My true love is half a world away, looking for an apartment in Boston. She is moving there next month to pursue her PHD.
My roommate has relapsed again. He is using. Maybe heroin, definately a painkiller. I confronted him this morning and he copped to it. I told him I could not stay there if he’s using, but that I wanted to stay. He said he wanted me to stay and wanted to get back on the program. I gave him a couple of phone numbers of good guys to sponsor him, and he did call at least one of them. But when he came back to the apartment, he was loaded again. So I may have to leave very soon. :mad:
Friday night, somebody hit my car. My brand spanking new car. That I’ve had for 2 months. He tried to make a right turn from the center lane! He didn’t even look. :smack: :smack: :smack:
It’ll take at least 2 weeks to fix, impact the resale value, and has already caused me great annoyance and displeasure. And I haven’t even started to deal with the insurance companies yet.
If my true love wasn’t leaving, I don’t think the roomie situation OR the car crash would bother me all that much. But getting her PHD has been a dream of hers, so I have to support her in it (even though it’s breaking my heart).
I recall the words of Frank Sinatra in Guys and Dolls when he was threatened by a gangster. "There is nothing that you could do to me that would not cheer me up!!
Try this:
After failing out of college I was living with my girlfriend. She cheated on me twice and left me for a guy she met in an online computer game, forcing me to move out of our apartment in Portland and drive my car loaded with everything I own back down to Los Angeles to live with my parents who, though happy I’m no longer with my girlfriend (I was living in SIN :eek: ), pretty much wish I wasn’t living back at home again.
They are also getting a divorce after over twenty-five years of marriage; because my mom evidently decided she wanted someone, “funnier” than my father and had an affair with some jizz-slathered goat’s penis of a man from England. My dad has started drinking a lot because of this.
Both my grandfather and my dog died recently, and I was gone both times. I barely made it to my grandfather’s funeral, but they disposed of the dog without me.
I don’t have enough money to register my car so it’s only a matter of time before it ends up getting towed. I also don’t have enough money to buy fresh smokes, so I’m having to measure out the remaining seven in my two month old pack.
I’ve spent the last year and a half searching for jobs and not had a single call or anything the entire time, except once but I was moving away in a few days and thus wouldn’t have been able to take the job.
Now I’ve reached a point of such utter cynicism that even my best friend from third grade onward no longer likes to talk to me much because I’m too depressing. I’m really shy around people I’m not familiar with, so there’s slim chance I’m going to make any friends without divine intervention.
So I get to sit around crying a lot, eating comfort food, and reading The Straight Dope while browsing the internet and paper for jobs I know I’ll probably not get and applying to schools I have no interest in attending.
I’d offer to pull up a chair and buy you a beer to drown your sorrows, but I still have to wait another six months for that.
Um…you want an old and slightly crushed clove cigarette instead?
WSLer, given your own whiny thread currently floating around the Pit, I’d think you’d be more empathetic for a fellow Doper down on his luck. But maybe insulting others is your way of coping. Schmuck.
and you again missed the fucking obvious - it’s a two month old pack of cigarettes - meaning he hasn’t bought one in two months (which seems to coincide w/his downward financial spiral), which means, he wasn’t out fucking buying cigs instead of saving up for the registration on the car.
But it had occurred to me that if…
…I hadn’t splurged and decided to finally get a haircut and look halfway decent a last month I’d have more money.
…I hadn’t bought my ex that game for Christmas she’d never have met that guy and I’d have money.
…I hadn’t been such a dumbass in college I’d still be there.
…I wasn’t such a wuss and shy around people I might have a chance of meeting someone else someday.
…I had paid more attention to my relationship I might have been able to set things right again before it all fell apart.
…I burst into flames one night the only person who would notice would be my dad, and it would probably take him a day or two to check.
…I didn’t start crying at the drop of a hat I might not have distanced myself from my old friends.
…I didn’t cram food down my gullet in an effort to induce fake happiness I wouldn’t be gaining weight back that I lost during college and helped me attract my ex in the first place.
…I stole a baboon from the zoo and dressed it in riding chaps, pasties, and a Wisconsin cheese hat and sat him in a wheelbarrow and made him fist people’s left ear on the street for cash while I sang the words of The Venga Bus to the tune of Greensleeves played on an oboe in my nose I’d have both a job, and money.
I sit around and play the “If I…” game with myself all day. If you’re trying to tell me that it’s my fault that my life sucks, there’s no need. I never doubted that in the least.
Spooje and DarkPrince, good luck working out all the things that are making your life look like a suck-fest right now. Believe it or not, things usually do get better. Nothing stays good forever, and nothing stays bad, either.
"Gee, maybe if you quit smoking you would at least have SOME money that you could put towards registering your car. "
For some people, cigarettes are among their best sources of comfort. If their life is bad, I wouldn’t blame them for spending what little money they have for some comfort and if it’s cigarettes, then so be it!
As for “If I…” Well, if a frog had wings, he wouldn’t bumb his ass.
I have given it some thought. Ands believe me, I continue to give it thought…
The thing is, I don’t know a soul in Boston. My immediate family, freinds and support group are here in Sunny LA. I have never been to that part of the country. (I drove through New York once, at a high speed) I have bills that need paying still (the new car that just violated). I don’t much like my job, but it pays the bills. And truth be told, I’m lucky to have it, given my skill level.
And…we haven’t had the talk. You know, the ‘where are we going, what’s in our future’ talk. I plan on having that talk with her when I see her nect week. We both have hinted about the long term possibilites of our relationship, but…
…but if I hear what I want to hear, it means a decision on my part that will be difficult. If I don’t hear what I want to hear, life will suck entirely.
Like he doesn’t have enough on his plate already without kicking smoking. Besides, for all we know this person might need hundreds or maybe even thousands of dollars to get insurance, to pass the smog test, whatever. I doubt if it’s just a measly little registration fee. A pack of smokes here and there probably isn’t going to make much difference.
