Problems? I dunno
PostPosted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 10:55 pm
I rarely post here because, well, I don't feel my problems are significant enough to warrant it usually. Also I totally have a LiveJournal to whine in, but I haven't been on it lately. Just not a lot to talk about in my life really. It's been pretty uneventful.
Which is, well, sort of the problem. Or one of many problems I suppose. This is going to be kind of a rambling thread, so you'll have to excuse me if I just don't flow well or really say anything interesting. I already kind of have a thread about this kind of stuff. So why am I making a new thread? I'm not sure. Probably because of PM conversations with a couple of people I suppose. I guess that's as good a reason as any. Also I just kinda need someone to talk to? That works too I suppose.
My life has been uneventful for the most part because, well, I don't really serve any sort of purpose or have any meaning to my existence. I had a job at the Census Bureau for a while, but I screwed that up magnificently so when the time came that they could extend my employment with them for later operations they basically said "Nah we don't need you" and that was that. Granted it was my first time being "management" to a degree and it's clear I sucked out loud at it. Not that sucking out loud at things is uncommon with me, but I digress.
So, here I am, jobless. And I need a job. Except, well, with things the way they are, you know how hard it is to find someone hiring. I could probably get a job at fast food, MAYBE. That would suck, and I'd probably hate my life just as much or even more than I do now, but I need money. And since I'm pretty sure God isn't going to drop sacks of cash on my house, it's kind of a necessity for me to find a job. Even if I hate it. I mean, it'd be nice if I could find a job I LIKED and didn't make me want to die, but I have a feeling the odds of that are about the same as the odds of those sacks of money falling out of the sky.
Oh yeah, I guess I could go back to college. That'd be a great idea, what with me not having the slightest shred of a piece of a fragment of a clue as to what I would major in. Oh and not having any money to go to college is a problem too. I could always get a student loan and be in debt until I'm in a nursing home though! Nothing like being in debt your entire life to show you're a college graduate. Yeah. College doesn't seem like a good choice unless God decides to drop a neon sign from the sky saying "GO GET A MAJOR IN THIS." I kind of doubt that'll happen, mostly because I suck at pretty much everything you can think of, and it's kind of hard to find a major that doesn't allow you to be good at anything.
So yep, running out of money and I really can't think of any good options. I can think of plenty of awful ones though!
Another problem I guess I have is that if you haven't noticed, I don't take compliments well. At all. Mostly because I have nothing worth complimenting. I'm none of those things people say I am...and less! To be honest, and this is going to sound weird, but I can't help it...it hurts when people compliment me. I don't like it when people say I'm cool, or funny, or awesome. It frustrates me. It makes me feel awful. It makes me feel worse than I usually do.
I know that sounds weird. It's because I don't see anything good about myself, and when people compliment me, it frustrates me because I kind of go "No, I'm not that, but I wish I was, and the fact that you're calling me that when it isn't true makes me upset because I'll never live up to that." I really don't like myself, and I think that's at least somewhat apparent in some of my recent posts, and even in this thread.
It doesn't help that I don't feel like I fit in anywhere, for a lot of reasons. I went into this in my last thread too. I'm not free to be myself here, and very few people know that much about my life. I have a lot of stuff, skeletons in my closet, that I just won't tell people about because they're a big part of why I feel so bad about myself and as far as I'm concerned they'd do nothing but make most people dislike me. It is a bit uncomfortable to say the least.
Anyway I've been feeling like this for a while now. I'm not suicidal or anything, nor do I want to die...death actually scares me, and the concept of afterlife and eternity scares me worse. I know that as a Christian I shouldn't be scared of that stuff. After all, my soul is secure. But even if that's taken care of, the unknown is still a bit scary, even if it's supposed to be awesome...and the fact that there is something that is literally incomprehensible to us as humans, even more so. I'm starting to feel a bit uncomfortable even talking about it, so I'll shut up now before I start freaking myself out.
So yep. That's about the size of it. That was long, and probably very boring, but I'm sure many people here read the whole thing. So...thanks I suppose? XD Anyway, this is the reason for the change from the Garfield avatar, the fact that my life is really completely worthless at this point. Even if I get a job, it'll be a crap job I'll hate and wish I didn't have because it'll make me miserable and it still won't make my life have worth. I'll just be a cog in the machine, not doing anything useful or necessary, since really my only options at this point would be fast food. Which is kind of like, oh no, if I die them they won't be able to make tacos as fast, surely the repercussions of the loss will cause lasting damage to people who need to get their tacos in TWO minutes instead of three.
Anyway I don't know how to close out things well. And I don't know that there's much I can say in closing anyway. So, I will just end my post with this sentence.
Which is, well, sort of the problem. Or one of many problems I suppose. This is going to be kind of a rambling thread, so you'll have to excuse me if I just don't flow well or really say anything interesting. I already kind of have a thread about this kind of stuff. So why am I making a new thread? I'm not sure. Probably because of PM conversations with a couple of people I suppose. I guess that's as good a reason as any. Also I just kinda need someone to talk to? That works too I suppose.
My life has been uneventful for the most part because, well, I don't really serve any sort of purpose or have any meaning to my existence. I had a job at the Census Bureau for a while, but I screwed that up magnificently so when the time came that they could extend my employment with them for later operations they basically said "Nah we don't need you" and that was that. Granted it was my first time being "management" to a degree and it's clear I sucked out loud at it. Not that sucking out loud at things is uncommon with me, but I digress.
So, here I am, jobless. And I need a job. Except, well, with things the way they are, you know how hard it is to find someone hiring. I could probably get a job at fast food, MAYBE. That would suck, and I'd probably hate my life just as much or even more than I do now, but I need money. And since I'm pretty sure God isn't going to drop sacks of cash on my house, it's kind of a necessity for me to find a job. Even if I hate it. I mean, it'd be nice if I could find a job I LIKED and didn't make me want to die, but I have a feeling the odds of that are about the same as the odds of those sacks of money falling out of the sky.
Oh yeah, I guess I could go back to college. That'd be a great idea, what with me not having the slightest shred of a piece of a fragment of a clue as to what I would major in. Oh and not having any money to go to college is a problem too. I could always get a student loan and be in debt until I'm in a nursing home though! Nothing like being in debt your entire life to show you're a college graduate. Yeah. College doesn't seem like a good choice unless God decides to drop a neon sign from the sky saying "GO GET A MAJOR IN THIS." I kind of doubt that'll happen, mostly because I suck at pretty much everything you can think of, and it's kind of hard to find a major that doesn't allow you to be good at anything.
So yep, running out of money and I really can't think of any good options. I can think of plenty of awful ones though!
Another problem I guess I have is that if you haven't noticed, I don't take compliments well. At all. Mostly because I have nothing worth complimenting. I'm none of those things people say I am...and less! To be honest, and this is going to sound weird, but I can't help it...it hurts when people compliment me. I don't like it when people say I'm cool, or funny, or awesome. It frustrates me. It makes me feel awful. It makes me feel worse than I usually do.
I know that sounds weird. It's because I don't see anything good about myself, and when people compliment me, it frustrates me because I kind of go "No, I'm not that, but I wish I was, and the fact that you're calling me that when it isn't true makes me upset because I'll never live up to that." I really don't like myself, and I think that's at least somewhat apparent in some of my recent posts, and even in this thread.
It doesn't help that I don't feel like I fit in anywhere, for a lot of reasons. I went into this in my last thread too. I'm not free to be myself here, and very few people know that much about my life. I have a lot of stuff, skeletons in my closet, that I just won't tell people about because they're a big part of why I feel so bad about myself and as far as I'm concerned they'd do nothing but make most people dislike me. It is a bit uncomfortable to say the least.
Anyway I've been feeling like this for a while now. I'm not suicidal or anything, nor do I want to die...death actually scares me, and the concept of afterlife and eternity scares me worse. I know that as a Christian I shouldn't be scared of that stuff. After all, my soul is secure. But even if that's taken care of, the unknown is still a bit scary, even if it's supposed to be awesome...and the fact that there is something that is literally incomprehensible to us as humans, even more so. I'm starting to feel a bit uncomfortable even talking about it, so I'll shut up now before I start freaking myself out.
So yep. That's about the size of it. That was long, and probably very boring, but I'm sure many people here read the whole thing. So...thanks I suppose? XD Anyway, this is the reason for the change from the Garfield avatar, the fact that my life is really completely worthless at this point. Even if I get a job, it'll be a crap job I'll hate and wish I didn't have because it'll make me miserable and it still won't make my life have worth. I'll just be a cog in the machine, not doing anything useful or necessary, since really my only options at this point would be fast food. Which is kind of like, oh no, if I die them they won't be able to make tacos as fast, surely the repercussions of the loss will cause lasting damage to people who need to get their tacos in TWO minutes instead of three.
Anyway I don't know how to close out things well. And I don't know that there's much I can say in closing anyway. So, I will just end my post with this sentence.