Omniverse Venting Thread

[Omni]

I have a headcanon theory that there is a god, and he deliberately sets things up to get my hopes up repeatedly, then dash them. This year just keeps supporting that theory over and over. Pound for pound it's probably the worst one of my life. This last week I've drinking whiskey every day, and I'd honestly kill myself if I didn't have that to look forward to. Unfortunately I just got told that I'ma have to live on half of what I have been living on, so I'm basically gonna fast during the weekends, eat my free one-meal-a-day during the weekdays, and just drink whiskey every day. I think that is how I survive this year.

[Koal]

I totally get where you’re coming from man. Just this year alone, I’ve attempted suicide, essentially destroyed any semblance of a relashionship Ive had with a woman for three years. Forced to move out of my Fathers house. It’s just been punch after punch, but from what I’ve seen, you’re a pretty strong person. Just roll with the punches man. One day, it won’t be as bad.

Probably.

[Jade Harley]

That's horrible, Greg, and I'm so sorry that's happening to you. You, too, Koal. That kind of suffering just isn't fair. I hope the struggle eases soon.

[Omni]

Might not be all that bad, I just found out, apparently the council guy I spoke to completely misinformed me. Though unfortunately I'm still gonna have to live on half of what I've been living on for another month (after christmas .... fucksake) and I'm still in debt, I'm no longer in horrendous suicidal mode.

[Amaterasu]

So, I've been doing this diet because of gluten/casein intolerance as you may know, but I've recently looked into finding someone locally. Partially also because I was taking 30 different nutritional complements at this point (as in, 15-20 little pills per meal, not exaggerating) and not feeling much better so I decided to get a second opinion. Now I've found a new doctor in the town I now live in which I can continue my dietary treatment with - properly. They were horrified when I showed them my list... I'm fortunate that I listened to my body and didn't take some of them because apparently they may have caused more harm than good.
Thanks, doc, for trying to keep me coming to you by making me sick with new stuff while healing what I came to you for.

[James Knight]

Daily Motion has become an irritation, in that it will not let me reset my password, nor register a new account, ALL for the sole purpose of watching TV on Roku. 


BLAST IT ALL! 

[Jams Bolero]

My house is 1.5 floors, in that the second floor is really an attic but has been adapted for me (and my siblings prior) to live in.  Exiting my door, there is a hallway to the right that leads to the bathroom, to the left is a stairwell to the dining room, and further over is a crawlspace where we store decor for Christmas every year.

My parents tell me that I need to put the stuff in there in a singular day, to which I respond with "why."  The only justification I get is "because it needs to be done," but I don't honestly see why.  We store the containers up in the attic hallway, and this only affects me.  My dad almost never comes up due to his bad knees, and my mom rarely has a reason to.  In short, I'm the only one who uses that hallway more than 1% of the year.  So why does it need to be done after all the Christmas decorations are put in their boxes?  Still don't have an answer, but I have to get it done now anyway.  Which would be fine, except that this is the worst chore of the year.

I'm over 6 foot tall about now, so naturally the crawlspace is not well suited for my long, lanky legs.  However, being the only one limber enough to enter that area easily and safely, the task is still given to me.  Alright, fine, I figure I could take a slow, methodical approach, both to save my legs and my sanity; I'll put "X" amount of boxes away today, then X amount tomorrow, then X the next day until they are all put away.  They get stored in a timely fashion, I don't feel a need to hate existence for longer than I need, and the only one who it possibly affects is me.

NOPE

Gotta do it in a blunt, brute-force-y way that I don't agree with, all because I have to take orders from parents that don't even need to deal with 20 or so boxes up in the hall.  It's not many!  It could be done in probably 4 days via an easygoing method that leads to me, the only one actually doing anything about it, enjoying life more in the process.  But instead, I have to do it the hard way.  There is a time where you need to do something you don't want to do in its entirety within a small time frame, but I feel the time frame here is artificially strict.  Yeah, this is a small thing in the grand scheme of annoyances, but it feels like my ideas are heavily disrespected simply because of those ever famous words "because I told you to."

[Jade Harley]

Lol, boxes of decorations. I know that struggle. I have to crawl in the attic to put stuff up (slanted, isosceles triangle, splinters and rat poison yaaay), thankfully it's only three trees in bags and a couple boxes. It's chilly in there and the bulb doesn't light up anything, but hey, maybe I won't bump my head this year. The rest goes outside in the freezing cold, so I hurried to put all that junk away... Honestly don't understand the appeal of having so many decorations, but I guess it's just important to my mom (dad doesn't care either way).

To be totally honest with you, I think some of the more controlling parents out there really enjoy pushing their kids to do stuff the hard way rather than the easier, nicer way, because they like the power it gives them. Because I can think of several instances where it was totally unnecessary to do something in a certain complicated way, yet my mom insisted on it being done that way, her way.

Would recommend warm socks and thick clothing, maybe even some gloves. Good luck, Jamserino!

[King Ghidorah]

My marriage is not always fantastic.

To elaborate, some of you courageous exemplars may have noticed that there hasn't been a DD update, even thought I said there was going to be one a week ago, and that at about the same time my personal writing, which had been rolling unstoppably along, came to a sudden halt. That is because last Saturday (whatever the hell the date was), my wife came home and immediately started ripping into me about the circumstances surrounding our wedding (which was five years ago, and which neither of us enjoyed thanks to a complicated tangle of reason having to do with our impressive mutual collection of neuroses). It was totally unexpected - this was an argument we've had about a dozen times, usually ending in tears and mutual conciliation, but she hadn't even brought the subject up in over a year.

I'd been planning on taking her out to dinner. I'd bought her chocolate. It was like getting hit by an airplane while out walking in fucking Chicago, and although we reached a point where we both agreed for the first time that there was nothing further to productively say on the subject, and that the argument was truly over, it was in another respect the last damn straw.

I don't hate, and I don't get mad; I get super-annoyed, and may even talk about people behind their backs like a furtive little bitch, but I don't usually carry anger around with me everywhere I go - however this time its just not going away. It's like my head is full of vindictive, whispering bees, and none of them like my wife very much. I still love her more than pretty much anything else, but I've also reached the limit of my ability to forgive her quickly for being brain-damaged and crazy (She has an emotional age of nineteen, and always will. That's when her brain stopped developing. Car accident.) Whenever she's not around - just her presence calms me down quite a bit - all I can think about is how good it would feel to throw our damn coffee-table off our second-floor balcony, along with all her breakable stuff.

I think she's hated me a little bit ever since we were first married. For the first time, although I love her more than anyone else I've ever known and dearly want her to be happy, I also sincerely hate her a little bit too.

And, abandoning my usually elaborate phrasing, its hardcore fucking with my head. So, in summary - the DD update is probably going to be another week late.

[Jade Harley]

When I was in around the second grade, my twin sister hit me in the head with a rock. Literally. She slugged it like a baseball at me, the thing hit me just at the corner of my eye, towards my hairline, and I went down like a sack of potatoes. We'd been playing pretend, so I don't think she ever really intended to hurt me, but it happened. I ended up getting eleven or so stitches for a gash on the side of my head. I don't remember being questioned about anything else, just that the doctor cleaned the wound and stitched it up. The following summer, or perhaps the next, a boy at a swimming pool intentionally slammed my head against the concrete side of a pool, in the exact same spot as last time. I had to get stitches again. The guy refused to apologize.

Now, years later, I wonder if these two injuries changed me somehow. I remember being... happier? More outgoing? But somewhere around the 3rd and 4th grades, I just closed off from the other kids. I would pick one friend and stick with them for years until they inevitably grew tired of me. I became terrified of speaking to people, would get tears in my eyes from even the slightest bit of social interaction, would get irritated and shaky when around people for too long. I no longer like to be touched anywhere on my body, which is difficult when trying to date. My memory is terrible; one time I dropped my phone in the grass right in front of my feet and forgot it was there instantly. My mom and dad both tell me how I used to be everyone's friend and would just walk right up to people, not afraid at all. I'm on medication for anxiety now, but I think the root of the problem wasn't just that my brain chemistry got out of whack on its own. I don't know, though.

[Aaron]

Could deff be a change in personaloty from a neuropsychological causation.

Unlike tests for chronic mental illness, insurance will usually cover psyche testing if it is believed that brain trauma is the root of the problem. Not telling you what to do, but that option should be on the table.

[Trixie]

Most major psychological issues form during your late teens early twenties (if caused by genetics and not by trauma). If you didn't have anxiety as a kid, but you're forming it now it could mean that you just have a mild form of it. Everyone experiences anxiety though. There are tools you can use to combat it so you don't need to be medicated as often (or at all). Deep breathing and the like. I had it extremely bad as a kid and as an adult it's more Bi Polar Manic Depression than Anxiety. 

I 100% wouldn't worry about it. It's just going to make it worse. Trust me. You need to take a step back and examine why you're experiencing it and try to rationalize and use logic to to either make it go away or to remove the trigger. 

It takes time and effort, but with practice and good support you'll be fine. Never let anyone tell you you're not normal. Ever.

I don't care if it's someone as close to you as a parent or family member. If they don't understand, shrug it off. It'll save you exponential headache in the long run.

As an FYI ALL of this is coming from personal experience. A vast amount of it.

[Cell]

Just wanting to +1 Trixie's response. Very mature and helpful.

[James Knight]

Well, I just found out I'm sick. Interrupted an activity I had planned to do today. I really hope it is not the Flu, as I have not had my flu shot yet this year but kept putting it off, because of things on the news related to it. Oh, and I'm going to need to buy a new computer soon, so there is that irritation to deal with as well.

[Hecate Rothchild]

my old man's body is falling apart. cant afford to get surgery on my shoulder my back or my knee.. nor can i afford to miss work to get said surgeries..

[Alex]

I've had three weeks of hell at work. Job eval got pushed back to Monday because a security guard at my school got arrested for illicit activities with a student. Principal (who was doing my eval) just completely forgot and spent most of the next day (workplace training b/c grades were finalized Thursday) an emotional trainwreck because this incident might set our school back a few years.

Now it's fucking February, which is traditionally my worst and unluckiest month of the year.

I'm hoping that I'll have a field trip next Friday and the eval finished up by Thursday so I can enter *next* weekend in a state of relative calm.

[Omni]

Frankly, after that kind of shit? I think any principal would want to big up their good teachers, yourself included. It does suck getting anxiety-causing things pushed back though, grah.

[Jade Harley]

Not really mad, just sad.

The bad thing about caring for livestock and making the mistake of treating them like pets is that stuff dies. It's really, really easy for anything to die. Even if you're doing everything right, they will still surprise you and die in the most surprising of ways.

I've seen calves die from a simple rainy night, not even a full storm, just because their mommas didn't move them to the hay. Dogs sometimes get hit by cars or even get into poison somehow. I've seen ducks who flew out of the coop get eaten by predators. Just last week, we amputated a ducks leg after she got attacked by something overnight or flew into something at a bad angle, snapping the foot off at the knee. I hope she will make it. A few quail die at least every month because they just aren't that intelligent and find ways to off themselves. It isn't pretty and it's horrible, because you put so much effort in and keep them sheltered, warm, hydrated, fed nutritious food, and stuff still goes and dies.

Last fall, I decided that, hey, what if I buy a certain breed and try to raise them for money? So, I got a pair of Mandarin ducks. I did my research, got all the supplies, everything. They cost quite a bit of my own money but I thought it would be worth it, because they have such beautiful plumage and bird people love them. They were supposed to lay eggs in the fall, this fall, but it didn't happen... I decided to wait until the next one, because hey, I liked them anyway and I was willing to wait forever.

Anyway, after making it through like two years with zero problems, snow, ice, rain, thunderstorms, high winds, all while having a nice big aviary, swimming pool, clean water, and feed, the Mandarin drake dies in the pool. He was literally frozen under the ice this morning, I had to break him out. I don't know what happened, if something scared him and he died or if he drowned or what.

This is the worst.

[Tearen Wover]

Oh god Jade I'm so sorry. I know how excited you were about the mandarins, and that had to be shocking to find.

[Pennywise]

So, my Skype account was hacked. I was like, no big deal, I can just change my password and that'll fix it. I attempted to change my password. Skype was like, "You need to check your e-mail for verification." I thought, well, that's okay I guess. I can just do that right now! Pull up my e-mail.... no verification code. I think, Oh, shoot, It's talking about my OLD e-mail, even though I UPDATED my registration e-mail to my newer one MONTHS ago when the same thing happened.

I pull up my old e-mail. I cannot get into my old e-mail. I guess so many passwords and get asked if I'm a robot like a billion times. The security questions ask about a honeymoon. I have never been married; I plug in things like "N/A" "None" "No" "I have never been married". I'm locked out. I'm like "ah okay so that's fine, I can just.... fucking.... fuck."

I go through the other option of skype account recovery where I fill out information from my account that I remember, like my friend's usernames and the e-mail I originally used to register. This FAILS, somehow.

Right now I'm trying the above method again. I'm just so lost. I might have to make a new account entirely, just. Frick.