and I have a habit of talking to them because I'm a fucking dork. "It's a cat! Hello, cat!" It's hunched over, doing its quasi-feral cat thing, and eyeballing me. I walk past it, get in the car, and back up. The cat shoots straight up, as tall as it can stand on four legs, and stares at something. I look where it's looking.
There was a kitten sleeping under my car. It had gray hair, black stripes, blue eyes as wide as its gaping mouth, and sharp triangle ears. Three months old, maybe. Its head was perfectly intact, which meant its brain was perfectly intact, which meant its nervous system was functioning, which means I saw it feel everything that I just did to it. I parked again nearby and walked up to it as it gave its last twitch. Fun fact: The smell of death kicks in at about 30 seconds after movement stops. The parent scrambled away. I went to the store and bought cigarettes, then built up the courage to move the kitten somewhere it wouldn't get run over again.
I started by trying to close its eyes, like they do with dead people in movies. It doesn't work in real life. The eyelids flop open again. Fuck it.
I picked it up and put it in the grass. It was limp, like a thick gray rag. I set it down, gave it a pet for some reason, and told it how sorry I was. I told a couple people and they informed me that "That sucks."
Haven't cried yet. Not sure if I'm going to.
I regularly ask for a free cup to get water at fast food places then proceed to fill it up with root beer.
[QUOTE=DocWalrus;47777067]Woke up bright and early at fucking 11 AM this morning, and it was great. Didn't have to go into work until 5, for once. Planned on being a useless shit and playing The Witcher 3 until I had to get on the road. One problem, though: I'm out of cigarettes.
So I stagger outside and I go downstairs to the parking lot. There's a stray cat about six feet from my car. Gray hair, black stripes, blue eyes, sharp triangle ears. I fucking love cats, and I have a habit of talking to them because I'm a fucking dork. "It's a cat! Hello, cat!" It's hunched over, doing its quasi-feral cat thing, and eyeballing me. I walk past it, get in the car, and back up. The cat shoots straight up, as tall as it can stand on four legs, and stares at something. I look where it's looking.
There was a kitten sleeping under my car. It had gray hair, black stripes, blue eyes as wide as its gaping mouth, and sharp triangle ears. Three months old, maybe. Its head was perfectly intact, which meant its brain was perfectly intact, which meant its nervous system was functioning, which means I saw it feel everything that I just did to it. I parked again nearby and walked up to it as it gave its last twitch. Fun fact: The smell of death kicks in at about 30 seconds after movement stops. The parent scrambled away. I went to the store and bought cigarettes, then built up the courage to move the kitten somewhere it wouldn't get run over again.
I started by trying to close its eyes, like they do with dead people in movies. It doesn't work in real life. The eyelids flop open again. Fuck it.
I picked it up and put it in the grass. It was limp, like a thick gray rag. I set it down, gave it a pet for some reason, and told it how sorry I was. I told a couple people and they informed me that "That sucks."
Haven't cried yet. Not sure if I'm going to.[/QUOTE]
You write really well. Are you an English major or something?
[QUOTE=WhyNott;47776825]but out of all reasons to be discharged from the military PSTD seems to be the most honorable[/QUOTE]
Not when you live in a place where so many people glorify what I did beyond the whole logical step of "you did something shit and we feel sympathy that it got you all fucked up." sorta thing. I feel incredible shame and hatred toward my self for my actions. They were and are not honourable. Plus it also goes with the whole "pff, just man up and be a man, nothing is wrong, you're just being a bitch, be a man." territory that resides here too. I'm not entirely sure I wouldn't snap and kill the person that says that fucking thing to me, which is really something because I've been really good about controlling my self, at least as far as I've been tested thus far. That and I've been pretty good about knowing what I can handle, at least I think I have. Maybe not though. If that's what being a man is, then I never wanted to be a man.
I mean, I see why people would want to thank soldiers for what they did and do, and I used to respond to it with "I appreciate your sentiment" when I first came back and stuff because it was the best I could do without having to be a massive dick to people who mean well, which would be wrong and very rude of me.
Honestly if I could not live a lie I would. But the thought of people celebrating my actions and reinforcing it as positive makes me physically ill.
I don't hate gays but queens piss me off
I'm a really bitter, jealous, self-loathing asshole suffering from anxiety and depression. I have a stable job and relationship but I get panic attacks about nothing
I will have to repeat this school grade (4th year of high school lmao)because i'm a stupid retarded little shit
[QUOTE=diobono;47780439]I will have to repeat this school grade (4th year of high school lmao)because i'm a stupid retarded little shit[/QUOTE]
Don't wanna hear it.
My high school (liceo classico) is very hard and two months ago I had good marks and recently all the effort was wasted because of stupidly hard exams. Thanks Greek & Maths.
I had to repeat preschool. I knew all my letters, numbers, colors, and all the stuff a babe is supposed to be informed of, but the one thing I flunked at was being social.
No excuse to hold me back.
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