The Whining and Bitching Thread

if you lived and worked somewhere more populated i've no doubt you'd meet some people who you can actually feel comfortable being yourself around. i mean, you only went to america for a short time and already met someone who you really connected with, right? i know you're probably still hung up on that specific person, but the point is you probably underestimate how many people out there you'd connect with if you put yourself in a position where you could actually meet more of them.

Oh I know, I'm pretty easily fascinated by people whenever I actually have occasion to meet some. Problem is I'm going to be stuck here at the edge of the world for another 1-2 years, so I can't really meet people. I just have to deal with this shit on my own somehow. At least I live frugally so I should be able to travel somewhere again in the near future.
 
I have every intention of using my own genetic mania as a serum to cure the world of depression, probably as a crop duster, so just hang in there a little longer until I determine how to do it. You are strong and my serum will be stronger.
 

I've started going to these again. It does help to get out there and not stay holed up in your dwelling. The issue is that I'm attempting to curtail my drinking and lots of these events I want to do take place where alcohol is involved (breweries, restaurants, etc). I guess I'll have to find a balance.

I'm finding myself in a rut because I feel like I got caught somewhere in time (lolol) and feel like I'm behind everyone else I know with marriage and children and shit. Whatever.
 
About to my breaking point at work. I've worked 64 hours this week and I have to be in at 5 am in the morning. Assumption would be I'll have ~76-82 hours by the end of tomorrow. Cant get anything done. Cant even get my car inspected before my sticker expires monday.

Cant believe I'm going to just quit a job. Havent ever done that in my life but its the only way I can even escape to look for another job. Life after the oil field has to start for me soon.
 
About to my breaking point at work. I've worked 64 hours this week and I have to be in at 5 am in the morning. Assumption would be I'll have ~76-82 hours by the end of tomorrow. Cant get anything done. Cant even get my car inspected before my sticker expires monday.

Cant believe I'm going to just quit a job. Havent ever done that in my life but its the only way I can even escape to look for another job. Life after the oil field has to start for me soon.

Been there man hourwise. Coudn't sustain it for more than the 6 months of deployment or ~4 months of one particular semester, and the latter wasn't even physically demanding. Gotta think about your quality of life at some point.
 
Part of me wonders if this a worldview that flourishes in isolation (seems to have worked that way for Lovecraft) because I've had a pretty solitary fucking life. To summarize my life story briefly, I grew up in one of the remotest godforsaken places you could imagine without leaving the first world, the only friends I had either died or moved away so I retreated into books and games and lost touch with the world.
This has happened to me as well. It was all throughout middle school and high school for me. Granted, I did get to know people, make friends and socialize a bit more after my junior year started but there was a point in my life where it was just my studies, my hobbies and nothing else. Despite living in a metropolitan area, I've pretty much done the same thing for several years. I second No Country's advice. Don't underestimate the amount of people you may connect with.

Reading Marcus Aurelius right now.
Ah, a favorite of mine.

"Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present."
 
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fucking never had much in the way of allergies, but goddamnit something here in ND must be fucking with me that didn't when I was in Michigan.
 
My shoulder fucking hurts. I've been doing light squats (60lbs) by throwing the barbell over my head and then back over to get it off. That's probably why. I wish I had a squat rack, then I'd be doing 120. I hope I didn't fuck my rotator cuff up or something.