I think this is a new record for me NOT posting topics in the advice forum. I hope that might semi-justify the shit I'm about to ramble on about, but I won't be surprised or all that offended if it doesn't.
Over the past couple of weeks, I've been growing more and more angry. I'm usually more well known for my occasionally explosive temper than I'd like to admit. Most of the time I cover how angry and bitter I am with humour and pass it off as comical grumpiness, but when I blow my top, suffice to say it stops being funny.
It's not necessarily that my tantrums are any more vicious, but they're more frequent. Little things just piss me off to no end, and I think it's because I'm starting to dwell on things that bother me again.
It just sometimes feels like everything's bloody hopeless. I'm struggling to get a job, struggling to bother to even try anymore. I've got one year left of uni, at which I'm studying media arts (essentially film/TV production with some photography and essay writing thrown in), and after that? I'll be on the dole, which the government seems determined to eliminate. Dole or no, I don't want to spend the rest of my life making weekly visits to a fucking jobcentre just to get shouted at by some council worker tosspot for not managing to be the one in three hundred who gets the job. Honestly, i'm not sure how long I'd last before attempting to strangle one of the little shits.
What's worse is where I'll be going back to. I don't live especially far away from home at uni, but there's a fucking world of difference. Here I have friends and places I can almost pretend to fit in. There's only two kinds of people where I used to live now, and that's old people and chavs. My friends who were there simply aren't good people anymore, I'm not sure if they ever were. Outside of my jobcentre visits, there'll just be sitting in my room playing videogames all damn day, which is terrific for a couple of weeks, but after a while you just feel yourself rotting away, days melt into one and other, and every day the things you like doing just become more and more like habits, done not because you enjoy it but because fuck, what the hell else do you have to do?
Talking of which, I've got the summer holidays coming up. I'm looking forward to the first couple of weeks. All attempts at a summer job have fallen on deaf fuckwit ears.
Finally there's that old problem again, that some part of me desperately wants a girlfriend, but I cannot hope to attract anyone. I know there's a certain proportion of it that's dumb biology. I'm pretty sure it's against our natural patterns to be a virgin at my age (22). I don't want to hear shit about how it's perfectly normal. It isn't, and we both fucking know it, and even if it's socially normal, I'm damn sure it isn't biologically. Is it possible to go batshit insane from simple lack of sex? By not fulfilling your primal goals? I don't know, I'd prefer not to find out, but I think I will at some point. However much I'd like to deny it, there's some part of it that's emotional.
And then there's society in general. I always feel like I'm not wanted here, nowhere on this planet. Why am I always the fucker getting out of people's way? Why is it fine for people to push me, but it's fucking world war 3 when I push back? I'm fed up of having to deal with people's codes and body language and bullshit. Going back to that relationship thing, you know the bullshit going on now? It's considered normal to tell someone to go away just so they'll come chasing after you. If read right, congratulations, you're fucking sherlock holmes, must be to figure that one out. However, if someone told you to go away and you didn't, and that isn't what they wanted, you'd be branded creepy. I'm constantly worried about that. I look creepy enough without the attitude to back it up. I'm constantly afraid that if I look at some attractive girl in the street for longer than a few milliseconds, I'll be branded as creepy. I'm afraid that if I talk to a girl without being prior spoken to, I'm being an asshole. Fuck, i'm terrified every time I go to my local preowned game/dvd store, that I'll have to talk to the pretty girl at the counter. when i do, I just look around, pretend to be interested by the posters, for fear of offending someone.
That's the thing. There's so many fucking rules, and different sets of rules for friends, partners, coworkers, everything. Eye contact, no eye contact, handshakes, not too loose, not too hard, oh god help you if you let go a millisecond to late or too early, god help you if you say the wrong specific word at any given time, and god help you if you don't say it when you were supposed to. It's fucking insane, and apparently that's how "normal" people are supposed to work. Nobody tells the exact truth, nobody makes anything clear, and if you get something wrong, you're instantly a fucking asshole. I am so fucking sick and tired of coping with it all, all of this fucked up world. I'm sick of asking why and being told "just because".
It just all drives me to the edge, and then all it takes is a little push for me to go apeshit.
I don't know what kind of advice I'm looking for. I'm already going to therapy now, they want me doing cognitive behavioural therapy. Apparently I'm supposed to get phoned up with a new appointment soonish. I'm just not sure how to cope with knowing this is my entire life, being shitted on by corporations and told I'm a bad fucking person for not getting the cryptic codes and shit, and it's getting to a point where I'm not even sure whether I should keep a lid on things, it feels like it all deserves for me to go apeshit at them, like that'd be reasonable, and I know damn well it's not.
Over the past couple of weeks, I've been growing more and more angry. I'm usually more well known for my occasionally explosive temper than I'd like to admit. Most of the time I cover how angry and bitter I am with humour and pass it off as comical grumpiness, but when I blow my top, suffice to say it stops being funny.
It's not necessarily that my tantrums are any more vicious, but they're more frequent. Little things just piss me off to no end, and I think it's because I'm starting to dwell on things that bother me again.
It just sometimes feels like everything's bloody hopeless. I'm struggling to get a job, struggling to bother to even try anymore. I've got one year left of uni, at which I'm studying media arts (essentially film/TV production with some photography and essay writing thrown in), and after that? I'll be on the dole, which the government seems determined to eliminate. Dole or no, I don't want to spend the rest of my life making weekly visits to a fucking jobcentre just to get shouted at by some council worker tosspot for not managing to be the one in three hundred who gets the job. Honestly, i'm not sure how long I'd last before attempting to strangle one of the little shits.
What's worse is where I'll be going back to. I don't live especially far away from home at uni, but there's a fucking world of difference. Here I have friends and places I can almost pretend to fit in. There's only two kinds of people where I used to live now, and that's old people and chavs. My friends who were there simply aren't good people anymore, I'm not sure if they ever were. Outside of my jobcentre visits, there'll just be sitting in my room playing videogames all damn day, which is terrific for a couple of weeks, but after a while you just feel yourself rotting away, days melt into one and other, and every day the things you like doing just become more and more like habits, done not because you enjoy it but because fuck, what the hell else do you have to do?
Talking of which, I've got the summer holidays coming up. I'm looking forward to the first couple of weeks. All attempts at a summer job have fallen on deaf fuckwit ears.
Finally there's that old problem again, that some part of me desperately wants a girlfriend, but I cannot hope to attract anyone. I know there's a certain proportion of it that's dumb biology. I'm pretty sure it's against our natural patterns to be a virgin at my age (22). I don't want to hear shit about how it's perfectly normal. It isn't, and we both fucking know it, and even if it's socially normal, I'm damn sure it isn't biologically. Is it possible to go batshit insane from simple lack of sex? By not fulfilling your primal goals? I don't know, I'd prefer not to find out, but I think I will at some point. However much I'd like to deny it, there's some part of it that's emotional.
And then there's society in general. I always feel like I'm not wanted here, nowhere on this planet. Why am I always the fucker getting out of people's way? Why is it fine for people to push me, but it's fucking world war 3 when I push back? I'm fed up of having to deal with people's codes and body language and bullshit. Going back to that relationship thing, you know the bullshit going on now? It's considered normal to tell someone to go away just so they'll come chasing after you. If read right, congratulations, you're fucking sherlock holmes, must be to figure that one out. However, if someone told you to go away and you didn't, and that isn't what they wanted, you'd be branded creepy. I'm constantly worried about that. I look creepy enough without the attitude to back it up. I'm constantly afraid that if I look at some attractive girl in the street for longer than a few milliseconds, I'll be branded as creepy. I'm afraid that if I talk to a girl without being prior spoken to, I'm being an asshole. Fuck, i'm terrified every time I go to my local preowned game/dvd store, that I'll have to talk to the pretty girl at the counter. when i do, I just look around, pretend to be interested by the posters, for fear of offending someone.
That's the thing. There's so many fucking rules, and different sets of rules for friends, partners, coworkers, everything. Eye contact, no eye contact, handshakes, not too loose, not too hard, oh god help you if you let go a millisecond to late or too early, god help you if you say the wrong specific word at any given time, and god help you if you don't say it when you were supposed to. It's fucking insane, and apparently that's how "normal" people are supposed to work. Nobody tells the exact truth, nobody makes anything clear, and if you get something wrong, you're instantly a fucking asshole. I am so fucking sick and tired of coping with it all, all of this fucked up world. I'm sick of asking why and being told "just because".
It just all drives me to the edge, and then all it takes is a little push for me to go apeshit.
I don't know what kind of advice I'm looking for. I'm already going to therapy now, they want me doing cognitive behavioural therapy. Apparently I'm supposed to get phoned up with a new appointment soonish. I'm just not sure how to cope with knowing this is my entire life, being shitted on by corporations and told I'm a bad fucking person for not getting the cryptic codes and shit, and it's getting to a point where I'm not even sure whether I should keep a lid on things, it feels like it all deserves for me to go apeshit at them, like that'd be reasonable, and I know damn well it's not.