Thread: Stop..Think...What the Fuck is going on?

I miss my childhood and teenage years. You have to grow up sometime. My life is pretty good though. Of course I work everyday, own a home, have a gf and a dog. I have a lot of responsibility but its nothing that I can't handle. I like the challenge of life and succeeding. At least I wasn't born into a 3rd world country or a shack in some poor community. My life could be a hell of a lot worse. I could be fighting in Iraq right now. I am thankful for my life and the choices I made. I understand what you are saying though. Just remember you live in a great country that gives you opportunity to succeed if you work hard.

You're only 22. It's normal for you to feel that way.

Hopefully, as you get old, you'll learn to what the give and take of an adult life it really like and that how happy you feel in life is closely tied with how in control of it you are.

Simply put, the more decisions that you make, versus being forced to do things, the happy you will likely be.

You're also gotta learn not to sweat the small stuff. And most things in life are small stuff.

Lastly, you need to find your place in life. Because, and trust me on this, if you don't find your place in life, someone will put you there.

It sounds as if you are suffering from some form a depression. It happened to me when I was going through a nasty custody battle for my daughter. They prescribed me Celexa and took it; if I could do it all over again I would have flushed those pills down the toilet. It made me a very terrrible person who didn't care about anything. I took them for two years gained nothing but a lot of burned bridges. Once I got off of them my life did a complete 180 in the right direction. I guess what I'm trying to say is, don't take the chemical way out. Just find someone to talk to about how your feeling, and set some goals and start working twards them. You will bounce back from this in no time

I skydive, scubadive, snowboard. Backback long distances in other countries. I train and I fight. I plan for all these things and look forward to those moments when I'm not in them ... it keeps me from losing it.

Originally Posted by Doublebase

have a gf and a dog.

Which one is the human?










Hey, it's been a long time since I took a swipe at you...

I use to want to eat a bullet every day of my life. I did stick a gun in my mouth when I was 12, but I didn't want my parents to blame themselves. It was that thought alone that I am here.

Now fast forward to now. I love my life! I have made tough choices that have paid off. My future is bright, and I have hope. My life has a lot of ups and downs, but for the most part I am happy. To get where I am from were I was took a lot of soul searching. I had to figure out what it would take to keep me happy enough to want to live. That question might sound absolutely absurd to most people, but for people who suffer from a chemical imbalance such as depression or bipolar, that question makes all the sense in the world. What things bring you joy? What things make the world disappear and brings a smile to your face?

I sat down with a list and wrote down all of the things that made me happy, or at least brought some sort of pleasure to my life. I prioritized the list, and then spent the next few years trying to figure out ways to bring those things into my life. What makes you happy? How can you bring those things into your life? How can you make those things stay in your life? Just as DOMS said, it amounts to decisions.

You know the fucked up thing about humans, is we will try something, it doesn't work, then we try it again. Why? It is the dumbest fucking shit in the world to be unhappy, yet continue on the path that is the cause of much of our unhappiness. You might be happy living somewhere else, or maybe at a different job.

I know you had health problems, but we all have shit in our lives that is fucked up. Your thinking is to blame for much of your happiness. If someone had told me that 5 years ago I would have told them to fuck off and that they didn't understand. Well you can't tell me that, because I am probably the person who understands your situation more than anyone.

I just think of myself as one of those super bounce rubber balls you get in the gumball machine, the harder and farther I fall the higher I will bounce back up, and even though I know I will fall again I know that I will bounce up again....

I hated life for a while a few years back. It was all due to my shitty job working in a warehouse. I dreaded going and it ruined my entire day, everyday. My wife didn't like listening to my bullshit so she told me to do something about it. I found another job, started training harder and more focused and I am a much happier person now. This site has a lot to do with my transformation. I love coming on here and hearing about other peoples lives and thoughts. It's nice to converse with a wide variety of people that have the same interests.

Originally Posted by maniclion

I just think of myself as one of those super bounce rubber balls you get in the gumball machine, the harder and farther I fall the higher I will bounce back up, and even though I know I will fall again I know that I will bounce up again....

Did you tackle that trouble that came your way
With a resolute heart and cheerful?
Or hide your face from the light of day
With a craven soul and fearful?

Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,
Or a trouble is what you make it,
And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,
But only how did you take it?
You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that!
Come up with a smiling face.
It's nothing against you to fall down flat,
But to lie there--that's disgrace.

The harder you're thrown, why the higher you bounce
Be proud of your blackened eye!
It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts;
It's how did you fight--and why?
And though you be done to the death, what then?
If you battled the best you could,
If you played your part in the world of men,
Why, the Critic will call it good.

Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,
And whether he's slow or spry,
It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts,
But only how did you die?



- Edmund Vance Cooke

OTB, i think its just the interim between being caught up in the eternity of school life with a truckload of friends, to suddenely realising its a crappy dog-eat-dog world and you have no idea where the fuck you fit into it all.

I get the same thing, i think everyone does. Just keep it together