The Not Happy Thread

"If you want to kill someone, dig two graves. Then nobody figures out to seek from the distant forest swamp. They focus all they attention to the graves."

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1. I'm not sure about that one. I imagine:

'But Inspector, these graves are empty.'

'Well, drain the god-damn swamp until we find those nuns.'

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Also:

"fuck the graves, use a woodchipper and a pig farm"


2. 'So mister Moose, when did you purchase the wood-chipper..?'

'No comment.'

'Was it the same day at the B&Q hardware counter on CCTV March 12th at 11.30 that you visited Applegrove Farm and welcomed whitespot Pinky and his brother Perky into your life with your deceased wife, of course..?'

'No comment.'

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3. How about you commit the murder and then assume the other guy's identity? Then you are tried for your own murder. The final chapter is incredible and startling for the readership. I think that's my best twist yet. Please nobody, no borrowing of my novel/story.

 

"Who pissed you off?"

"Man, I don't hold grudges."

"Okay, let's look at it this way. Who did you piss off?"

"When you make it to the top, there are a lot of people who get angry at you. Goes with the territory."

"Fuck this, let's cut to the chase. Who the fuck did you stick in the driver's seat, Elon?"

 

You know... I feel like a bit of a fuck'n rant right now... so buckle up for some high-octane incoherency.

Lately, I have been at the peak of happy, haven't hated myself for over three months, haven't even thought of touching a drop of whiskey. At a bit of a small moment of fear the weak prior to getting hired by my new job. In fact, every fucking time I think about the fact I No longer work for that wretched place, I get extremely excited. The mere thought that I no longer have to step foot in that Pharmacy, hear Lane 1... or 3 pharmacy calls... that I no longer have to deal with the bullshit politics and drama of that place. The mental manipulation and whatever hell my coworkers and I went through. I get ecstatic.

So, why am I here then and not the Happy Thread! it's because it should have never gotten to that point, playing on the fears I wouldn't find a better job, the abusiveness towards employees and customers, treating them as numbers to be controlled by a machine. as I mentioned the mental manipulation and constant lies of Management, the sheer incompetence of Management, never able to take the blame for anything... it was always someone else.

I understand to a degree I should have gotten out sooner, and I almost did but chickened out due to uncertainty, being fired was the best day of my life (easier said now that I have a new job) as it forced me to finally do what needed to be done. and that was Job Hunting. I applied for Pharmacy jobs, but truth be told, I was fucking tired of Pharmacy. Didn't care anymore to be a Tech, almost didn't renew despite still being employed. In fact, I think I still have just a couple hours left to fore fill, not that it matters now since I Have no intentions of renewing my licenses.

My new job requires my body and not my mind, allowing it to do other things such as write or just enjoy the view since i am outdoors and have a lovely view of the mountains to admire. for my situation, the Pay isn't bad, and I for once am in some control of deciding if I want to come in on my days off, come in early, etc. I can fucking say no if I wish, something I couldn't do with my previous job, despite it being allowed. Oh, you can say no, but then get lectured or chewed out by management for not coming in on your day off.

Last week, I did my first 6-day week at my new job, it was my decision, my choice to do it... and it was great... I spent the majority of the time writing and waiting for something to happen. LOL. Fine by me, it was practically free money. Risk Vs reward is blown way out of proportion with Reward winning, and I am more than happy to take it. By some roll of the dice and divine intervention, I got a pretty sweet deal now. Just don't fuck it up. LOL.

 

GOTTA use that in something! LOFL
groooove J-dub!

 

12 guage loaded with wedding rings? I know how to custom load...

 

Going up the escalator on the way to work and someone behind me crashes into me. I turn, he shocks backwards, cringes, and starts gibbering to himself.

Fucking psycho, and that's a medical term, we've got a large outpatient facility in town.

I glare, turn back around, and that's when he grabs me, from behind, on an upward bound escalator.

Your right to consideration for the voices in your head ends the moment you lay hands on me.

I'm pretty sure my yelling at him drowned those voices out, if only for a moment.

Last I saw him he was ducking and weaving his way through the station like a WWI courier making his way through no man's land. Hope he either gets his meds or gets hit by a bus.

 

Maybe he's not psycho -- maybe there's a story there.
Probably not, but ...might be a good prompt for a contest.

 

I just typed up a bunch of responses to an asinine and pretentious douche-bomb of a forum post before deleting all of it. I spent the majority of my formative years in the fetid underbelly of the irc. Have I not learned my lesson yet? Do not engage! Gah.

ETA: I'm pretty sure my typing speed goes up by at least 30 WPM when I am angry typing.

 

Okay, how many other people here immediately thought:

"I hope he's not talking about me."
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[EDIT: USENET vet here. From the Telebit trailblazer days.]

 

I did the same and quickly deleted.

 

Putting random passersby in danger of being pulled down a moving escalator means whatever backstory he had had better be more frightening than being kicked down said escalator.

As a semi-progressive, tolerance for the mentally ill is one of the things I struggle with most. My stepmom is clinically paranoid, suicidal, hears voices, and is slowly destroying my dad's retirement. Combined with the physical illnesses she has, were she a pet and not a human being, I know what treatment a vet would recommend. My best friend's wife is headed the same way, one of these days she's going to come at him with a kitchen knife because he's been "replaced," or burn the house down to find the cameras and microphones "they" have planted in it, and having to ride the bus that goes up to the outpatient clinic can be a chore when you're trying to read the news on your tablet but the guy next to you is yelling at every third car that passes by and another one is barking and sobbing as he walks up and down the aisle counting all the seats over and over.

I'm an orthoprax tolerant, what goes on in my head in such situations is not nearly as polite as my exterior demeanor would suggest.

ETA: Fully aware that I may be the douche-bomb, but I identify as an enema nozzle.

 

I sympathize. We once had a friend go through some issues, and he was in a facility for a short while. We were the only one who visited -- anyone, not just him. Those people needed love, maybe more than most of us, but it seems few people have the courage and the emotional durability needed to give it to them. Not sure I would, in a really serious case. Just one more test I'd rather not take.

 

You are not.

Psychosis is hardcore. These people need mental health teams.

 

I took that test, with my mother. We were also the only visitors. My heart crashed when I met some of them, beautiful people. One girl composed serious works on the piano, only to forget each time, and something different each time she sat. Wondrous, and tragic. My mother taught her to play dominos with us. The girl was there because she tried to cut her 'extra' rib out. The mind... They deserve teams of love.

 

I think I need to spend the next couple days by myself. The last few times I've been with my friends I haven't really felt present, or in a particularly good mood. My friend's 21st birthday party was a couple nights ago. For most of it I just felt disconnected. I might as well have been looking in on it through the windows from outside. I could barely bring myself to mingle for more than a minute at a time.

Of course, I can put on a good happy-act, smile and all that because I don't want to draw attention or pity; that just makes me feel worse.

It wasn't all bad. I don't regret going by any means. But I don't know, I was very out-of-it. Tired. Wrapped-up in my head. Agitated and distracted by a couple of the XY chromosomes in the room. And everybody was way more intoxicated than I was. Hell, by 1:00 AM I was sober and feeling a headache coming on, and the party was only getting started then.

Thanks for all the kind responses to my last post, by the way.

My friends are planning on taking a trip to the UP and I almost feel spiteful. I'm not going. Fear-of-missing-out be fucking damned.

I'm uninstalling my Snapchat right now. I'll miss the memes but otherwise I have hardly anything to contribute to the conversations, I'm not a fan of "communicating" with people via pictures with cringe-inducing filters, and when I do actually have something to contribute I feel like I have to compete for the spotlight.

 

Hello, friend.

Put this in your head. I am not a coward. I am not a fool. Just means my time didn't come, yet and that's fine. Do other people push me to get married? To find a partner? What they do not know if there's a fighter inside me, that for now seeks to improve other objectives in my life. There are other important tasks to finish. Love will come. I only need to love myself first, to be kind to myself. Time to myself so at the end, I will find happiness.

I am in your position Foxx. I am still single, but you know what? I don't care. Yes, I wish I could have a partner, but for that, I need to finish important business. Improve my English for my future career, taking a concept-art course. So my suggestion is to find goals in your life. Fulfil yourself first. Is this selfish? For some people maybe, but you must take care of yourself first. But of course, in balance, don't a complete 100% selfish person. Love will come.

I hope this helps. And don't give up, keep fighting! You have only one life, don't waste it.

 

A friend's relative went missing a couple of weeks ago. A search commenced, and a body was found. The initial assumption was suicide, but that has now been ruled out. Someone killed them. Problem is, they handled the evidence and didn't do a crime scene because of said assumption. Morons. Like losing a family member wasn't enough.

 

That's terrible! Those poor people. And those poor potential future victims if they can't find the murderer because of their incompetence.

 

Where police is that incompetent?

 

In theory, anywhere in the world. But in this particular case, Ireland.

 

They're that bad in Canada, too. It's bullshit, especially considering it's they job and peoples lives are on the line. And according to Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences of the United States of America, it's been estimated that roughly 4% of people on death row in the States are and were innocent, with wrongful convictions becoming more prevalent the less high profile the crime is. So I'm not going to say it's much better there either.

 

In other not happy news that doesn't involve anyone I know:
A 25 year old woman was choked and stabbed in the neck, and left for dead on a beach in Ireland. The assailant was a 15 year old boy, posing as a 19 year old. Upon regaining consciousness some time later on, she dragged herself to the footpath, where she collapsed and an ambulance was called. WTF happened to the world?!?
The part that really adds insult to injury for me is that in court, his mum hugged and kissed him before and afterwards! If that was my child, I doubt I'd even attend at all. I wouldn't want to be associated with such a dangerous vicious individual, blood or not.

https://www.msn.com/en-ie/news/newsireland/i-thought-i-was-taking-my-last-breath-victim-who-had-throat-slashed-by-boy-15/ar-BBVeBFr?ocid=mailsignout

 

This is way too TMI and I may end up deleting this. But it's making my anxiety go off the charts today, and while I should be voicing my concerns to someone, I'm not sure when or how to go about it so I'm kind of wanting to just show him this. Better yet, I'm hoping he'll randomly stumble upon it so I don't have to be the one to bring it up, or have to figure out if or when. (My name is Shenanigator, and I dream big.)

I have reactivated mono, which is my doctor's preferred term for Epstein- Barr. I've lived it with it for well over a decade.

So, there's this guy...We've been talking for a month, and recently he said he really likes me, and I really like him too, and we both said we don't know what that means, or even if we mean it romantically. He knows I have reactivated mono. .

Because we're not sure what "I really like you" means, this may not even be a concern...but my ethics demand I give him full information so he can take everything into account (which could be even more awkward and embarrassing if we decide our like for each other isn't romantic):

https://www.medicinenet.com/epstein-barr_virus_ebv/article.htm#epstein-barr_virus_infection_facts

[Side note: The list of symptoms in the article left off vertigo, dyslexia, and joint pain, which are my Top 3 symptoms before sore throat.]

Danger, Will Robinson! Bail! Bail! Bail!

*sigh*

And while I'm at it...Fuck you to anyone who ever inferred I'm selfish for building a life that doesn't involve dragging a partner into this mess.

 

That is incredibly shitty. I really hope they're able to produce a vaccine for it soon.

 

God, do wish for a giant bolt cutter to cut that ball-and-chain.