I need…an air conditioner.
Or at least a bucket of ice behind a fan.
And don't tell me its 100 degrees in the shade where you live every day all summer, unless you own snow tires because I'm no more prepared for this than southerly places were for blizzards last winter.
Also, they took the water cooler away at work to save money and the tap runs brown/orange and the vending machine only has soda, which I don't drink.
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Rant, Moan and Rave - 2010 edition
Theres nothing actually wrong with me that i can see. Its just my minds being a dick and having to nit pick at every happy occassion. Getting back with my girlfriend after shes proven that i can trust her again. My mind tells me that i cant trust her and shes left out things and that she probibly did someone else when i was away. Even though i know she didnt because she spent the entire time at home. Im paranoid that everyone hates me. I hate everyone i know so its ok if they do. I dont know why i hate them. I just cant bring myself to like them.
Currently im:
Paranoid
Being a dick to everyone for reasons beyond my knowledge.
Suicidal over nothing.
Being held back at everything just because i feel useless when one thing goes wrong.
Ill take a couple of days to think it off. Maybe draw a propper comic. Enjoy myself. Just went swimming. All the annoyance disappeared for a while.
My life isnt that bad. I have to say i have no complaints. Apart from this. My stupid hereditary depression.
DAMN YOU MOTHER!!!
Sadly you're right. Way too many people think that way. What you're not realizing though is that not everyone reacts the same way to such thoughts. There's a difference between looking at yourself in a mirror and thinking "I'm getting fat. Better start exercising." after noting your beer gut and begin a training workout as opposed to thinking "I'm so fucking fat, I'm disgusting!" while being an anorexic bulimic.Ouch. That sucks. I was kinda there myself a short while back. Started to feel like the world was against me and my mind was full of regrets about how unfair my past was, while constantly dreaming about how everything would be better, if things had gone differently.If that's depression, then we probably all need medication.
But medication doesn't fix shit, merely distracts us until we stop using it or fix whatever is making us think that way. I was on depression medication once before and it made me gain 20 pounds, I was always tired and I couldn't stay focused enough to drive cause I kept falling asleep on the wheel. Not that the doctor was going to relay that little nit pick of an information to me, mind you. I got arrested twice for suspicion of driving under influence, caused 2 fender benders and drove the car off the road once (all during the same 2 week period).
So yeah, my opinion about medication like that, being used as a quick fix for everything is not favorable, at the moment. It's better to talk about the problem and try to change the way we think.
And yes. Insects have it made, until they have a close encounter with the wind screen.
Great book about dealing with depression: Why Zebras don't get Ulcers Animals live in the moment and don't obsess about the past or worry about the future. That zebra for example doesn't perseverate about lions.
When the lion attacks, I'll deal with it and until then I got all my friends with me, I'm eating some good grass, the sun is shining, hey, life is good. Fuck it drive on.
Product Placement: Meds are a necessary crutch for some of us. It sucks. I used to be able to cope without them but a complete breakdown every two-four years just got to be too much.
Um why am I falling apart and talking to anyone doesn't work? Well let's stabilize those moods and open up Bravo's head and take a tour. And Iceland isn't know for having the best and most up-to-date psychiatry. You need a large Jewish population for that. (old borsht belt joke)
Something for lawyers, something for lovers, something for every-one; a comedy tonight!
Great book about dealing with depression: Why Zebras don't get Ulcers Animals live in the moment and don't obsess about the past or worry about the future. That zebra for example doesn't perseverate about lions.Zebras are straight-up jerks though! On those drives where you can feed various safari animals that are around, you know, they don't want you feeding the zebras because they'll bite you for no reason. So I ask you, how happy can zebras really be? Assholes. D:<
And Iceland isn't know for having the best and most up-to-date psychiatry.Very true (although I don't know if it has anything to do with our lack of Hebrews :P). Icelandic mentality is usually that your ailments have to be visible for it to be something serious. Mental disability is a sign of weakness and thus the general accepted fix for it is the "quit being a baby" approach. Thankfully it's gotten a bit better but I hate the whole "Oh, we got pills for that" response that seems to be the only thing that doctors around here can think off. Of course, there's a simple reason for that. The national medical coverage was designed to help people with physical ailments. Therefore it only covers things like surgery and medicine. Therapeutic help is a relatively new field around here and no efforts have been made to include it into the system. That's why doctors can only write prescription for pills, instead of sending you to a shrink. They can refer you to one, sure but you have to fork over your own cash for that. As far as the Icelandic medical board concerns, therapists are in the same field as chiropractors and new age doctors.
P.S. According to that book you mentioned, I seem to have developed a similar viewpoint as zebras have towards life. I guess great minds think alike. ^^
Zebras are straight-up jerks though!…
^^'
Im enjoying Omegle at the minute.
Trollings fun. Its more fun anonymously.
Except /b/ sucks at certain times of the day (inb4 it always sucked )and i dont troll on purpose here.
I think thats why im so depressed. I am a troll. I dont troll enough. Omegle has cured my depression!
Nope. Turns out I was just having an up moment. Back down again.
Solar plexus keeps pulsating.
Under the UCMJ (uniform code of military justice, governing law to Military members) you can't be charged for dueling, but if someone challenges you to a duel, and you fail to tell on them, you can be charged for disruption of good order or some other military term for it.
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I read that comic we could be happy (from the guy who was featured for orbit) and he had one about raving. and he linked a song. it was catchy. i haven't stopped listening to techno since.
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Running another practice PAST in the morning. then the second real one will be on wednesday. I blew it away last week, despite months of not training for it, and a few injuries, so what i need to worry about is being over confident about my abilities. (which i always am, until game day)
And then the triathlon is only a few weeks away. i hope i can stay in the middle of the pack. i definatly don't expect to be anywhere near the front, unless you count the 50+ age group that starts 10 minutes after me.
Zebras are straight-up jerks though! On those drives where you can feed various safari animals that are around, you know, they don't want you feeding the zebras because they'll bite you for no reason. So I ask you, how happy can zebras really be? Assholes. D:<
Biting the hand that feeds you? I wish I could get away with that - I'd laugh like an absurdly striped donkey!
I read that comic we could be happy (from the guy who was featured for orbit) and he had one about raving. and he linked a song. it was catchy. i haven't stopped listening to techno since.I hate that song.
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Im sounding ridiculous now, but, I absolutely Hate, Hate when this happens. I find a good comic. I leave nice and encouraging comments on it and all. Then I look at another comic with friggin awesome art work, and find that the artist I left comments for commented on that person's comic(with the awesoem art work), but never leaves nice and encouraging comments for me. So I end up saying "Pft! Fine then!" and stop leaving them comments all together. I still read the comic though, the story gets better and better as it progresses. Then I go back look at the other artist's comic over and over again. It's rather intimidating, really. I always ask myself," does my work suck that bad?" But I try anyways. phew. glad I got that off my chest, now. =)
I knew you liked it roughAhaha, fine, you got me…
so step into my dungeon, peon! D:<
Biting the hand that feeds you? I wish I could get away with that - I'd laugh like an absurdly striped donkey!…Hm, that would explain everything. Zebras are happy, it's just that they're just happy because they enjoy being cruel so much.
So, in conclusion, everything comes inexorably back to sadism! It's the word of the day.
^…strange…
I really don't like it when people go around for things they don't like and be jerks about them. Only had happened to me once but I've seen it done to others.
Never in that order though. Or just in a similar scenario.
Forgot to say that as expected The Webcomic Review Comic on the Web hated my comic Pwned Randomness…great. Hark's got me spelling it wrong now. Pwnd Randomness it is. Not a very good comic and now I see that a lot. But I got to get it to 100 pages before it dies. Been trying it from my very first day on the duck (sad 'cause it's been a year and a half). I'm not angry, in fact I suggest you go read both Kevin (ifelldownthestairs) and Daniel's (harkovast) stuff since they are that good.
To Seventy2- We Could be Happy's a great comic. :) Rarely ever see it's updates though.
I went and read through today's feature and I like it quite a lot.
Funny thing is when I was online today I was pretty much reading archives.
Never really do that. Just usually lurk on the forums after checking my reccommends.
Which brings me to this (again): I'm bored and if you have a comic that you think I'd like to read, I will read it.
Just PQ me.
And I may go and cameo you really quickly or the more likely, send you some fanart. Hopefully fanart with some quality.
Which brings me to something completely different: Writing songs is hard. Even when I have a good idea for a song. My sister's boyfriend wants to do some kind of group with me and I've been wanting to make my own acoustic stuff for a while now but failing every single time to come up with anything good.
Which brings me to alarm the world that my G string is falling apart.
Sexy smexy 1337…
Wow. Now I suddenly go back to ranting about everything…every boring detail…
Ringo is all better. Turns out we had a kind of bedding that can make rats sick. I wish they had told us that at the pet store…it came with the cage and they said it would be fine for him. Never getting an animal from a pet store again if I can help it…when you adopt from the humane society they really make sure you know how to take care of your new friend.
Anyways, I replaced his bedding and within two days he had perked up. Seems totally fine now. :)
Not unless you're a masochist… the other side of the holy S&M duo. O_O:nervous: Should I be aroused by this?I knew you liked it roughAhaha, fine, you got me…
so step into my dungeon, peon! D:<
…Time to play some NIN.
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My artwork comp at work is dead now. It blowing every power system that goes in it. It was a POS anyway, not worth saving even if we could at this stage. The only good thing about it was the extra ram. We'd have to buggerise around and reinstall whatever we do. So looks like I'm getting a new work machine. Probably a cheapy-cheapy whatever it is, but whatever it is will be better than what I had before and I've put in some recomendations for some wel priced, ok specced machines that would be just the thing I need.
]Not unless you're a masochist… the other side of the holy S&M duo. O_OThat's kinda the joke I was going for. I was hoping the nervous smiley would convey the mood of someone who's turned on and is worried about it.
And just in time for Bastille Day a discussion about one of the handful of prisoners released when the Bastille was attacked. The Marquis de Sade. Now he could write and he really knew how to live. Got to love the 18th Century. Where else could you have Comte de Ste. Germaine, Casanova and the Marquis de Sade all walking around and some old leecher with a raccoon on his head mingling with them along with his sidekick the balding Puritan from Boston with the hawt wife and that brilliant tall red haired guy with his head in the clouds. Tell you Tom sure can write and play the violin.
And they knew how to dress, though the "beauty spots" were a bit much.
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