RL Anger
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"Excuse the hell out of you. He's a bag of dicks. I'm a carefully curated box of cocks." -- to @GirlCalledBlu upon being misrepresented.
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Fair enough.
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I have an addiction. I am not using any substance or anything, but I feel I am addicted nonetheless to a certain behavior. I am a frequent customer of strip clubs, and I need to stop.
In February alone I've spent close to $600 in these clubs. Sometimes I don't even enjoy myself, I just long for physical contact and/or a sexual touch. Sometimes I enjoy the fantasy or being charming or handsome, when girls are encouraged to feign interest in you to get that money.
I need to find a way to break this cycle. Starting today I am going to try and stop. Good luck, me.
I'm a rodeo clown.
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@tragedyjones Addiction comes in many forms.
Find something to replace it even if it's not as satisfying.
You can poke me for chat or a skype call if I'm around for a distraction whenever.
"Excuse the hell out of you. He's a bag of dicks. I'm a carefully curated box of cocks." -- to @GirlCalledBlu upon being misrepresented.
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@Coin said:
@tragedyjones Addiction comes in many forms.
Find something to replace it even if it's not as satisfying.
You can poke me for chat or a skype call if I'm around for a distraction whenever.
Says the dude addicted o Skyping with me.
I'm a rodeo clown.
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@tragedyjones said:
@Coin said:
@tragedyjones Addiction comes in many forms.
Find something to replace it even if it's not as satisfying.
You can poke me for chat or a skype call if I'm around for a distraction whenever.
Says the dude addicted o Skyping with me.
I can quit any time I want.
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MOAR BITCHING: I have come to realize there are some people in the community I don't care for. Nothing so much as like, hatred or disgust, just... I want to smack some people and or ignore them. That makes me feel bad.
In case you are wondering, it is you, the reader.
I'm a rodeo clown.
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Well. No more cookies for you.
Think of leaving an addiction as a breakup. You may miss, you may want, but it's done, and time to move onto something else.
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That feeling when you have the absolute worst night of your life. Like... absolute worst. Horrible night. Driving home in the middle of a storm trying to figure out a reason to keep living. And then it comes to you.
Well, at least work hired someone new and I'll get a day off, maybe. A day off to think about things. To reassess my life and begin the process of rebuilding.
Then you get to work, and guess what? Your 6.5 days a week shift? Well they just tacked two more shifts onto your schedule this week because a co-worker who works 4 days a week was feeling stressed out and needed time off.
And by the way, they didn't hire anyone this month. Mid-March at the earliest.
...I'm not suicidal. I'm not. Hell I'm not even depressed. I just hate the idea of existence. The concept of being. Because fuck it.
P.S. - On the plus side I don't live in a third world country. I mean. Imagine how shitty it would be to hate life -and- have no food or clothing or air conditioning.
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My life can stop being an emotional and economic shitshow any minute now, thanks.
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People continually prove to me their idiocy. A client's had false alarm signals for the past six months. Each signal netted them a $200 fine. Going into the seventh month they just now tell us - and in the course of asking us to finally fix it, want to blame us for a faulty panel because a third party said so (coincidentally invalidating their warranty on their equipment) - and want us to cover their fees.
Fuck I wish my job let me yell at people.
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@Jaded said:
Fuck I wish my job let me yell at people.
I would be five times as efficient and effective at my job if I were allowed to yell at people when they do things wrong for the third fucking time.
I would probably get yelled at some, too, but not as much as certain fucktards I know.
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Welp. Didn't get the job. At least I don't have to keep waiting to hear about it.
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You know how when you were a kid and you would misbehave in public, like maybe you are running around in a store and some guy has to abruptly come to a stop with his cart full of groceries? And then the mother says ""Child be careful and apologize to the nice man".
WHEN DID I BECOME THE NICE MAN IN THIS STORY?
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Sometime after you became "Sir".
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Stopped RPing and MUSHing in an attempt to break bad habits..
Angry at bad habits, and angry that I can't RP right now.
Feeling the withdrawals from MU*ing, bad... It's a thing. =|
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@thebird I feel you. I get that way too. And then everything just kind of sets you off? Yeah, its a thing. I try to find something on the other end of that which generally makes you happy and take the edge off so I'm not getting annoyed at everything.
Today has kind of been like that for me.
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@Warma-Sheen
Yeah...doesn't help I'm stuck at the boring day job for another two and a half hours, either....
Excuse me while I go flip some tables.
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Fuck this writer's block. Hey Self-from-a-year-ago! Remember how you have this dream of having a writing career? Guess what! It doesn't ever happen if you don't write. Jesus, I feel like someone put a Ban vs Creative Writing on me or something. Oh, hey. Remember how I was going to take ~a year and write a 90k paranormal romance to submit to silhouette contest? Yeeeeeah. Half that year is gone already and we've got maybe 5k words written.
bashes her head into a wall
