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My alarm rings at 7 o clock and I put it on snooze to get an extra 15 minutes. I lie in bed having to convince myself to get up, hashing out some unresolved quarrels I have with my life. I used to have my mobile phone on my bedside cabinet during the night but in moments of weakness I almost quit my current job when my morning debate turned sour on two occasions.

When I'm tired of bitching and my hunger levels exceed my laziness, I stumble out of bed. The first thing I do is put on the kettle whilst brushing my teeth then have a cup before I shower. I had a big shower head installed, 10 inches by 15 (edit) which makes it quite fun. Shave, Moisturise, and put on my bath robe provided it's washed then go to make breakfast.

I make three toasts in a frying pan so the bread stays tender, with 2 scrambled or "sunny" eggs with a few cups of tea and water. Scoff it down piggishly and get dressed. I don't like tight shoes, so made up some reason (don't remember which) to wear sneakers to work, still have to wear trousers, shirt and tie which I absolutely hate. It's like a slave uniform right?

If I'm lucky my neighbour (I share the floor with 3 other flats) comes over for milk, or sugar or something. It isn't often at all, probably about once a month or something as sporadic. I get the lift down to the garage/parking lot and drive to the office which is about 20 minutes away depending on traffic.

So, you know how writers get writing block? My job involves being creative so I'm not expected to do a rigid 9-5 day as long as I clock 40+ a week on their network which I can techinically do from home. I have to fill out forms for this though and it's still frowned upon so I do my time at the office. Simplest way. My boss is a complete prick. You know the typical big-boned thick skinned obnoxious control freak with protruding hair from every orifice? Yah that.

My parking spot is several car lengths from the building and I'm on the 8th floor. Very suicidable if I managed to fit in a jump before the day is out lol. We have a secretary that aside from answering calls brings refreshments to the few of us that are rude enough to ask. I take my folder to the break room pretty much at will for tea, and sit there to look over stuff. For lunch I usually have a sammich with a vegetable smoothie and a kit kat.

In an 8 hour day I typically do about 4-5 hours of actual work. The rest of the time is spent cursing myself, my life, and the jovial cheerleaders in the office. Under my breath of course. Get home for about 5:30 shower and stuff my face with whatevers around to eat. Provided it isn't a clinic day I spend the evening in robes after a shower and sometimes take a bath. Usually just hang out, watch tv and do chores/run errands til I'm tired. I sometimes work too.

I hate leaving the flat but, there's a cafe close to where I live run by this Italian family that serve mostly English food. I try to make it on most days and have whatever I'm in the mood for. Something about the family, Klingsor. I daydream about how their life might have been before migrating to this shit hole. Lazy days in the country with wine and those freshly baked bun thingies. I don't really talk to them, I'm scared I'll sound like an idiot but I im drawn to the place. Food is nice too.

I usually go through a lot of veg so I'm buying some every two days from this organic place that also make me a vegetable smoothie. My favourite are broccoli, bell peppers and carrots. It's run by a painfully stereotypical hipster vegan couple. So happy and full of life. Makes me sick. LOL.

I lay in bed with a movie on in the background, masturbate most nights. Don't judge me. I have sex toys and stuff too so don't jack-off mindlessly to porn, well sometimes I do but it's less satisfying.The narrative of my day is self hate. Well I don't hate myself, but my life. Working, wearing a tie, mingling with assholes, and other problems. I'm lucky enough to like myself which is something we've touched on before.

Part of why I visit this forum is to talk to people that see life for what it is. I might not agree with everyone on everything but I do reciprocate the collective conclusion on the shittiness of life. I also wish I was a different person. Sometimes I'd rather have been born a woman, other times I just want to be a little taller and healthier. Sometimes I want to be dead.

I also miss my mum all the time. I want to hug her and tell her I love her but I can't. I want to know what she was like growing up, her hobbies, hopes and dreams. I'm dying to know her but we don't have a relationship. We're polite and that's all. I'm gonna have a breakdown the day she passes because she's the only person in the world that has ever brought me peace. Unless I go first you never know.

I'm basically like everyone here. Lost & hurt. Life is shit. And like resolute said I'm trying to get my fix on the little joys living has to offer. I want anything I can get my little paws on out of spite of all the other fuckers that are getting theirs. Fuck them. I know I come across as a total pussy and in many senses I am. I consider myself more of a scavenger though. Too weak to fight fairly but determined to get the crumbs in a safe way!

I go to sleep around 12 but not always. I sleep in bursts, more like several long naps really. Tell me about your day.

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Resolute tell me about yours as well!

that ain't gonna happen lol. my existence is too loserly to talk about. i'm quite embarrassed by it, frankly. i don't really have a system. i sleep whenever i can, eat whenever and whatever i can, watch tv etc., masturbate (mindlessly to porn lol), shower only when i must, leave the house only for necessities or once in a while go to a relative's or something. my cough is completely gone, i think, but i still haven't gone back to my occasional walking. i'm pretty much always in front of the computer. i'm also not easily entertained, unfortunately.

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Roflmao.

I've never even heard of that manufacturer. The only "foreign" foreign cars I see in my area are all German...BMW, Benz, Audi...I'm sure if one of these college kids got one it would start the trend and they'd be everywhere.

I drive a blue, 1998 Ford F150 single cab 4x4. It has 134,000 miles on it, but still runs pretty good. I've tried to take care of it. I want a new pickup, but can't afford it right now and don't want to spend the money.

I like pickup trucks. I had a 1998 ford F250 4x4. Ext cab short bed. I had 240,000 on it when I sold it. I prefer standard cab short beds, but I had to have the larger cab 'cause I had young kids to haul around.

Sounds good. You must be super proud of le kids. Has the eye healed up? Did it scar? And yeahhhhhh hate the Peugeot why don't you. I'm sure it has some hidden qualities we have yet to hear of. Going on a road trip with my friend in a few days, about 200 miles each way, need to Harold & Kumar the shit out of it. It's times like this I wish I smoked weed. I actually had to Google fender bender when resolute mentioned it yesterday. Interesting terminology.

Chilli. Nice. Im trying your concoction on Sunday I hope so ya know, wish me luck. I got a George Foreman grill for myself after my brother's turned out to be pretty cool. I've been trying out sammich fillings so if you have any ideas let me know.

Got my stitches out last Monday. The only lasting effect is my eye feels a little funny with my eyes closed, like the skin is stretched out of place a little. It'll be fine. The kids are ok, life goes on. Been working my a$$ off, lots of overtime. Almost wish I'd took a job in carpetland years ago, but I don't think I'd be happy behind a desk.

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I guess it's a regional/cultural thing. Where I'm from, almost every guy has a pickup truck because it's tied up a lot with masculinity and masculine identity. They are useful for hauling things.

If I could get whatever I wanted, it'd be this:

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If I had this ride, I'd be pimping ALL the honeys.

Is that an Eldorado convertible? I love it! I've owned some high horse muscle cars back in the day, but I always wanted a big Chrysler convertible or and old Cadillac convertible with the old tail fins just to cruse and style in.

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no one here likes lincolns?

Never owned a luxury ford/Lincoln/mercury, but I had a '67 Mustang Fastback with a 302 4speed. I had a chance to buy a Bently, but I didn't move on it. (and didn't have a chauffeur to put up front) I actually did some work on it for a (girl) friends dad.

Klingsor mentioned Barracudas. Back in the day I watched the old Hurst Hemi-Under-Glass do wheelstands the whole length of a 1/4 mile drag strip. I wanted a '68 red Barracuda so bad. 383 six pack with a pistol grip 4 speed would've made my day.

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