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If I wasn’t hungry before, I’m certainly not hungry now.
If I wasn’t hungry before, I’m certainly not hungry now.
It’s true that things got a little out of hand early on, but you have to admit that Jupiter’s methods worked out in the end.
Orange One, you’re our only hope…
On point, one might say.
Bernie just has to try a little harder to stay on the ballet.
He does a good job staying on his toes.
Yas (pronounced yuhz)
Thanks, I appreciate it.
And each of those small tasks is a boulder that needs to go up and over the mountain. And there’s no satisfaction for handling boulder #1, because boulder #2 has been looming the whole time. And so on. And when all of the boulders have finally been moved, the next mountain is right there. It’s different than the first mountain, and all of the boulders are different. Each boulder and mountain takes more and more energy. There’s no end. No reward for finishing. Just boulders all the way down. Or up, in this case.
I’m tired, man.
Just wanted to say thank you for this reply. Trying to un-knot and maybe get something accomplished today so I need the in-depth reply spoons elsewhere. But it’s appreciated.
To be fair, there are a lot of garbage-tier therapists out there. And the vast majority of us can barely afford the short list of those that happen to take the insurance our employers chose. It’s freaking hard, man.
I would say definitely try to minimize the doom scrolling tho, cut out some of the news if you can. I find life easier to deal with if I’m not always worried about how bad the world is outside.
When I was young I was a news junkie. Like, watching the local network news for an hour, then the world news. Every weeknight. This turned to news radio as an adult, especially since it was the only way to get traffic info at the time (yes, I am old). I cut this out save sports for many years, before there even was doomscrolling lol. Never had any social media to speak of for the longest time. Even when I joined Reddit about 10 years ago, I was just there for the niche hobby subs and avoided /all and /top like the plague.
Speaking of… when Covid hit it became fairly imperative to keep up with events. And it came right on the heels of getting screwed on a house purchase, and precipitated the work situation going from bad to worse. Felt like every time I tried to take a step forward I got a baseball bat to the kidneys, while the outside world made me question if the boneheaded decisions made in horror movies were really all that unrealistic.
The ironic part is that I had serious trouble finding decent mental health treatment while paying out the ass for insurance, since all it seemed to cover was pill mills and unqualified social workers (which I then had to further cough up dough for). So when I had a breakdown this past winter I was pretty much hopeless. But somehow, the Evil Socialist Freeloader Plan (aka Medicaid) let me hit the freaking lottery for both group and individual therapy (unhelpful PHP detour notwithstanding). I feel like I’m making actual progress.
The catch: in a month or two I’m either going to be homeless, or spending all of the spoons doing something I’ll hate in exchange for maybe enough little slips of paper that prove I’m allowed to exist (or, ya know, sleep). Either way, the clock is ticking, and the doc is slow-walking my meds. Meanwhile I’m selling off personal items to pay bills, and come November there may not be a functioning SSA to process my disability claim that that I still haven’t fully filled out because of executive dysfunction and the work questions being triggering.
Tick tock, tick tock.
paralysis intensifies
I wish this had been me. Instead I stayed at one cushy but low paying job for a decade, then a progressively more and more toxic and stressful one for another decade before I limped away. AuDHD/anxiety/depression is a removed of a bear trap.
Adderall gave me panic attacks during routine problems at work. I pretty much went through all of the stimulants ~20 years ago before I said “no mas” to the pharma-go-round. I’d been rawdogging reality for 25 years, how bad could it get?
Narrator: Yes.
I looked that one up a bit ago. The source is Jiddu Krishnamurti, but it doesn’t look like the common quote is accurate:
It sure is more concise, though.
It all sounds so simple, doesn’t it?
…I can dig it.
Also a long time fan - seen his act live 4 times lol. I can relate to missing some things - it took me 30 years to get the joke in “She Never Told Me She Was A Mime” - and it’s in the title. There are some absolute gems hiding in the earlier albums. I’ll Be Mellow When I’m Dead, One More Minute, and Stuck In A Closet With Vanna White are all standouts for me.
One that really came out of left field for me was Skipper Dan. It felt like I was simultaneously being called out and heard. Subtle genius.
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