Whatever. Hormones.
Sep. 19th, 2005 03:22 pmPeriod got here, and I've been sliding backwards into depression and rage again.
A college acquaintance asked what I was doing for a job, and when I mentioned that I was going to be screwed for money and have to ask for help from parents, she said, "yeah, but leaning on parents isn't ideal." Thanks a lot, Sherlock. Fuck you.
I'm also convinced no one is fucking reading this thing, so why the hell not make it public? I can't convince myself to get out of bed. After M called and cajoled me out of bed, he ordered me to go do 50 pushups/situps along with the exercise. Thanks for setting impossible goals. I know he cares, but EVERYTHING feels so damn pointless and far away.
He's about the only person in my life other than maybe my parents who gives a damn, and I'd like to proclaim that he loves some illusion. He's also my only friend. The rest of the people in my life are on their way out, doing something else.
Went down to the gym, started exercising, and blew up in rage at the stupid country music playing on the loudspeakers. No way to turn them off. Fuck it all.
A college acquaintance asked what I was doing for a job, and when I mentioned that I was going to be screwed for money and have to ask for help from parents, she said, "yeah, but leaning on parents isn't ideal." Thanks a lot, Sherlock. Fuck you.
I'm also convinced no one is fucking reading this thing, so why the hell not make it public? I can't convince myself to get out of bed. After M called and cajoled me out of bed, he ordered me to go do 50 pushups/situps along with the exercise. Thanks for setting impossible goals. I know he cares, but EVERYTHING feels so damn pointless and far away.
He's about the only person in my life other than maybe my parents who gives a damn, and I'd like to proclaim that he loves some illusion. He's also my only friend. The rest of the people in my life are on their way out, doing something else.
Went down to the gym, started exercising, and blew up in rage at the stupid country music playing on the loudspeakers. No way to turn them off. Fuck it all.
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Date: 2005-09-19 07:54 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2005-09-19 08:06 pm (UTC)DAMN!
I hereby give it to you, a reminder that there are numerous other people who do give one for you. Even if some of them are woefully bad at keeping in touch aside from lurking and reading the blogs.
Sometimes I think everything *is* pointless, but there's a freedom in that if you spin it right; life is invested with whatever meaning we assign it, and there's no magical invisible standard you should beat yourself up for not reaching, because all that matters is making yourself happy (albeit an enlightened hedonism, which means this happiness can be complex and not just id).
Of course, the lack of magical invisible standard isn't compatible with religious beliefs, but if you believe in god and religion and so forth, then at least you can take solace in the fact that everything isn't pointless.
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Date: 2005-09-19 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-20 12:19 am (UTC)Remember me?
Date: 2005-09-19 08:10 pm (UTC)Re: Remember me?
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Date: 2005-09-20 12:20 am (UTC)one more reader
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Date: 2005-09-19 09:34 pm (UTC)We're reading. We're just not always overly talkative. I wonder the same thing, sometimes--but almost every time I run into people in RL I know here, they've been reading. (Well, the people I remotely care about, anyway. Friends do, and some, but not all, aquaintances do.)
Xander Harris said once, after being shot down for a date, "I'm going to go home, lie down, and listen to country music: the music of pain." There is wisdom in Buffy.
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Date: 2005-09-19 10:16 pm (UTC)I care.
I totally empathize with much of what you write, including this.
I truly apologize for not showing it enough.
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Date: 2005-09-20 04:05 am (UTC)I really care about you and worry about you. Depression naturally means you don't see a way out, and being without a visible means of support sucks. Depending on parents feels infantilizing, but it is "permitted" for a while when necessary.
You are so smart and telented. I wish you knew it.
Last week I said to my therapist that sometimes I think the only thing I am good at is procrastinating, and he just said "You know that is not true." He also said other useful stuff, but this is not my LJ.
love
Jeff
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