by chance does "cheer up" mean something completely different where you live?Nouw said:Feel a bit better now?
I know somebody's going to hate me for this but listen to this song
I just find it impossible to not smile when I listen to that.
by chance does "cheer up" mean something completely different where you live?Nouw said:Feel a bit better now?
Well I don't know about you, but it makes me feel a lot better listening to it.kickyourass said:by chance does "cheer up" mean something completely different where you live?Nouw said:Feel a bit better now?
I know somebody's going to hate me for this but listen to this song
I just find it impossible to not smile when I listen to that.
I loved that forth one. Where is it from?Swollen Goat said:Sim! You have the love of a bloated farm animal, if that helps.
No?
Well...
*remember, funny is in the eye of the beholder
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And now you either are happier, or consider me to be on crack. If you are happier, I have more...
Sounds a lot like my life except I am a bit younger - Not a student, but a home owner and my wife ran off/cheated on me 3 years ago.SimuLord said:As some of you know (and others are about to find out), things haven't been going well in my life lately. A case of depression has gone from "yeah, he's a bit down, but he's functional and hasn't lost his always-infectious optimism" to me staring into the very depths of despair itself, barely able even to get out of bed in the morning.
In my university classes, I'd say I'm giving maybe 20% of my maximum effort potential, no small thing considering I have four group projects due this month and don't want to disappoint what basically amount to 12 different people (3 in each group) who are counting on me. But I just don't have the motivation---to say I feel trapped by my choices in life is putting it mildly. I wish I had the stones to just leave all the business stuff behind and focus exclusively on my writing, but:
- I can't muster up any creativity thanks to the constant sadness (I'm a humorist---it's hard to be funny when you're dying inside and your humor depends entirely on an unrelenting and genuine cheerful nature), and
- By the time I get all my work done for my business classes I feel like nothing but a machine.
Even my professors have noticed---three of them (out of five!) have asked me why I'm majoring in something I have no passion for, and my answer (money) doesn't seem to do much good.
I think a lot about how my marriage ended last year. Quite simply, I failed her. A woman who loved me, who treated me like the king of her world...and who left, probably in no small part because my constant failures trying to adjust to being "normal" so I could give her the life I promised her when we first got together, with the house and the kids and me making enough money that she could go to art school and I could make sure we had a roof over our heads and medicine for the kids if they got sick...that's why I majored in business in the first place. When I went back to school I still thought we were both "happily married"...turns out only one of us was. She'd lost faith in me, and even mentioned the inevitable (in her mind) unemployment and default on my student loans, like failure was the only potential option. I failed her. She didn't cheat on me, I didn't cheat on her, indeed she said "This is so hard because I still love you, but I just can't stay...not like this."
The slightest setback hits me 100x harder than it used to. I'm staring a little too long at the sharp objects and the cliffs...and it's scaring the hell out of me. Therapy isn't even an option because one, I have bad enough post-traumatic stress disorder from when my mom put me in therapy against my will as a teenager, and two, because who's gonna pay for it? I'm alone out here, I don't have health insurance, and if I'm not constantly working hard I'll end up homeless.
Yeah...this turned into a monumental wall of text. Sorry about that. I'll shut up now.
FOR DISCUSSION! Decide for yourself if "please, someone remind me that I'm worth something because I'm worse than an emo teen which is sad for a guy in his thirties" counts as discussion value.
That was at once both extremely cute and just the tiniest bit frightening. It looked like a monster from some game in small scale.Skorpyo said:To start out: