The Whining and Bitching Thread

It must suck living in the land of the free and holy mormonism when you're broke and a dog done bites your balls.
 
Realizing I must have built up an unhealthy caffeine addiction over the past month or so due to the my summer job. I was drinking a lot more coffee than I was used to, as well as downing Full Throttles and Red Bulls multiple times a week (almost at a rate of one per day).

But now I think it's taking its toll, since unless I'm supercharged full of that stuff then my attention span becomes that of a gold fish, I can't think deeply or creatively, and I'm in a perpetual fog. I wish I could have the awesome thoughts I used to have, but instead my brain defaults to either total silence or random song lyrics.

I want to think it's the caffeine, but I think it's a trend that began much earlier this year. Not being in school and not being handed to me a structure of academic rigor has made me less sharp, less organized, less engaged. It's like I don't care about anything anymore. And what's making it worse is that I'm paranoid that this will cause me to be a major failure once I start grad school in a couple weeks. I'm hoping that getting back into that routine will sharpen me up again, but I think it will be a very rough transition to say the least.

It really sucks when I read, as I can feel I'm not absorbing or retaining the information nearly as well.

I need to get my brain back into shape.
 
The Butt is Canadian.

Zeph, your brain is just starting to atrophy as you get older. IT'S ALL DOWNHILL FROM HERE.

I've been back in the USA for one year. Haven't left the North American continent once this year. Shit fucking sucks.
 
me and my roommate are currently spliting rent on a hotel room that neither one of us could afford on our own, (he makes about the same as me)
he wants to stop living in a hotel as quickly as possible, and now we are about to move into a place that's just as expensive as here
we're living together to split rent because he doesn't want to live in a place that he could afford by himself
he doesn't want to live in a place he can afford by himself because he "doesn't want to live in the ghetto"
i've never lived in a place where the rent was more than $550 per month, and he's never lived in a place where the rent was less than $750 per month, and i ended up splitting rent with him because his brand-new disability check is way, way less than what he was making before he left his last job
we're splitting rent 50/50 and i'm feeling ripped off because the rent is now eating up as much of my check as what i would be paying if i was gonna go back to living by myself, and that's just here at the hotel, i think the condo he wants to move into has their rent even higher than here

i don't think anyone cares...
but i fixed my problem
my roommate still doesn't want to live in a place with cheap rent, but he's agreed to let one of my friends move in with us so that we're splitting the rent/bills 3 ways instead of just 50/50
 
I had a nurse tell me that if I bandage/gauze it up and alcohol the fuck out of it, I should be fine. I was told they wouldn't stitch it, so it seems this is my only option anyways... which doesn't bother me any, as I don't want them fiddling around with my cash and prizes.

Still in excruciating pain, but gonna try to get some rest.

Fuck i hope that never happens to me :erk:. good luck with that shit!!
 
I quite pot for good after MDF. I was smoking a lot of it this past Spring, and I think that might have been a factor.

The drinking has been at a lower rate, though when it does happen I'm less moderate than I should be.

I've realized that I don't do enough to keep my brain sharp, such as playing an instrument or having enough intellectual conversations with friends.
 
Far as I know he committed suicide because he moved halfway across the US for some broad and the relationship fell through.

I never understood killing yourself for a broad (unless maybe you have been married 40 years and your old and she died of cancer or something). There's a kid from a town not far from here that just killed himself over his girlfriend leaving him. The kid was 14. Seriously?
 
I suppose it's understandable in some circumstances. Like if you're a major loser and you somehow score a 10 but she leaves you after a year or something.
 
Some of Hegel's thought has made more sense to me lately.

I've noticed that I have what I'm terming the Muse Effect. It's when I sit down and start writing, ideas I wouldn't have thought of just by sitting and thinking suddenly pop into my head and are translated onto the page.

For example, most of today I wasn't having many great thoughts, but then I had to sit down and write up some student evaluations. It didn't take long to break a stride and stimulate my mind with my own writing.

I suppose that explains why my blog exists. Most of the ideas on it start either in germinal form or are otherwise ideas drawn from other philosophers and men of letters, but they develop mostly by the act of writing them out rather then having the whole blueprint in my head already. The argument is in the logos, I suppose, that which links the thought world to the sense world by way of symbols.
 
I've never been able to really put deep thought into decent writing. I try making no assumptions about what divides the two but can't help but notice the structure of my thought never changes while my writing always seems different.

That's what makes me bring up Hegel. I believe he had a similar problem, which is why some people think his work is nonsense.
 
I was told I was getting transferred at my job today, so I had to work double over the weekend (no pay, the client doesn't pay weekends) in order to get this project finished before I left. I was okay with it, because it was a priority project and the transfer is a damn good move up for me.

Well I go in to turn the shit in, and they tell me that not only do I not leave until the end of the week, but since I finished my shit early I can get more work to do until I go!

I'm planning on setting a record for most half-assed job in history for the next three days. QUARTER assed job.
 
Some of Hegel's thought has made more sense to me lately.

I've noticed that I have what I'm terming the Muse Effect. It's when I sit down and start writing, ideas I wouldn't have thought of just by sitting and thinking suddenly pop into my head and are translated onto the page.

For example, most of today I wasn't having many great thoughts, but then I had to sit down and write up some student evaluations. It didn't take long to break a stride and stimulate my mind with my own writing.

I suppose that explains why my blog exists. Most of the ideas on it start either in germinal form or are otherwise ideas drawn from other philosophers and men of letters, but they develop mostly by the act of writing them out rather then having the whole blueprint in my head already. The argument is in the logos, I suppose, that which links the thought world to the sense world by way of symbols.

I dare say, you seem quite surprised by the workings of your mind sometimes. Neurochemistry much? And with the way you've presented to me your understanding of reality, I must ask: do you really anticipate reaching some grand conclusion about the nature of reality through your study of ancient philosophy, despite the overwhelming evidence that this imperfect tool of language we use is, and has long been, our best way of understanding ourselves and the world around us?

Why not just accept language and concepts for what they are, and focus more on maximizing our benefits from them?