I’m a thread killer.
I will never fall in love
I will never lose 75 pounds
I think I was an accident
I just know i’m gonna wake up with a huge zit tomorrow,just when I have a date.
I didn’t let Lab2490 kill the thread.
I just denied him something.
I’m such a taker. Mom always told me I was a taker. I can’t help it, I’ll always be that way.
Did you just call me Him? great more pessimism
I cant even type like a girl
I am even ugly bot looking on the SDMB
::bursts into tears::
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Originally posted by keithmac
There is no such thing as pessimism, it’s just realism.
That is SO not true. As depressing as reality is, it can always get worse. Pessimists are those who obssess on such matters; you’re just playing pessimist.
'Possumist.
And I must dissagree back to you. In my experience if I know I’m being pessimistic I can deal with it. It is when what I feel feels like reality that it causes problems. Talking about pessimism is just playing. Believing in the reality of what others find pessamistic that is what I call pessimism. Therapy and anti-depressants help though.
Cheers, Keithy
People think i’m a him and i’m never gonna reach 100 posts.
Life is so pessimistic
My marsupial jokes are reaching vainly, and achieving only grand-mal dummyness.
I can’t tell the difference between hims and hers, and I’m making women cry.
I’m never getting a date. Or a marsupial.
Life sucks.
Oh, Its okay. I’m not crying that hard.
Now I’m so pathetic, even people I unknowingly insulted are taking pity on me.
Can life get any more depressing??!?!?
I think I’m going to break up this little apotheosis-Lab2490 lovefest even though it’s really, really funny. I just can’t let things pass, even when I maybe want to.
I don’t think I’ll be able to break it up. I always think I have more of an affect on things than I actually do.
I think ‘grand-mal dummyness’ is a really funny phrase.
That last bit wasn’t pessimistic at all.
Brain the size of a planet, and here I am, following up on my own post because I didn’t make a simple reference.
I have problems getting hats that fit.
Nobody’s going to believe the second bit because of the first bit, so this third bit is going to seem pointless and dull.
Dereleth, Why did you have to remind me about my large skull.I too have hat problems. so now I have a large man-like head.
::curls into fetal position and sobs::
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i will never find someone who offers the balance of humor, kindness, intelligence and attractiveness that i need.
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my current complicated living situation will end in tears and will prevent me from remedying point #1 for much longer than my brain says it will because i’m lying to myself about my level of emotional attachment.
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i WILL find someone, but it will be while i’m embroiled in the drama of #2 and i won’t be able to act on it.
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when things finally line up in the universe and i find someone, i’ll freak out and wreck it.
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at work, they’re going to figure out that i spend 80% of my time doing non-work things.
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my past sexual partners all lied to me and i have an std i don’t know about yet. or, i’m pregnant and just don’t know yet.
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my current sexual partner thinks about other people when he’s with me. or, he thinks about how other people he’s slept with in the past were better in bed than i am.
Ok, all bullshi**ing aside…since relationships were mentioned:
I’m living with the mother of my two children in my own room of the house I just bought. We were never married, we never had enough in common to really be in love, but I knew she’d make an excellent mother, and time and time again I’ve been proven right on that point.
In many ways it’s a great arrangement, far preferable to living in seperate households; we both get to see our kids every night, we share in the household duties, we back each other up on matters of discipline and other parental matters. I make more than enough money for her to be a stay-home mother with our youngest, so all that works out great. But outside of that, though we get along well, we have no feelings for one another; we sleep in different rooms, have totally different hobbies and friends, and once the kids are in bed we go off to our own little worlds.
I’m starting to feel starved for a relationship now, but I don’t know what to do – I can’t help thinking that bringing another person into the equation might throw off the happy equilibrium and confuse the kids, and at any rate I feel like spending time with someone else would end up cheating them somehow; I willingly I put them before everything else, which is how I feel it should be, but there’s always a lingering doubt as to whether I’m doing the right thing.
I don’t see how this can ever change, not for many, many years. I look at my kids and I can’t regret the circumstances that brought them into my life, and I feel like even a momentary wish for outside relationships will mark me as a selfish bastard, even if only to myself.
I know people have successfully pulled off raising kids seperately, they do it all the time…I’m just scared to death that my kids would be screwed up somehow, and I’d spend the rest of my life knowing it was my fault.
I just don’t know what the hell to do.
ok, that’s out of my system.
I just know that I’m never gonna find my gold cross. I got that at my christening. Even though I dont believe in god , that cross was important to me. which reminds me. What if there really is a god and he’s pissed at me. I’ve probably got a one-way ticket to hell waiting for me.
I refuse to let this thread die!