Here is just a general list that frustrates me:
Life is a bitch sometimes.
Sorry, dude. Sometimes bad things happen to good people. A gf is ultimately beyond your control (unless you’re a tyrant, but you obviously aren’t). Employers aren’t obligated to make you happy. Emotions come and go- the best thing is to let them come, let them go, just watch without attachment. The mathematics of money aren’t personal, which makes them not nice to probably a majority of people.
Sorry you’re getting the short end. Circumstances can always go in the other direction than your current trajectory though.
So what do you have in your life that is good? I have a lot of sucky things going on in my life too, but I also have a lot of positive things. Sometimes when I get too focused on the negative, all it takes is to remember what I do have and it makes me feel better.
Unless you just want to rant it out. If so, go right ahead.
it’s nice you have parents who let you move in, after all. I mean, I really do see it that way - I’m not trying to snark.
what job is it?
what makes you think you are stuck?
This frustrates everyone who’s ever been through it! Now look around. Everyone’s been through it! You’ll get over this in time, try not to focus on it, is all.
This is a choice you made. And you were already bragging, on how many thousands you’ll save. Count your blessings you have such generous parents, and quit whining about it. This is not a horrible thing - to live rent free with people you love. But, most importantly, it was your choice. Embrace your choice and get right with it, like an adult.
I’m not understanding how you’re stuck in a job you could have left except for the girlfriend.
How’s that work? She put you into indentured slavery? An apprenticeship? She’s mobbed up?
Any chance you could make this point a little more sensible for your readers?
Whinging about the opportunity to return to school at 30, live rent free with people who love you, and change careers is very much acting a tad loserish. Stop it!
Change comes with turmoil, by 30 you should be aware. You chose change. Again, embrace your choices as such, instead of simply unfortunate circumstances. One is empowering, one is victimizing. Pick one.
Sorry, this isn’t Nice Guy Syndrome. It’s ‘giving to get’, as in keeping score, and it’s not a very mature way to conduct any relationship, in fact. And almost always causes complete failure. What you give, to any relationship, is supposed to be given wholly, from the heart, without expectation of reciprocity. If you’re keeping score, in this fashion, you’re not doing it right!
Excellent advice. I’m going to make a list. Seriously, an illustrated one.
When I went through an avalanch of stuff like the OP, one thing that helped was a friend that said **“Things. Will. Change.” **
Later he repeated it, and added “Things might get better, or they might get worse. But: They. Will. Change.” About the same time, I read an article saying that a big symptom of depression is the feeling that the way things are now is how they will always be. That was my problem.
btw, I also regressed about twenty years emotionally, so don’t make any immature decisions or pick fights or expect to look good to mature women for a while.
Hi all,
I thought this was just the place to rant emotions without reason. Yes I have lots of good things in my life, but frankly sometimes I just need to vent and I thought this was a good place. Thanks for listening, I will survive.
That OP is not pit worthy.
It’s a motherfucking affront, that’s what that is.
A. Mother. Fucking. Kick. In the motherfucking face. And. A. Bitch. Slap. To. The. Balls.
Speaking of balls. Hey OP, did the ‘girlfriend’ take your balls with her?
A rant!? Have you ever actually seen a rant?
Venting? That was you venting? I thought your cat farted on the keyboard.
Dude. I’m going to try to fix that…fuck, whatever the fuck it is, and do it properly.
What I think Quasimodal should have said
Here is a list of shit that just busts my balls:
My goat fucking bitch whore girlfriend fucked off. SLUT!!
I’m moving in with my parents again. How fucking sad is that shit? FUCK!!
Being stuck in a shit, dead end, lame ass job, that I could of left if it weren’t for said goat fucking girlfriend messing up my life. WHORE!!
Feeling like a loser on the inside (but on the outside, everyone still sees the same cool motherfucking dude that I’ve always been.) AHHHHhhh…JISM TOADS!!
Feeling emotions and shit. Fuck you emotions. FUCK OFF!!
Feeling like I was the mature one in my relationship and getting fucked over anyway. (Nice guy gets dumped by slut whore syndrome). I PREFER WANKING ANYWAY!!
Life is a filthy, pus filled, piss leaking, snot encrusted, vomit drinking, cock sniffing, scrotum faced, sewerage bathing, rotting, maggot infested bitch.
Some of the time.
The rest of the time, it’s a CUNT!!!
End of what I think he meant to say.
Now that’s still a bit polite, but it’s better than your la de da, oh woe is me, cat fart of a post.
You want to rant? You want to vent? Well you’re in the right place, SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WASTING MY TIME FOR?!
Don’t come down here to fizzle like a wet match.
CUT THE FUCK LOOSE AND BURN LIKE THE MOTHERFUCKING SUN!!!
Or git back to Mundane Polite Snivels - Introverted Moppet Style.
Exactly. Your rant was bad and you should feel bad.
My rant was bad?
I can’t say fuck you, can I?
Go fuck a cabbage.
I wasn’t talking to you, but it’s already too late for the poor cabbage.
That’s ok then. I wasn’t talking to you either.
You were onto that cabbage pretty fast.
Quasimodal, You’ve played “The Victim” and now, to make matters worse? Your rant has been hijacked by folks making sauerkraut in a lustfully foul manner. NOW you’ve got something to complain about.
What, you mean that’s not the hip thing these days? I thought that’s what the restaurant ‘cabbages and condoms’ was all about.
Five bucks says the “Snerky Snerk” account gets banned before November.
Okay I’ll bite.
In the past year my boyfriend of nine years and father of my daughter was deported after wrecking our car (The crash wasn’t his fault but he didn’t have a license so they took him in.) My daughter and I were behind him in another car so she witnessed the wreck and my fainting and her daddy being taken away by the police.
If that wasn’t devastating enough she was a victim of sexual assault this March. Three 12 year old boys held her down and molested her in our own yard. Boys I trusted, kids she’s played with for a long time. She had to go to the ER and have a rape kit done. She had to repeat the story several times in a week and unfortunately her accounts were inconsistent so the boys who hurt her are free to do it again. And we can’t afford to move so she has to see them all the time. I did change her school when she got to the point of hysteria begging me not to send her back but she is still having a lot of trouble with boys who just look like the boys who hurt her.
She is seven, by the way, and already deals with autism and language delay. Now she has daily panic attacks where she thinks she’s choking and fears she’s going to throw up. She has nightmares. She’s become so clingy I can’t leave the room without her following me. And the worst part for her is that every parent in the neighborhood has decided my daughter is a bad influence because she talks about what happened too much. Her best friend’s mother told me she was doing something inappropriate with Barbie dolls and suggested that just for a little while maybe they shouldn’t hang out. It’s so cruel to my daughter, but I can see where mom is coming from.
Since all this happened my week is like this: Speech and OT on Monday, Trauma based play therapy on Tuesday, My therapist on Wednesday, CBT for her on Thursday, group session for children dealing with grief on Friday. It’s emotionally exhausting for both of us.
We applied for disability for her but we were turned down because she’s apparently not autistic enough. Bah.
I have been officially diagnosed with PTSD. After she was molested I started having flashbacks from when I was molested as a child. I’ve been dealing with depersonalization and delusions and panic attacks worse than I’ve ever experienced. One of the meds my shrink put me on caused dissociation so bad I started cutting myself just to be assured I actually existed. I pulled out all my eyebrows and some hair around my hairline. Even though now I’m off the med for over a month I’m still compelled to pull them out and I pick at myself and rub my skin raw. I can’t work now. I can barely drive but I have to, every day. With expired tags.
And of course there’s no child support. Her father was sent back to Mexico in May where now he makes the equivalent of 12 dollars a day. There are no phones where he lives so we rarely hear from him. I’ve gotten over him for the most part and enjoy the peace of not being worried that the worst could happen, because it HAS happened.
And I’m getting to fucking old for this bullshit. I just want to retreat to my room and let the world just fade away, but I refuse to do that to my daughter. She deserves at least one responsible parent.
Is this all a problem worth ranting about? I’ve been holding it in a long time now.
Sorry to hear that Rushgeekgirl - did you break up with your boyfriend before the crash?
Could HAVE left.
Vent if you got to, man. Lotsa dudes have been where you are and lots find a path out. It’s big mug of pride you got to swallow, moving in with the 'rents, but make the most of it. Consider this a “reset,” ditch the horrible job and find something you want to do; stay away from the horrible girl, even when you both get lonely; spend some time every day staying/getting in shape (too many reasons, just trust me on this one); and above all, don’t think of your failures as ‘mistakes’, think of them as lessons and learn from them. For instance, you will never again embarass yourself in public by saying, “could of” when you mean “could have.” 
Hang in there. Don’t fight the current, swim with it.
Well, there’s also the people who’ve lost a boyfriend, and those who haven’t had either, but all in all I’ll say that yes, it’s a pretty common experience. Still a bummer, though.
Now excuse me, I need to take my pedant ass somewhere else…
I just want to point out that fucked cabbage with Jism Toads would make a really shitty breakfast. Maybe some Tabasco sauce would spark it up a little.
And I’ll see Súil Dubh’s bet and Raise it to October.