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My mom got out of surgery last night with the stint in place so the immediate danger is over. We still don't know what the cause is and it could range anywhere from cancer (bad) to bizarre aneurism (good) with strange infection lying somewhere between. Considering a little over 24 hours ago we all though she was literally minutes from dying, I can live with that.

ETA - she should be out of critical care sometime later this afternoon. Had another scare an hour or so ago when the lumbar tap (spinal tap) they had in, broke and the nurse had to pinch it closed until the doctor showed up so that all her spinal fluid didn't leak out. The nurse was pretty nervous (which usually means terrified if you can tell they're nervous). My sisters, who are now here, were freaking out but after yesterday it seemed anti-climactic.
Sounds like things are much more positive, very happy to hear this GB!

 
Things have been really busy at work for the last 6 weeks. I have a session that ends Friday and a local music festival this weekend and then things should settle down a bit.

Meeting up with a lady friend for some of the shows... :popcorn:

 
I don't think it's that bad for tkd. However, is it run where it's on the student to show up for classes or is there a set schedule you are supposed to abide by? The way you describe it as a "annual contract" with "up to three classes each week" makes it sound kind of like a gym where only 10% of the members show up and the ones that don't subsidiZe things for everyone else. Just wondering about karate economics.
Progression through the belt requirements is individually based. It's up to the student to show up.

Everyone pays the same, regardless of how many times you opt to show up. Not sure I understand your concern.
What you're paying is right in line. My daughter started out at $119 per month several years ago, but since she made 2nd black belt, it has dropped to $89. where they screw you is on the belt testing. The higher you go, the more they charge. It was something like $600 for black belt, $900 for 2nd degree, and I believe 3rd degree is in the $1400-$1500 range. For the lower belts, i think they were all $50-$100.

 
Anybody here a Sharepoint expert consultant? I have a customer that needs some serious help on a rather complicated Sharepoint integration. We're passing on it because our resources are not expert enough in what he needs. Let me know and I'll pass him to you/your company.
yup

ETA: depends on client size, not interested in non-enterprise clients

 
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Anybody here a Sharepoint expert consultant? I have a customer that needs some serious help on a rather complicated Sharepoint integration. We're passing on it because our resources are not expert enough in what he needs. Let me know and I'll pass him to you/your company.
Charv is. I'm trying to get him to hire me as one, so I'll field the call.
Here is the PM I tried to send you but your BOX IS FULL

Seriously? I'ld be glad to send your way if you know how to do the work. He was cool paying us $150/hour but I simply don't have anyone in house who can do the work competently. High level SP is not our thing. Let me know.
pass... but thanks for thinking about it.

 
Well, since everyone but Tanner and Bentley kinda suck right now...allow me to add that clinical depression is really unpleasant.

I don't think I've ever talked about it here, but I've been on antidepressants for the last 5 years. Apparently it's a genetic thing because back in '08 when I went about a month without speaking to another human being (other than those selling me beer, cigarettes, or food) my one sister finally got a hold of me and let me know that literally every one of my six siblings went through some serious psychological issues in their early/mid 30's. My first response was considerable anger...how the #### do you not tell me that BEFORE I went two years wondering why I felt like killing myself every friggin day? Anyway, I saw a couple doctors and went on meds and straightened back out to the old Homer again, most of the time.

The thing is, though, that when external factors come into play, like being out of work or having girlfriend issues or money problems or whatever, I really tend to go into a shell and avoid any kind of contact with people. And that, in turn, makes me get even more down on myself. While back home, I had tons of friends and family that would kind of force me out of that spiral and get my ### moving again. Here, however, it's a different story. I have plenty of people I can call and hang out with and have a blast, but they're not the real thing.

Having been a bartender at a really popular place, I see people I know pretty much whenever I go anywhere. And I'm always cheerful and friendly and heyhowyadoin, but it's 100% reflex. Being a bartender, I've mastered the 20 second conversation and everyone that leaves that conversation always thinks "what an upbeat, friendly guy that PJ is. He's the best!" But it's so fake. Not even close to real. Like I said, it's reflex. I'll be purely miserable and run into someone, have the quick conversation and walk away laughing and think "What the hell was that? " My smile is gone the second my back is turned. The whole time I'm talking to someone, all I can think is how much I want it to end.

And so for the last few weeks I've been as bad as I've ever been. Even with the meds, I've gone literally days without getting out of bed. It's so horrible. I've avoided every possible social obligation. I've avoided a smoking hot chick that totally digs me and I would really enjoy dating. I've completely destroyed the friendship of about the only guy out here that I was really tight with.

Basically, I can't get right. And I don't know how.

I swear on a stack of Bibles that this post started out as a standard TWP and I hate hate HATE talking about this #### but I really can't get out of this rut. I guess I just needed to talk it out for a minute.

TPW to those with real problems.

 
My wife's crazy friend that had someone else's baby while Married is here tonight with the kid. I am hiding out watching bb.

 
Well, since everyone but Tanner and Bentley kinda suck right now...allow me to add that clinical depression is really unpleasant.

I don't think I've ever talked about it here, but I've been on antidepressants for the last 5 years. Apparently it's a genetic thing because back in '08 when I went about a month without speaking to another human being (other than those selling me beer, cigarettes, or food) my one sister finally got a hold of me and let me know that literally every one of my six siblings went through some serious psychological issues in their early/mid 30's. My first response was considerable anger...how the #### do you not tell me that BEFORE I went two years wondering why I felt like killing myself every friggin day? Anyway, I saw a couple doctors and went on meds and straightened back out to the old Homer again, most of the time.

The thing is, though, that when external factors come into play, like being out of work or having girlfriend issues or money problems or whatever, I really tend to go into a shell and avoid any kind of contact with people. And that, in turn, makes me get even more down on myself. While back home, I had tons of friends and family that would kind of force me out of that spiral and get my ### moving again. Here, however, it's a different story. I have plenty of people I can call and hang out with and have a blast, but they're not the real thing.

Having been a bartender at a really popular place, I see people I know pretty much whenever I go anywhere. And I'm always cheerful and friendly and heyhowyadoin, but it's 100% reflex. Being a bartender, I've mastered the 20 second conversation and everyone that leaves that conversation always thinks "what an upbeat, friendly guy that PJ is. He's the best!" But it's so fake. Not even close to real. Like I said, it's reflex. I'll be purely miserable and run into someone, have the quick conversation and walk away laughing and think "What the hell was that? " My smile is gone the second my back is turned. The whole time I'm talking to someone, all I can think is how much I want it to end.

And so for the last few weeks I've been as bad as I've ever been. Even with the meds, I've gone literally days without getting out of bed. It's so horrible. I've avoided every possible social obligation. I've avoided a smoking hot chick that totally digs me and I would really enjoy dating. I've completely destroyed the friendship of about the only guy out here that I was really tight with.

Basically, I can't get right. And I don't know how.

I swear on a stack of Bibles that this post started out as a standard TWP and I hate hate HATE talking about this #### but I really can't get out of this rut. I guess I just needed to talk it out for a minute.

TPW to those with real problems.
Pm sentEta - under no circumstances are you to cause yourself harm or do anything stupid. Watch the bb marathon and take a breath. It will be okay and everyone but tanner is here for you.

 
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Well, since everyone but Tanner and Bentley kinda suck right now...allow me to add that clinical depression is really unpleasant.

I don't think I've ever talked about it here, but I've been on antidepressants for the last 5 years. Apparently it's a genetic thing because back in '08 when I went about a month without speaking to another human being (other than those selling me beer, cigarettes, or food) my one sister finally got a hold of me and let me know that literally every one of my six siblings went through some serious psychological issues in their early/mid 30's. My first response was considerable anger...how the #### do you not tell me that BEFORE I went two years wondering why I felt like killing myself every friggin day? Anyway, I saw a couple doctors and went on meds and straightened back out to the old Homer again, most of the time.

The thing is, though, that when external factors come into play, like being out of work or having girlfriend issues or money problems or whatever, I really tend to go into a shell and avoid any kind of contact with people. And that, in turn, makes me get even more down on myself. While back home, I had tons of friends and family that would kind of force me out of that spiral and get my ### moving again. Here, however, it's a different story. I have plenty of people I can call and hang out with and have a blast, but they're not the real thing.

Having been a bartender at a really popular place, I see people I know pretty much whenever I go anywhere. And I'm always cheerful and friendly and heyhowyadoin, but it's 100% reflex. Being a bartender, I've mastered the 20 second conversation and everyone that leaves that conversation always thinks "what an upbeat, friendly guy that PJ is. He's the best!" But it's so fake. Not even close to real. Like I said, it's reflex. I'll be purely miserable and run into someone, have the quick conversation and walk away laughing and think "What the hell was that? " My smile is gone the second my back is turned. The whole time I'm talking to someone, all I can think is how much I want it to end.

And so for the last few weeks I've been as bad as I've ever been. Even with the meds, I've gone literally days without getting out of bed. It's so horrible. I've avoided every possible social obligation. I've avoided a smoking hot chick that totally digs me and I would really enjoy dating. I've completely destroyed the friendship of about the only guy out here that I was really tight with.

Basically, I can't get right. And I don't know how.

I swear on a stack of Bibles that this post started out as a standard TWP and I hate hate HATE talking about this #### but I really can't get out of this rut. I guess I just needed to talk it out for a minute.

TPW to those with real problems.
I'm no psychologist, but for what it's worth lots of people are pulling for you here, and I suspect part of writing that was to make it somewhat real and "out there" rather than keep it inside. Vent here or via our other electronic means of communication, but I wonder if the thing to do isn't to talk to a pro for a bit.

Not to steal zooks line, but, well, you know.

 
Damn, Homer, that qualifies as a "real" problem. Are you talking to someone? Making sure meds are right? I really worry.

As I've probably mentioned, my grandmother committed suicide, and about 30 years before that was committed to a hospital for depression. I always worry about family and even me because of the genetic component. Luckily I tend just to be "situationally" depressed, like now for instance. But it doesn't feel like something that's always there.

I've plenty of friends who battle this and also obviously family members so what you say worries me, though on the other hand the fact that you're talking about it is encouraging. It means you want help and to feel better. Let all of us know what WE can do to help on that, as I'm sure many of us would.

 
thopras to all that needs it, Drifter, SLB and Homer to mention but a few.
If I send you his scope of work can you suggest someone?
sure, I can take a quick look... going to have to be an independent consultant, or a smaller boutique shop at that price though.
His price might be higher. Keep in mind he was willing to pay is $150:hr and we couldn't do it. He might pay a lot more for someone that can.

 
Well, since everyone but Tanner and Bentley kinda suck right now...allow me to add that clinical depression is really unpleasant.

I don't think I've ever talked about it here, but I've been on antidepressants for the last 5 years. Apparently it's a genetic thing because back in '08 when I went about a month without speaking to another human being (other than those selling me beer, cigarettes, or food) my one sister finally got a hold of me and let me know that literally every one of my six siblings went through some serious psychological issues in their early/mid 30's. My first response was considerable anger...how the #### do you not tell me that BEFORE I went two years wondering why I felt like killing myself every friggin day? Anyway, I saw a couple doctors and went on meds and straightened back out to the old Homer again, most of the time.

The thing is, though, that when external factors come into play, like being out of work or having girlfriend issues or money problems or whatever, I really tend to go into a shell and avoid any kind of contact with people. And that, in turn, makes me get even more down on myself. While back home, I had tons of friends and family that would kind of force me out of that spiral and get my ### moving again. Here, however, it's a different story. I have plenty of people I can call and hang out with and have a blast, but they're not the real thing.

Having been a bartender at a really popular place, I see people I know pretty much whenever I go anywhere. And I'm always cheerful and friendly and heyhowyadoin, but it's 100% reflex. Being a bartender, I've mastered the 20 second conversation and everyone that leaves that conversation always thinks "what an upbeat, friendly guy that PJ is. He's the best!" But it's so fake. Not even close to real. Like I said, it's reflex. I'll be purely miserable and run into someone, have the quick conversation and walk away laughing and think "What the hell was that? " My smile is gone the second my back is turned. The whole time I'm talking to someone, all I can think is how much I want it to end.

And so for the last few weeks I've been as bad as I've ever been. Even with the meds, I've gone literally days without getting out of bed. It's so horrible. I've avoided every possible social obligation. I've avoided a smoking hot chick that totally digs me and I would really enjoy dating. I've completely destroyed the friendship of about the only guy out here that I was really tight with.

Basically, I can't get right. And I don't know how.

I swear on a stack of Bibles that this post started out as a standard TWP and I hate hate HATE talking about this #### but I really can't get out of this rut. I guess I just needed to talk it out for a minute.

TPW to those with real problems.
My wife has been on anti-depressant meds for about the last 10 years or so and it's made a world of difference, but every once in a while things start to get all wonky again and she'll go back to her doc and they'll change meds/doses whatever until they find something that works again. If you feel like things are not right, go see your doc and maybe change things up. Depression is no joke.

 
thopras to all that needs it, Drifter, SLB and Homer to mention but a few.
If I send you his scope of work can you suggest someone?
sure, I can take a quick look... going to have to be an independent consultant, or a smaller boutique shop at that price though.ETA: oh, and username at gmail
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SharePoint version? Do you guys sell O365 or SPOnline?Seems to me this is a poor product placement. It would cost them quite a bit to fix this, in man hours, but you don't need a sharepoint guru, just some decent helper monkeys.

I am guessing the client has very poor understanding of iT?

 
Im sure he does. We are an o365 partner. I use those leads that ms sends me to get managed services contracts for whole environment management.

 
Well, since everyone but Tanner and Bentley kinda suck right now...allow me to add that clinical depression is really unpleasant.

I don't think I've ever talked about it here, but I've been on antidepressants for the last 5 years. Apparently it's a genetic thing because back in '08 when I went about a month without speaking to another human being (other than those selling me beer, cigarettes, or food) my one sister finally got a hold of me and let me know that literally every one of my six siblings went through some serious psychological issues in their early/mid 30's. My first response was considerable anger...how the #### do you not tell me that BEFORE I went two years wondering why I felt like killing myself every friggin day? Anyway, I saw a couple doctors and went on meds and straightened back out to the old Homer again, most of the time.

The thing is, though, that when external factors come into play, like being out of work or having girlfriend issues or money problems or whatever, I really tend to go into a shell and avoid any kind of contact with people. And that, in turn, makes me get even more down on myself. While back home, I had tons of friends and family that would kind of force me out of that spiral and get my ### moving again. Here, however, it's a different story. I have plenty of people I can call and hang out with and have a blast, but they're not the real thing.

Having been a bartender at a really popular place, I see people I know pretty much whenever I go anywhere. And I'm always cheerful and friendly and heyhowyadoin, but it's 100% reflex. Being a bartender, I've mastered the 20 second conversation and everyone that leaves that conversation always thinks "what an upbeat, friendly guy that PJ is. He's the best!" But it's so fake. Not even close to real. Like I said, it's reflex. I'll be purely miserable and run into someone, have the quick conversation and walk away laughing and think "What the hell was that? " My smile is gone the second my back is turned. The whole time I'm talking to someone, all I can think is how much I want it to end.

And so for the last few weeks I've been as bad as I've ever been. Even with the meds, I've gone literally days without getting out of bed. It's so horrible. I've avoided every possible social obligation. I've avoided a smoking hot chick that totally digs me and I would really enjoy dating. I've completely destroyed the friendship of about the only guy out here that I was really tight with.

Basically, I can't get right. And I don't know how.

I swear on a stack of Bibles that this post started out as a standard TWP and I hate hate HATE talking about this #### but I really can't get out of this rut. I guess I just needed to talk it out for a minute.

TPW to those with real problems.
Hang in there, assface.

 
Anybody here a Sharepoint expert consultant? I have a customer that needs some serious help on a rather complicated Sharepoint integration. We're passing on it because our resources are not expert enough in what he needs. Let me know and I'll pass him to you/your company.
Enough of an expert to say that the software sucks Lllama #####.
I take it you've never used quickr.
I take it you eat **** for a living?

 
Well, since everyone but Tanner and Bentley kinda suck right now...allow me to add that clinical depression is really unpleasant.

I don't think I've ever talked about it here, but I've been on antidepressants for the last 5 years. Apparently it's a genetic thing because back in '08 when I went about a month without speaking to another human being (other than those selling me beer, cigarettes, or food) my one sister finally got a hold of me and let me know that literally every one of my six siblings went through some serious psychological issues in their early/mid 30's. My first response was considerable anger...how the #### do you not tell me that BEFORE I went two years wondering why I felt like killing myself every friggin day? Anyway, I saw a couple doctors and went on meds and straightened back out to the old Homer again, most of the time.

The thing is, though, that when external factors come into play, like being out of work or having girlfriend issues or money problems or whatever, I really tend to go into a shell and avoid any kind of contact with people. And that, in turn, makes me get even more down on myself. While back home, I had tons of friends and family that would kind of force me out of that spiral and get my ### moving again. Here, however, it's a different story. I have plenty of people I can call and hang out with and have a blast, but they're not the real thing.

Having been a bartender at a really popular place, I see people I know pretty much whenever I go anywhere. And I'm always cheerful and friendly and heyhowyadoin, but it's 100% reflex. Being a bartender, I've mastered the 20 second conversation and everyone that leaves that conversation always thinks "what an upbeat, friendly guy that PJ is. He's the best!" But it's so fake. Not even close to real. Like I said, it's reflex. I'll be purely miserable and run into someone, have the quick conversation and walk away laughing and think "What the hell was that? " My smile is gone the second my back is turned. The whole time I'm talking to someone, all I can think is how much I want it to end.

And so for the last few weeks I've been as bad as I've ever been. Even with the meds, I've gone literally days without getting out of bed. It's so horrible. I've avoided every possible social obligation. I've avoided a smoking hot chick that totally digs me and I would really enjoy dating. I've completely destroyed the friendship of about the only guy out here that I was really tight with.

Basically, I can't get right. And I don't know how.

I swear on a stack of Bibles that this post started out as a standard TWP and I hate hate HATE talking about this #### but I really can't get out of this rut. I guess I just needed to talk it out for a minute.

TPW to those with real problems.
My wife has been on anti-depressant meds for about the last 10 years or so and it's made a world of difference, but every once in a while things start to get all wonky again and she'll go back to her doc and they'll change meds/doses whatever until they find something that works again. If you feel like things are not right, go see your doc and maybe change things up. Depression is no joke.
Just started doubling up yesterday. Definitely gonna talk with a doc about it.

But if that ******* prescribes episode of Its Always Sunny In Philadelphia and American Dad, I'm screwed...been overdosing on that #### for a week.

 
Stay strong, buddy. I've had bouts myself. I know this is going to sound shticky coming from me, but do you exercise? It really helped me when I was younger. Also, maybe time for a new shrink. They can really run the gamut from completely useless to very helpful.

 
We rented a car yesterday so that we could go buy a car (####### Atlanta). After driving about 40 miles in it I went to the gas station and put in two gallons to get it back to Hertz with the same amount of gas. Totally thought about Abe the whole time. :lmao:

 
Why wouldn't you test your music thing at home before driving all the way out of town LISTING IT ON CRAIGSLIST?
this was my thought but I didn't want to pile on. he doesn't even anticipate needing gas tomorrow so thinking this far ahead probably just isn't possible for ol Abe.
:lmao: Mocking Abe always makes me feel better.
Goaddam it I put $55 in yesterday!
 
We rented a car yesterday so that we could go buy a car (####### Atlanta). After driving about 40 miles in it I went to the gas station and put in two gallons to get it back to Hertz with the same amount of gas. Totally thought about Abe the whole time. :lmao:
"Hey baby..."

 
Thorn said:
Homer J Simpson said:
Officer Pete Malloy said:
Idiot Boxer said:
Officer Pete Malloy said:
Idiot Boxer said:
Anyone else getting the feeling that life is meaningless and we should all just drink a collective batch of Kool-Aid right now?

I totally would, except I'd miss out on next year's Vegas trip.
:bag: I feel great. Happiest I've been in years. Yesterday, during parent/teacher conferences, I had this really nutty mom just lose it. Called me unprofessional and stormed out. Just totally out of the blue.

Pretty much Jay Cutlered it 30- minutes after it happened.
I was talking to the non-Jeopardy champions.
:lmao: That was years ago.

And it's TWO DAY JEOPARDY CHAMPION, loser.
Was it a decade ago?
Now THAT'S a notebook
No. This is a notebook:

Also got clocked for going "Hisashi Iwakuma fastball" in Kern County, so I guess I'm helping to pay Tanner's salary at some point in the next few months.
Were you bringing the gold back to the golden empire or whatever?
WHERE ARE MY PROPS, THORN!??!

 
I want to second the exercise thing, Homer. I was unemployed for 20 months, and about the only thing that got me through was going to the gym almost every day.

 
I want to second the exercise thing, Homer. I was unemployed for 20 months, and about the only thing that got me through was going to the gym almost every day.
This is a good suggestion. The actual working out has a number of therapeutic effects, including the want to do it more and get better results. Invest in yourself instead of 10 minute conversations. You'll be glad.

 
Thorn said:
Homer J Simpson said:
Officer Pete Malloy said:
Idiot Boxer said:
Officer Pete Malloy said:
Idiot Boxer said:
Anyone else getting the feeling that life is meaningless and we should all just drink a collective batch of Kool-Aid right now?

I totally would, except I'd miss out on next year's Vegas trip.
:bag: I feel great. Happiest I've been in years. Yesterday, during parent/teacher conferences, I had this really nutty mom just lose it. Called me unprofessional and stormed out. Just totally out of the blue.

Pretty much Jay Cutlered it 30- minutes after it happened.
I was talking to the non-Jeopardy champions.
:lmao: That was years ago.

And it's TWO DAY JEOPARDY CHAMPION, loser.
Was it a decade ago?
Now THAT'S a notebook
No. This is a notebook:

Also got clocked for going "Hisashi Iwakuma fastball" in Kern County, so I guess I'm helping to pay Tanner's salary at some point in the next few months.
Were you bringing the gold back to the golden empire or whatever?
WHERE ARE MY PROPS, THORN!??!
:lmao: :lmao: :lmao:

had never seen that before

 
Well, since everyone but Tanner and Bentley kinda suck right now...allow me to add that clinical depression is really unpleasant.

I don't think I've ever talked about it here, but I've been on antidepressants for the last 5 years. Apparently it's a genetic thing because back in '08 when I went about a month without speaking to another human being (other than those selling me beer, cigarettes, or food) my one sister finally got a hold of me and let me know that literally every one of my six siblings went through some serious psychological issues in their early/mid 30's. My first response was considerable anger...how the #### do you not tell me that BEFORE I went two years wondering why I felt like killing myself every friggin day? Anyway, I saw a couple doctors and went on meds and straightened back out to the old Homer again, most of the time.

The thing is, though, that when external factors come into play, like being out of work or having girlfriend issues or money problems or whatever, I really tend to go into a shell and avoid any kind of contact with people. And that, in turn, makes me get even more down on myself. While back home, I had tons of friends and family that would kind of force me out of that spiral and get my ### moving again. Here, however, it's a different story. I have plenty of people I can call and hang out with and have a blast, but they're not the real thing.

Having been a bartender at a really popular place, I see people I know pretty much whenever I go anywhere. And I'm always cheerful and friendly and heyhowyadoin, but it's 100% reflex. Being a bartender, I've mastered the 20 second conversation and everyone that leaves that conversation always thinks "what an upbeat, friendly guy that PJ is. He's the best!" But it's so fake. Not even close to real. Like I said, it's reflex. I'll be purely miserable and run into someone, have the quick conversation and walk away laughing and think "What the hell was that? " My smile is gone the second my back is turned. The whole time I'm talking to someone, all I can think is how much I want it to end.

And so for the last few weeks I've been as bad as I've ever been. Even with the meds, I've gone literally days without getting out of bed. It's so horrible. I've avoided every possible social obligation. I've avoided a smoking hot chick that totally digs me and I would really enjoy dating. I've completely destroyed the friendship of about the only guy out here that I was really tight with.

Basically, I can't get right. And I don't know how.

I swear on a stack of Bibles that this post started out as a standard TWP and I hate hate HATE talking about this #### but I really can't get out of this rut. I guess I just needed to talk it out for a minute.

TPW to those with real problems.
GB Homer this is a real problem man, and hopefully talking here helps in some way even if it's all seriousbusiness. You need to talk to someone and it that someone is the GMTAN so be it. I have no real advice, but man keep typing away over here if it helps. TPW to you man...hang in there GB.

 
Well, since everyone but Tanner and Bentley kinda suck right now...allow me to add that clinical depression is really unpleasant.

I don't think I've ever talked about it here, but I've been on antidepressants for the last 5 years. Apparently it's a genetic thing because back in '08 when I went about a month without speaking to another human being (other than those selling me beer, cigarettes, or food) my one sister finally got a hold of me and let me know that literally every one of my six siblings went through some serious psychological issues in their early/mid 30's. My first response was considerable anger...how the #### do you not tell me that BEFORE I went two years wondering why I felt like killing myself every friggin day? Anyway, I saw a couple doctors and went on meds and straightened back out to the old Homer again, most of the time.

The thing is, though, that when external factors come into play, like being out of work or having girlfriend issues or money problems or whatever, I really tend to go into a shell and avoid any kind of contact with people. And that, in turn, makes me get even more down on myself. While back home, I had tons of friends and family that would kind of force me out of that spiral and get my ### moving again. Here, however, it's a different story. I have plenty of people I can call and hang out with and have a blast, but they're not the real thing.

Having been a bartender at a really popular place, I see people I know pretty much whenever I go anywhere. And I'm always cheerful and friendly and heyhowyadoin, but it's 100% reflex. Being a bartender, I've mastered the 20 second conversation and everyone that leaves that conversation always thinks "what an upbeat, friendly guy that PJ is. He's the best!" But it's so fake. Not even close to real. Like I said, it's reflex. I'll be purely miserable and run into someone, have the quick conversation and walk away laughing and think "What the hell was that? " My smile is gone the second my back is turned. The whole time I'm talking to someone, all I can think is how much I want it to end.

And so for the last few weeks I've been as bad as I've ever been. Even with the meds, I've gone literally days without getting out of bed. It's so horrible. I've avoided every possible social obligation. I've avoided a smoking hot chick that totally digs me and I would really enjoy dating. I've completely destroyed the friendship of about the only guy out here that I was really tight with.

Basically, I can't get right. And I don't know how.

I swear on a stack of Bibles that this post started out as a standard TWP and I hate hate HATE talking about this #### but I really can't get out of this rut. I guess I just needed to talk it out for a minute.

TPW to those with real problems.
PM sent.

Oh, and what you've described is a "real problem", GB. Don't discount it.

 
Things have been really busy at work for the last 6 weeks. I have a session that ends Friday and a local music festival this weekend and then things should settle down a bit.

Meeting up with a lady friend for some of the shows... :popcorn:
Sorry to hear about all the meditating and coloring you've had to do over the last fortnight.
 

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