Humans needs social interaction and to be outside to feel good. If you deny yourself those things you will continue to feel like this.
No I'm not good enough to be around other people.
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Munkus BeaverYou don't have to attend every argument you are invited to.Philosophy: Stoicism. Politics: Democratic SocialistRegistered User, ClubPAregular
Buy the book Mind over Mood and read it and complete the exercises in it.
Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but dies in the process.
Humans needs social interaction and to be outside to feel good. If you deny yourself those things you will continue to feel like this.
The internet is the only way I stay sane sometimes. Friends say I'm very outgoing and confident in myself and genuine, but a lot of that stems from the fact that I'm quite a bit of a loner who doesn't really want to go out and interact with friends all that much. I've got 3 close friends, of which she's 1, and then a bunch of other friends/acquaintances but I don't interact with them every month.
The internet has really allowed me to be exactly where I want in my social interactions. Some days I really need physical social interaction, but a majority of the time talking of discord or skype or the phone is just as good for me.
All that said, finding the right balance is necessarily an individualistic thing and something that takes a lot of introspection to find and be happy with yourself for.
Humans needs social interaction and to be outside to feel good. If you deny yourself those things you will continue to feel like this.
No I'm not good enough to be around other people.
Uriel you ARE good enough to be around other people. I guarantee you there are people near you that would love to interact with and be friends with you. There's someone for everyone. It's hard to get yourself out of the rut you're in -- trust me, I definitely get it -- but you have to push past the numerous trees that cloud your judgment and try to see the forest. Force yourself to go out. Force yourself to have social interaction the same way you might force yourself to exercise.
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PiptheFairFrequently not in boats.Registered Userregular
Maybe that was too harsh I apologise, I have had similar issues in the past I do get it. I probably shouldn't have replied, I never seem to say the right thing in this thread!
I still don't really know how to feel about everything. I've been fine, I guess
:bro: Been there.
When the numbness starts to hurt, honestly the best thing to do is, funnily enough, cry. Just cry. Let it all out.
Don't have a break/emotional talk?/break-up then drive 2 hours on dark Texas backroads while crying.
That's the hardest drive I've ever done in my life.
She was worried about me. A lot.
You're a good guy. Heartbreak is the worst emotional pain you can endure. I'm glad you got home safe, and yeah, she was right to be worried. Heaven knows I've had to get my mum to pick me up from a km away cos I couldn't walk- I was just crying in a ball under a tree. I can't imagine driving under that emotional duress. I would have probably have wrapped the car around a tree. So, serious respect to you man.
Edit: Autocorrect.
I was suicidal years ago and take medication for chronic depression.
She was extremely worried.
We're still friends and talking. I think we'll always be friends. We just have that kind of connection. She just doesn't know what she wants.
Bro.
Is this a "what are you doing" bro or a solidarity bro I can never tell
In particular my last relationship ended (albeit by my action) because she didn’t know what she wanted, so this is more of “I have been there also and remember how fucking bad it sucks” type of bro.
Maybe that was too harsh I apologise, I have had similar issues in the past I do get it. I probably shouldn't have replied, I never seem to say the right thing in this thread!
The thing about social anxiety and a distaste for leaving the house is that this forum has a LOT of those inherent types of people. I'm one of them. But over time I've learned that there are fun things to do away from the house and it's ingrained itself enough that staying inside for more than one day makes me feel bad. Not saying you should feel bad whatsoever, but in my case I adapted to it.
Now I try to find at least one reason to leave on my days off. Shopping, dinner with a friend, volunteering, etc.
I haven't understood a thing from the last page or so, but it was all so delightfully British.
I am (well, 'delighfully' is debatable) British and I don't understand any of it - I was initially bamboozled by Liiya's comment and it all sort of went downhill from there
It's all saltwater these days:
Ocean, tears and heartbreak soup
Half alive in a whitecap foam
Half in love with a white half moon
I'm...um...probably not in the best frame of mind for that sort of thing. I'm tired and somewhat cranky after a long day having to be 'on' and sociable for work so I'm likely to get tired and teasy when I just don't 'get' something :bigfrown:
Also, I was thrown by Sudbury Hills.
It's all saltwater these days:
Ocean, tears and heartbreak soup
Half alive in a whitecap foam
Half in love with a white half moon
Fun (not fun) fact about Sudbury Hill: it used to be my local Tube station when I lived in west London.
Now I'm a pretty tall bloke so I have to hunch slightly normally to get in and out of Tube trains. Added to that was that at Sudbury Hill the platform is slightly higher than the carriage floor, so you are stepping down into the train. Now, it was very early on a Sunday morning and I was running late for work - a train was already at the platform and as I started to step into the carriage the doorchimes started beeping to alert to imminent closing.
Which startled the crap out of still-sleepy me and caused me to rather suddenly straighten up, smacking my head into the door frame. After a brief moment of white hot pain which then subsided, I did that quintessentially British thing of looking around to make sure no one had noticed (didn't want to commit cardinal sin number one of causing a scene in public!) and, realising no one had (or at least everyone had the good graces to act like they hadn't seen anything), I scurried in and took a seat opposite a woman with her head buried in that morning's copy of the Metro.
After another surreptitious look around the carriage (good, still no one looking), I gingerly reached up and touched where my head was still throbbing slightly, pulling my fingers back to see a tiny spot of claret on the end of one of my fingers. "Oh that's not good!" I think to myself and so I lean forward to ask the woman opposite me (committing the other cardinal sin of Tube travel in London by attempting to engage a stranger in conversation).
So, I lean forward towards her to ask if she would mind just checking/confirming if she can see any blood. My head leans forward and down slightly as she looks up, at which point two things happened simultaneously. I feel a sudden heavy flow down my face and her face goes from mildly irritated at the distraction to blanched white in horror. At this point I pretty much realise that, yes, yes, I very clearly am bleeding. Very heavily in fact.
I get off at the next station, walking down to the platform to the ticket office, watching local commuters on the platform recoiling in horror from me as I do so, before being rushed off to hospital to have several stitches put into the top of my head (evidently I looked like that ending scene from Carrie).
And that, gentle readers, is why I can only rebutt with....
Aldgate East.
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It's all saltwater these days:
Ocean, tears and heartbreak soup
Half alive in a whitecap foam
Half in love with a white half moon
I gingerly reached up and touched where my head was still throbbing slightly, pulling my fingers back to see a tiny spot of claret on the end of one of my fingers. "Oh that's not good!" I think to myself
This is an enjoyable sentence to read. Good imagery.
To this day, one of my deepest regrets is that I never actually got to see just how bad I actually looked. I only have the horror-stricken faces of everyone I interacted with that morning to warm the twisted depths of my soul at night refer back to.
Also, thank you for the comments. After the day I've had I needed some positive reinforcement.
It's all saltwater these days:
Ocean, tears and heartbreak soup
Half alive in a whitecap foam
Half in love with a white half moon
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Zonugal(He/Him) The Holiday ArmadilloI'm Santa's representative for all the southern states. And Mexico!Registered Userregular
It's a game of naming Tube stops and the winner is the one that gets to Mornington?
I mean,
sure, if you're playing by Henry VIII rules, I guess
Look
I've had minimal sleep and a toddler with ear infections and trouble breathing.
The finer points of British comedy is eluding me at the moment.
When dealing with foreigners, it is my experience in this life that the British will often quite happily just say words at random and pretend that there is a method to the madness just for the sake of watching others be confused.
This is not to say that there may occassionally be an esoteric and/or antiquated word game with which they may be familiar
but separating the nonsense from actual historical pass-times only adds to the confusion, and thus the merriment for those in the know, and therefore itself becomes a sort of meta-game of “IS THIS REAL OR BULLSHIT”.
Essentially the Brits perfected trolling centuries before the internet was invented.
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No I'm not good enough to be around other people.
The internet is the only way I stay sane sometimes. Friends say I'm very outgoing and confident in myself and genuine, but a lot of that stems from the fact that I'm quite a bit of a loner who doesn't really want to go out and interact with friends all that much. I've got 3 close friends, of which she's 1, and then a bunch of other friends/acquaintances but I don't interact with them every month.
The internet has really allowed me to be exactly where I want in my social interactions. Some days I really need physical social interaction, but a majority of the time talking of discord or skype or the phone is just as good for me.
All that said, finding the right balance is necessarily an individualistic thing and something that takes a lot of introspection to find and be happy with yourself for.
Uriel you ARE good enough to be around other people. I guarantee you there are people near you that would love to interact with and be friends with you. There's someone for everyone. It's hard to get yourself out of the rut you're in -- trust me, I definitely get it -- but you have to push past the numerous trees that cloud your judgment and try to see the forest. Force yourself to go out. Force yourself to have social interaction the same way you might force yourself to exercise.
ok but instead of that, dog memes
In particular my last relationship ended (albeit by my action) because she didn’t know what she wanted, so this is more of “I have been there also and remember how fucking bad it sucks” type of bro.
Assuming you are not a Nazi, I’m very comfortable disagreeing with this statement.
Edit: I feel compelled to express that I know that you are not a secret Nazi.
No it isn't too harsh it's the truth.
It just the truth sucks is all.
Now I try to find at least one reason to leave on my days off. Shopping, dinner with a friend, volunteering, etc.
I am (well, 'delighfully' is debatable) British and I don't understand any of it - I was initially bamboozled by Liiya's comment and it all sort of went downhill from there
Ocean, tears and heartbreak soup
Half alive in a whitecap foam
Half in love with a white half moon
if you watch carefully you'll pick it up
Also, I was thrown by Sudbury Hills.
Ocean, tears and heartbreak soup
Half alive in a whitecap foam
Half in love with a white half moon
the rules are relatively complex, or at least they seem that way at first
And then once you understand them they're very simple
Pretty happy for them
Now I'm a pretty tall bloke so I have to hunch slightly normally to get in and out of Tube trains. Added to that was that at Sudbury Hill the platform is slightly higher than the carriage floor, so you are stepping down into the train. Now, it was very early on a Sunday morning and I was running late for work - a train was already at the platform and as I started to step into the carriage the doorchimes started beeping to alert to imminent closing.
Which startled the crap out of still-sleepy me and caused me to rather suddenly straighten up, smacking my head into the door frame. After a brief moment of white hot pain which then subsided, I did that quintessentially British thing of looking around to make sure no one had noticed (didn't want to commit cardinal sin number one of causing a scene in public!) and, realising no one had (or at least everyone had the good graces to act like they hadn't seen anything), I scurried in and took a seat opposite a woman with her head buried in that morning's copy of the Metro.
After another surreptitious look around the carriage (good, still no one looking), I gingerly reached up and touched where my head was still throbbing slightly, pulling my fingers back to see a tiny spot of claret on the end of one of my fingers. "Oh that's not good!" I think to myself and so I lean forward to ask the woman opposite me (committing the other cardinal sin of Tube travel in London by attempting to engage a stranger in conversation).
So, I lean forward towards her to ask if she would mind just checking/confirming if she can see any blood. My head leans forward and down slightly as she looks up, at which point two things happened simultaneously. I feel a sudden heavy flow down my face and her face goes from mildly irritated at the distraction to blanched white in horror. At this point I pretty much realise that, yes, yes, I very clearly am bleeding. Very heavily in fact.
I get off at the next station, walking down to the platform to the ticket office, watching local commuters on the platform recoiling in horror from me as I do so, before being rushed off to hospital to have several stitches put into the top of my head (evidently I looked like that ending scene from Carrie).
And that, gentle readers, is why I can only rebutt with....
Aldgate East.
Ocean, tears and heartbreak soup
Half alive in a whitecap foam
Half in love with a white half moon
Also, thank you for the comments. After the day I've had I needed some positive reinforcement.
Ocean, tears and heartbreak soup
Half alive in a whitecap foam
Half in love with a white half moon
The bar directly across the street from the venue is serving Zimas.
Is this the best day?
It might just be.
They put on Two and a Half Men instead...
I don't see the problem.
Oh dang, ok hang on, I'll try to help
ahem
Two and a Half Men sucks
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w-well... the joke sucks too!
*throws sand*
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BULLSHIT
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It's a game of naming Tube stops and the winner is the one that gets to Mornington?
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I mean,
sure, if you're playing by Henry VIII rules, I guess
Look
I've had minimal sleep and a toddler with ear infections and trouble breathing.
The finer points of British comedy is eluding me at the moment.
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When dealing with foreigners, it is my experience in this life that the British will often quite happily just say words at random and pretend that there is a method to the madness just for the sake of watching others be confused.
This is not to say that there may occassionally be an esoteric and/or antiquated word game with which they may be familiar
but separating the nonsense from actual historical pass-times only adds to the confusion, and thus the merriment for those in the know, and therefore itself becomes a sort of meta-game of “IS THIS REAL OR BULLSHIT”.
Essentially the Brits perfected trolling centuries before the internet was invented.