Spend your entire life playing video games, reading books, ignoring your friends and family and lose touch with everything you onced loved.
Sigh.
Feels bad man.txt
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Anonymous2010-04-19 11:31
When I was depressed, I would spend hours just curled up into a ball in my room and think about all the ways that I failed as human being. For some reason I can't understand, there was comfort to be found in falsely admitting to myself that I was pathetic. Maybe it was the only way I could rationalize why I felt so terrible. Any mistake I ever made would be replayed in my head over and over and magnified 100 times and I couldn't remember a time when I was happy. I couldn't think of anything good about myself. I've not lived a life full of hardships. That thought made me feel guilty about being depressed and I only considered myself more pathetic because of it.
The thing is, I was depressed a week ago. Today, I was happy for the first time in a while. It's like waking up from a nightmare.
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Anonymous2010-04-19 11:47
You guys are too melodramatic.
Somebody has to be the loser, and it was you who "picked the shorter straw". For everything good in life there has to be some bad things. Its a circle in which everything must be ballanced, for winners to be winners there have to be losers that they can make fun off so they have feel better and we stay losers.
Think of it like this: everyday niggers in africa are starving to death while fatasses like yourself waste their lifes infront of a computer. They would like to be in your postition and maybe some of you would prefer to be starve to death instead of having to be tortured with this shitty life, like me.
When i feel bad i go to ogrish.tv and watch some films , it reminds me of how shitty this fucked up world really is and that im just unhappy because i get to see illusions of "the good" life instead of the real shit.
>>1
Well, at least you had friends and something you "loved", i only had a goddamn plant which i took care of for a while until i let it die trough my own stupidity (;_;). I learned to never love anything, thats the first mistake.
What i would like to say is: everything is fucked up and it starts with yourself.
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Anonymous2010-04-19 11:48
What's so bad about playing video games and reading books? Seems like a life of luxury to me.
>>5
You're on the internet right now. On a discussion board. Discussing how you have no social contact.
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Anonymous2010-04-19 12:08
>>5
You are mistaken. It is the suppresion of the natural instinct of fighting, winning and procreating that makes such a life difficult.
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Anonymous2010-04-19 12:11
>>7
That's what he meant, dumbass. >>6
That's not what he meant, dumbass.
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Anonymous2010-04-19 12:15
>>1
Become rich, invest in art, go to galleries, fuck art sluts, be fake with art wanks, don't like art?, invest in whatever social activitie you like, go there, get fucked and wanked off, instant social life, i suggest get rich through affiliate marketing.
>>16
Oh hey, buddy! Ah yeah! Haw haw haw. Who's the most handsome prince. You. You are. Come to give me snuggles? Aw haw. You come to give me little kisses? How about you and me have a picnic.
My depression was caused by loneliness. I was unhappy because I felt that no one cared about me. I felt that I needed that. This lasted three years during which I hit rockbottom once, I was crying myself to sleep every other day and thought of killing myself. I had developed a strong fear of socializing. Being unhappy made me more unhappy because I considered happiness as something without which my life would have no meaning. Not being able to do what I felt I needed to be happy (socializing) made be even more depressed (and more fearful of socializing). This vicious circle is what creates depression and S.A.D. It is the primary reason why all those rather small events managed to completely destroy my emotional wellbeing.
Changing my attitude regarding emotions is basically what cured my depression.
After three years of being depressed I basically cracked. I decided I would no longer care whether I'm happy or not. I was intending to accept being unhappy as long as I'd devote myself to something I felt was worthy. The idea was to become a sad but awesome person. I already had made the decision to study mathematics (my favorite and best subject) and become a researcher. I was doing good in my studies, which was not surprising. I really loved mathematics. I valued the purpose of contributing to mathematics very highly. So, what I did was simply to dethrone happiness as my no. 1 priority in life and put contributing to mathematics in its place.
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Anonymous2010-04-21 6:49
>>20
So you replaced the desire to socialize with the desire to learn math? In the final paragraph you stop mentioning socializing and just talk of happiness in the abstract. The problem is, while I agree that happiness is irrelevant to the fact of being alive, to fully be alive you need to be able to experience and learn. The pain you felt from not being able to socialize is the pain of knowing you're being stunted. Communication with other humans is essential for the development of your mind, otherwise you become narrow-minded and stuck in one mindset, mind you this isn't always the case.
Basically the rule of thumb is: Do I feel good when I isolate myself from others? If yes then you don't need interaction with others to experience and learn from life to the full; you are a rare breed. But if it makes you feel bad, or unhappy then it can't be dealt with by transcending it. The pain that comes from not having essential needs met is not the same as the generalized happiness/unhappiness you talk about in the final paragraph exclusively. Math won't mask the need for interaction for long. You must get over your social fears and make some friends, it is essential to you not going insane.
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Suigin!fKazami5bE2010-04-21 8:35
ahhhhh
You're life does not suck and you're not a loser, my life is the one that sucks. My dad died of cancer, and my mom died while giving birth to me. My dad blamed me for it and liked to prove it by hitting me and telling me that only mother killers cry. I was placed in special education classes because without a tounge I was unable to speak. I was held back three times because the teacher lied about my grades, she did this so she could have rape me. She weighed over 500 pounds and sounded like a horse trying to eat a dead clown. The only reason I passed special-ed high school because the school would no longer keep me.
My weight rivals that of five average goon neckbeards (a person with a neckbeard), and my neckbeard looks like a bird nest mixed with shit and cheetos. My dad died and gave all of the money to the local church and the priest ran off with everything. I had to take a job at McDonald's as the "special" guy that works at those places, not because I'm retarded, but because the manager was the woman from my old school that raped me.
One day I walked into the living room of my 200 square foot apartment and saw a black cat get run over by a guy in a truck. I waddled outside in time to see him back up and crush another cat, I was walking the shoulder of the road and the guy hit me as he tried to drive away. Somebody called the police and the police gave me a citation for not keeping my cats on a leash, even though they were not my cats, and the guy in the truck successfully sued me for the damage to his truck.
My face is covered in deep rooted acne that can only be cured with surgery, or a very thick needle. Working as the special worker at McDonald's does not pay very well so I tried to needle the zits out, now I have zits and scars on my face. The rest of my body is hair and acne, I have to cover my bed in talcum powder so I can keep away the pain long enough to pass out from exhaustion.
I am fully deaf in one ear and I can only hear a high pitched whine in the other ear. I can only see the colors red, orange, and yellow. Having no tounge I have never tasted food. My nose is so full of snot and other assorted crap that I am also unable to smell.
The only time I ever interact with people outside of work and the forums is going down to the local game store where I buy used copies of 5 year old games because I only make minimum wage.
This account was given to me out of pity, and I am only able to access it at the library. I'm fairly sure nobody goes near me at the library because I have not been able to shower for the last three years of my life.
The only joy I have in life is pretending to be other people.
Are you trying to tell me YOUR life is worse than mine? Well fuck you and the elephant that trumpeted you in to this place.
The only joy I have in life is pretending to be other people.
When I was in highshool, I would lie awake nights and imagine my alternative life in Japan to the most minute detail.
I still have the layout of my home and the names of every classmate remembered. It wasn't pure fantasy either. I would live out some uneventful days, too. Days where I would just hang with "Yakumo", my best friend, or hang out at home watching TV and studying.
This went on for about three years. I would live out my day as normal, but then spend several hours at home just lying in bed and dreaming of this world. My parents thought it was depression, but it wasn't. I'd just found a place I liked to be. Finally, I graduated highschool and on the night of my graduation I lay in bed and had my /other/ graduation.
It was very sad saying goodbye to everybody, and I still miss them. I told them I was going abroad to go to college, which is where I am now. A part of me likes to imagine it all really did happen, that I really did just move abroad to go to college and that maybe I'll really see them again some day.
>>22 I can only see the colors red, orange, and yellow
That's impossible, so not only is this a SomethingAwful copypaste and made up, the guy you wrote it doesn't even understand that yellow isn't a primary color and is just a mix of green and red light.
Ridiculous.