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I walked this through with my therapist today & it helped. But it made me think of a fun question:
What’s a song that perfectly describes your worst breakup / end of relationship?
Mine wasn’t discovered til a couple years after our separation, but “Night Shift” by Lucy Dacus feels the most accurate. Every time I hear it, I’m right back there.
This song comes about as close to describing what it was like that time my heart was shattered into a million pieces from a romantic love ending. It has honestly never been the same. It is all duct tape and glue stick and twine and it leaks and is longing and sad. It doesn't help that there was no choice in the matter. At least when there is choice, there is some kind of understanding.
It it very bittersweet when I go back and read old posts like this.
Seven months ago, I asked LoveLuckLaughter to go hike some caves and waterfalls on a cold, crappy Oct weekend. Best idea I've ever had. Caught more feelings out on those strolls in the woods than any one man deserves. And I'm still falling head over heels for her crunchy, unicorn-asss every second since.
LLL drove 6 hours to surprise me with homemade soups and Japanese horror flicks last night, before driving straight back to work this morn. I'm one luckyasss fuck.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
I don't know where else to put this, but my dreams are getting shorter and way more vivid: this is the third time I woke up between 11:30-4. I have to be at work at 10 for a 18hr day.
This one I am arrested for assaulting a group of people who stole all of my property from a rental space. But I catch one of them outdoors and land one punch - obviously by this part of the story some large white male (It could be a reference to like 3 different people) apparently beat the shit out of him.
I remember the dream enough that I know there was another guy who gets away, but as I expect, as I try to figure out if any of my stuff is left the cops arrest me for felony assault, repeatedly telling me "I'm cooked" - even using part of my dream when I explained the tablet to him. Which was the catalyst for me originally stopping the rest of the robbery. I expect to be arrested as they find info, but then they put the charges that I told the other guy to beat him to a pulp, and then send me to a prison (not a jail). They are explicit in the dream by talking about colors and tagging which are specific to prisons.
Also: I looked the officer dead in the face, it was the one who put my face against the face for smoking pot, I just remember the specific arrest. Hard to forget a grade A thumb.
Shoutout to the two kids next to me at this Turnstile show having a drunken but deep philosophical discussion. Something about God's greatest accomplishment being his biggest mistake because humans behave terribly.
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Heather (my ex) had a grandmother who passed away earlier this month, and the wake was yesterday. There's a lot for my brain to wrap around this one.
It was the first time in a while where my parents came to RI to see me. However, they just picked me up, went to the funeral parlor, stayed at my house for like 20 min afterwards, then went home. My mom spent most of the time there talking with Heather, and introducing herself to Heather's new boyfriend. Meanwhile, I spent most of the time meeting up with Heather's family - since I haven't seen most of them in a while. I tend to like her family better than most of mine, and it feels like I got kicked out of it because nothing made Heather happy.
I have been starting to make huge mental health mistakes over the last 4 weeks or so, with COVID severely worsening it all, and I can see the slide down the slope. I am feeling overwhelmed in correcting course. So I am saying it out loud to provide myself with accountability. I get pretty seasonal as is, and am headed for a full on bed-in if I don’t get my shit together.
1) sleeping or staying in bed until 1pm when the sun sets at 4:30. Ooof. 2) the only vegetable I have had lately was the arugula on my pizza. Have gained 5lbs. Very unhealthy eating. 3) have not worked out in a month. 4) previously drank 1/2-1 gallon of water daily. Currently drinking 1L at best. 5) grumpy 6) have not started or finished projects and hobbies. 7) am not taking medicines and supplements daily 8) increasing alcohol consumption over the last 2 weeks in comparison to last month. 9) isolating/not contacting friends to hangout. 10) not applying makeup, creams, or changing clothes. Poor self-care. 11) falling asleep on the sofa with the television on. Not following healthy routines. 12) negative thinking and self-chastising for normal human thoughts and emotions. 13) not completing chores.
I didn’t frame those very well. Probably should have stated them as forward thinking, positive goals for change. But these are the bare bones of it.
Today I will increase my fluid intake to at least 48oz, look for an activity that involves socializing, have at least one healthy meal and go outside and sit on the porch before sunset.
How've ya been since this post? Any of these items move in the direction you want them to?
"Oh, I don't know, I guess I think about killing myself pretty frequently. And why not? What's so great about living? You know when I'm happy? For about five seconds in the morning when I first wake up, before I remember who I am and what my life is all about: anxiety, disappointment, diarrhea more often than not. (sighs) I don't know if there's an afterlife, but who cares? Nothingness couldn't be any worse than this meaningless march through my empty days."
Aside from the suicidal thoughts line, the rest of this quote is basically current thought. I have to keep reminding myself that I have friends and people give a shit, and things aren't really so terrible.
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We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
First or second nightmare, just woke up (flipped schedule for work). My family disowned me because they decided with the rest of the world that I was a pedophile. Specifically this story is a continual one that keeps adding layers - but the short of is it - the world believes that as a (age never specified) year old I "touched" a 19 year old woman and everyone, with no evidence believes her and has decided to disown me, take property away from me, and stop engaging with me. To the point of no contact, no eye contact, and running away from me.
I just had the my family personally gives me a court restraining order as the wake up.
edit: Update-- the heat is officially off at 2am!! that makes so much sense landowner. I feel like I have to prove this constantly to my roommate to the point, I just have given up and have a heater under my desk.
Is the heat on yet? Are the nightmares getting any better?
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
I have been starting to make huge mental health mistakes over the last 4 weeks or so, with COVID severely worsening it all, and I can see the slide down the slope. I am feeling overwhelmed in correcting course. So I am saying it out loud to provide myself with accountability. I get pretty seasonal as is, and am headed for a full on bed-in if I don’t get my shit together.
1) sleeping or staying in bed until 1pm when the sun sets at 4:30. Ooof. 2) the only vegetable I have had lately was the arugula on my pizza. Have gained 5lbs. Very unhealthy eating. 3) have not worked out in a month. 4) previously drank 1/2-1 gallon of water daily. Currently drinking 1L at best. 5) grumpy 6) have not started or finished projects and hobbies. 7) am not taking medicines and supplements daily 8) increasing alcohol consumption over the last 2 weeks in comparison to last month. 9) isolating/not contacting friends to hangout. 10) not applying makeup, creams, or changing clothes. Poor self-care. 11) falling asleep on the sofa with the television on. Not following healthy routines. 12) negative thinking and self-chastising for normal human thoughts and emotions. 13) not completing chores.
I didn’t frame those very well. Probably should have stated them as forward thinking, positive goals for change. But these are the bare bones of it.
Today I will increase my fluid intake to at least 48oz, look for an activity that involves socializing, have at least one healthy meal and go outside and sit on the porch before sunset.
How've ya been since this post? Any of these items move in the direction you want them to?
ooops. Late entry lol.
I have definitely increased my fluid intake. Went to the gym last night and worked out on Sunday night. Going on Saturday as well. Biking this afternoon. Eating a little better for sure. Lost 3lbs already. Medications and supplements in order. Have been a champ and doing chores for at least the last week. Decreased alcohol consumption again. Not like October, but once a week and few drinks. I have this wine Advent calender that starts tonight tho...But I am not someone who is compelled to overdrink after just one, so it will be fine. I have gone up to my own bed to sleep over 1/2 of the nights in the last 2 weeks. I'm still a grumpy bitch and I do not shy from telling myself that.
I call all of that a huge win and a def move in the right direction. Thank you for asking and I'm sorry that my response was so delayed. Love ya and I hope you are feeling great yourself.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
How've ya been since this post? Any of these items move in the direction you want them to?
ooops. Late entry lol.
I have definitely increased my fluid intake. Went to the gym last night and worked out on Sunday night. Going on Saturday as well. Biking this afternoon. Eating a little better for sure. Lost 3lbs already. Medications and supplements in order. Have been a champ and doing chores for at least the last week. Decreased alcohol consumption again. Not like October, but once a week and few drinks. I have this wine Advent calender that starts tonight tho...But I am not someone who is compelled to overdrink after just one, so it will be fine. I have gone up to my own bed to sleep over 1/2 of the nights in the last 2 weeks. I'm still a grumpy bitch and I do not shy from telling myself that.
I call all of that a huge win and a def move in the right direction. Thank you for asking and I'm sorry that my response was so delayed. Love ya and I hope you are feeling great yourself.
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Dec 1, 2022 16:16:54 GMT -5
Totally bombing the thread. But I read a pretty good article today that reminded me of the heartbreak posts. It was Elephant Journal. Waylon Lewis tends to have some really sappy, romantic posts about love that I absolutely adore because I am a romantic sap. So I read it a lot for those. But this one was a little rough and raw.
This really only applies to certain situations, and didn't apply to anyone's tale of heartbreak specifically. And I suppose that sometimes we are the one who doesn't want to be there and need to accept that if we really did, we would make the changes needed for that to happen. And reminding ourselves of that allows us to move on and relieve ourselves of guilt, perhaps. I changed the pronouns and shortened it dramatically. There’s no greater pain than loving someone and having them not choose you, but the sad truth is that it’s not your fault. However, that doesn’t make it their fault either. Sometimes love just doesn’t work out the way we want it to.
But, any person who really wanted to be with you wouldn’t be conflicted about it. Maybe there would be things to figure out, or situations to discuss, but that would be something to figure out together. Sometimes we need to figure things out and grow, but you must realize that if they really wanted to be with you—they would be.
There’s a difference between somebody who wants you and somebody who would do anything to keep you.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Dec 13, 2022 17:25:14 GMT -5
"As it is, we are merely bolting our lives—gulping down undigested experiences as fast as we can stuff them in—because awareness of our own existence is so superficial and so narrow that nothing seems to us more boring than simply being. If I ask you what you did, saw, heard, smelled, touched and tasted yesterday, I am likely to get nothing more than the thin, sketchy outline of the few things that you noticed, and of those only what you thought worth remembering. Is it surprising that an existence so experienced seems so empty and bare that its hunger for an infinite future is insatiable? But suppose you could answer, “It would take me forever to tell you, and I am much too interested in what’s happening now.” How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such a fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself as anything less than a god? And, when you consider that this incalculably subtle organism is inseparable from the still more marvelous patterns of its environment—from the minutest electrical designs to the whole company of the galaxies—how is it conceivable that this incarnation of all eternity can be bored with being?” ~ Alan Watts, The Book: On the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
I have had some time to reflect on a situation that I have chalked up to shit happens…long story short, I was recently ghosted after a several month courtship for no specific reason. I didn’t pull a catfish trick and didn’t say or do anything in any exchanges via text, phone conversation or upon meeting up in Ohio, and I can’t blame Ohio this time because we communicated after that encounter and was planning another meeting. I have since moved on and obviously not as heavy as other posts in here, but ghosting can be more than just a tinder fling that doesn’t respond after hooking up once…”no one will ever really know anyone”
"As it is, we are merely bolting our lives—gulping down undigested experiences as fast as we can stuff them in—because awareness of our own existence is so superficial and so narrow that nothing seems to us more boring than simply being. If I ask you what you did, saw, heard, smelled, touched and tasted yesterday, I am likely to get nothing more than the thin, sketchy outline of the few things that you noticed, and of those only what you thought worth remembering. Is it surprising that an existence so experienced seems so empty and bare that its hunger for an infinite future is insatiable? But suppose you could answer, “It would take me forever to tell you, and I am much too interested in what’s happening now.” How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such a fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself as anything less than a god? And, when you consider that this incalculably subtle organism is inseparable from the still more marvelous patterns of its environment—from the minutest electrical designs to the whole company of the galaxies—how is it conceivable that this incarnation of all eternity can be bored with being?” ~ Alan Watts, The Book: On the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are
I have had some time to reflect on a situation that I have chalked up to shit happens…long story short, I was recently ghosted after a several month courtship for no specific reason. I didn’t pull a catfish trick and didn’t say or do anything in any exchanges via text, phone conversation or upon meeting up in Ohio, and I can’t blame Ohio this time because we communicated after that encounter and was planning another meeting. I have since moved on and obviously not as heavy as other posts in here, but ghosting can be more than just a tinder fling that doesn’t respond after hooking up once…”no one will ever really know anyone”
How disappointing to have put so much time, effort and emotion and have them cut off communication completely like that with no explanation. So confusing. I am rooting for you, that when you decide to dip your feet into the dating world again, that you have a better experience.
On a lighter note, as someone living in Ohio, I love the phrase "I can’t blame Ohio this time", and will use it in the future for certain.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
This is an interesting discussion -- I know there will be many opinions on this one but I found it to be the most truthful version of what I connect (or disconnect from)
This is an interesting discussion -- I know there will be many opinions on this one but I found it to be the most truthful version of what I connect (or disconnect from)
I watched about half of this the other day. Man-ness needs to change for a lot of reasons. There's just so few chances for connection that's not like "find a partner" or "find sex"
This is an interesting discussion -- I know there will be many opinions on this one but I found it to be the most truthful version of what I connect (or disconnect from)
I watched about half of this the other day. Man-ness needs to change for a lot of reasons. There's just so few chances for connection that's not like "find a partner" or "find sex"
Post by man1cpixiedreamgirl on Dec 15, 2022 22:41:25 GMT -5
There’s a great podcast called Man Enough - my brother loves it. I think it is a good anecdote to the isolation that most men who would like to leave patriarchy feel. Not for nothing, tWitch’s death is another example of how men suffer in silence for so long & it can become deadly. Men need safe spaces and platonic intimacy to feel emotions.
There’s a great podcast called Man Enough - my brother loves it. I think it is a good anecdote to the isolation that most men who would like to leave patriarchy feel. Not for nothing, tWitch’s death is another example of how men suffer in silence for so long & it can become deadly. Men need safe spaces and platonic intimacy to feel emotions.
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Dec 26, 2022 14:35:06 GMT -5
Today is the 20th birthday of my baby boys, Jacob and Matthew. I went into labor on Christmas night, after spending 3 months in the hospital on bed-rest trying to keep them in as long as possible. We made it to 31 weeks. Jacob is in his sophomore year of college, and earned all As this semester! Matthew only lived 8 hours. I went and visited him today at the cemetery. He is in the baby section. Thirteen little ones all next to one another in the cold, frozen ground. Breaks my heart all over again.
I wonder what he would be doing now if he lived. Would he be in love? Would he have the same cool curls that his brother has? Would he be more like me since Jake really takes after his dad personality and preference wise? There is so much to miss and mourn. Happy birthday, wherever you are, baby boy.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Today is the 20th birthday of my baby boys, Jacob and Matthew. I went into labor on Christmas night, after spending 3 months in the hospital on bed-rest trying to keep them in as long as possible. We made it to 31 weeks. Jacob is in his sophomore year of college, and earned all As this semester! Matthew only lived 8 hours. I went and visited him today at the cemetery. He is in the baby section. Thirteen little ones all next to one another in the cold, frozen ground. Breaks my heart all over again.
I wonder what he would be doing now if he lived. Would he be in love? Would he have the same cool curls that his brother has? Would he be more like me since Jake really takes after his dad personality and preference wise? There is so much to miss and mourn. Happy birthday, wherever you are, baby boy.
By now, most of us know who Damar Hamlin is and what happened to him tonight. I'm hoping for the best for him - that he can get back to health and recover from this.
However, this post isn’t about Hamlin directly. The general consensus is, people are praying for him and his family. Which, fine. We all feel the same way. But for those who don't believe that there's a God who interferes in dally life (atheists, agnostics, deists, etc...), how do you feel by all the calls for prayer?
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