The Not Happy Thread

I'm not sure on the Rhode Island slang of Fishbowled. but a blunt is a cigar that's had the tobacco removed and replaced by... something a little more aromatic. That often smells like skunk. Hence the term skunkweed.

 

Everywhere I've been that's always been called "hot-boxing."

 

I always hear that sung to the tune of the Hot Pockets commercial. It also sounds like a sexy sport, like the Lingerie Football league or something.

 

I can't bring myself to be productive today. I just can't do it and it's maddening. I was useless at both school and work. What a miserable day.

 

I was a pretty secretive user- didn't go out in public stoned, much less drive in cars to get stoned. Legal pot doesn't tempt me. Next month, I will have 25 years clean.

 

more so something that kinda made me sad.

For some reason, i got thinking about lemons, which reminded me of the lemon marmalade from my childhood. (i HATE lemon marmalade, but the one i got as a child, i loved it)

after scouring the internet, i cant find it

lived in Sicily as a child. one day my elementary school class went to a Lemon and Orange orchard. My dad went with me as a chaperone. he bought 2 jars of lemon marmalade and 2 jars of blood orange marmalade (both were fantastic). he had shortbread cookies and we dipped them in the marmalade on our way back to our town.
this was Trecastagni, Sicily. I tried searching "Trecastagni Orchards" then "Trecastagni marmalades" then I tried retracing my steps (my memory is really great on some things... like, i can still find my house, the pizza place we'd walk to, a few orchards and an olive grove we used to walk by on Google maps). the orchard where we had our fieldtrip falls outside of my recollection

 

I got unceremoniously dismissed from my relationship today. Just kidding, there was actually quite a lot of ceremony.

Time to drink and download Tinder or whatever the fuck people use now.

 

Travel there and retrace steps. You'll remember more than you thought.

 

Sorry to hear it. If it helps, a co-worker once had his engagement ended by text message during the Monday morning meeting.

 

Homer, you're a baby. My dating days were back in the Dark Ages when the only way to leave a message was talk to someone else in the household and hope they managed to write down one's phone number along with the words, "Call me."

 

When I clicked on a Kindle Unlimited book this morning, the Deliver To: dropdown contained a new option: Earp's 2nd Android Device. Earp does, indeed, own a second Android device. I received it yesterday after ordering it on Friday from Walmart.com, and haven't yet taken it out of the box.

I don't hate Walmart for setting that cookie, but I do hate Amazon for using it to creep me out.

 

I just ordered yet another Android device, but it was from a convoluted enough route that I hope it hasn't been logged yet.

 

Don't worry, even if the purchase failed to get logged, the Android will track you and send everything you say to the proper authorities, even when it's 'switched off', for your safety.

 

You're talking to us. That's a start.

 

Ugh, house-hunting is so infuriating. Either the lawn is crap, the inside of the house is crap, both are crap, or the seller is a huge titwaffle.

You’re talking to us — fellow human beings across the internet. That’s always a good start. Have you ever written stories about vampires? You might do pretty interesting things with the mythology. :3

 

I have gone through many stages, unsure of what to say to strangers who ask me how I am doing.

"How are you doing?"

Well, I don't want to lie. I don't want to say I'm fine. But apparently I can't tell them the truth. They're not truly interested in the truth. Even if they were, they couldn't handle it. In fact, several people have told me not to tell the truth. Therapists and authorities have literally repeatedly told me not to tell anyone about the thoughts in my head. Every time I did, people got scared and I even got into legal trouble. Would you start opening up to strangers? Why? The relationship will not last.

Having said that, I thank you for your benevolence and kindness. No, I've not done anything interesting with vampires yet. I do have one in mind, but I'm afraid it's a rather shameless copy of my life.

 

Go for it. :3 Nothing wrong with that.

But yeah, those people sound like cockwaffles. Especially the so-called ‘therapists’. Their job is to talk about what’s going on in a person’s head. They don’t wanna do that, then they shouldn’t be therapists. Be like a firefighter going ‘but I dun’t wanna fight fires!’ Tough luck, sugar cookie.

Vent away. Channel what’s going on in your head into your writing. Couldn’t hurt. Many a great authors have done it (ie, Stephen King, Emily Dickinson, Charles Dickens, Edgar Allen Poe, the list goes on.)

 

Really though, I'm fine. Thank you. I don't want people to try to make me feel better, only to be rebuffed, and then we all get upset.

 

I do think that, very often, "wellness" becomes a manifestation of comfort levels with silence and deceit. "I'm fine and how are you?" And then carry on.
I can say I'm inclined to be far more truthful in fiction than I would ever consider in memoir. It can be a real asset to "safe" self-expression.