By s y Go To Postthat sounds amazing
then again i work for the devil
Is the taco bowl there as good as he says?
By Fenderputty Go To PostMy job is kinda weird. The beginning of a new project chaos. The middle of the job things hit a stride. The end of a job is chaos. The VERY end of a job is like watching grass grow until you've been moved to another project.
This is me right now at my work.
Found out I'll be transferring in the summer a month ago. Now I watching Grass grow and shit till summer beings.
By then all the homies Im close with are gonna bounce tho
So a friend of mine is a pastor. I've known this guy since we were both 13 years old, he was always the straightest arrow I've ever known. When we were all sitting around repeating rap lyrics in high school we could never get him to swear. He wouldn't even listen to anything with curse words that he thought would pollute his soul (not even radio-edits like "yo, what the funk is this?"). He was in the gifted program. He volunteered on weekends. He tutored troubled kids in younger grades (and when I say "troubled," I mean one of them tried to stab me in the neck with a pencil). He was school president.
So today, he went for a walk around his neighbourhood, he felt happy because it was a nice spot and he & his wife had lived there for a year now. Realized it was too warm for his jacket so he went back and dropped it off, then went back out. On his second lap around the neighbourhood a police car pulls up. One of the neighbours had seen a suspicious black male breaking & entering in the neighbourhood who matched his description. Another police truck comes screaming up while he's being questioned, cops jump out.
Yep. This guy got the cops called on him for walking through his front door while black.
This is in Alberta, which is kind of Canadian Texas, and there's really no permutation of "___ while black" that should be surprising anymore, but that shit shouldn't happen in this country, and especially not to a guy who quite frankly is a better person than anyone else I know. Fortunately it didn't have a bad ending, the cops let him go even though he didn't have his ID with him - if you met this guy and his vocabulary you'd never take him for a robber; certainly not the kind dumb enough to break into a house through the front door on a Sunday afternoon. And he knew the postal code, offered to take them to his place, etc.
He's not out there getting outraged; he's not dumb, he knows exactly why it happened, but he looks for the good in everybody, God's plan, all that. This is a small-potatoes story in the grand scheme of things, maybe not worth this long post, way worse endings happen to people every day. But it hit me because out of just about every person I've ever met, he's at the bottom of the list of suspicious characters in this world. It really drives home that there are people who see black, assume the worst and can't see another thing past that. It's not news in this day & age I guess, but it really tells you absolutely nobody is immune.
So today, he went for a walk around his neighbourhood, he felt happy because it was a nice spot and he & his wife had lived there for a year now. Realized it was too warm for his jacket so he went back and dropped it off, then went back out. On his second lap around the neighbourhood a police car pulls up. One of the neighbours had seen a suspicious black male breaking & entering in the neighbourhood who matched his description. Another police truck comes screaming up while he's being questioned, cops jump out.
Yep. This guy got the cops called on him for walking through his front door while black.
This is in Alberta, which is kind of Canadian Texas, and there's really no permutation of "___ while black" that should be surprising anymore, but that shit shouldn't happen in this country, and especially not to a guy who quite frankly is a better person than anyone else I know. Fortunately it didn't have a bad ending, the cops let him go even though he didn't have his ID with him - if you met this guy and his vocabulary you'd never take him for a robber; certainly not the kind dumb enough to break into a house through the front door on a Sunday afternoon. And he knew the postal code, offered to take them to his place, etc.
He's not out there getting outraged; he's not dumb, he knows exactly why it happened, but he looks for the good in everybody, God's plan, all that. This is a small-potatoes story in the grand scheme of things, maybe not worth this long post, way worse endings happen to people every day. But it hit me because out of just about every person I've ever met, he's at the bottom of the list of suspicious characters in this world. It really drives home that there are people who see black, assume the worst and can't see another thing past that. It's not news in this day & age I guess, but it really tells you absolutely nobody is immune.
By Switchpro Go To Posti have to inject myself a huge needle in the leg and i just can't do it.
i'm sitting here for an hour now with my pants down and i just can't force myself to do it.
adam pls help.
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WWFD
My best friend from high school died last week of a heart attack and I went to his wake yesterday. The whole experience was surreal like I know he's gone but I legit am still waiting for him to give me a call to discuss Anime or some crappy B-Movie only he would watch.......... this year has been kicking my ass. I am legit scared of what the hell else could happen to me or those around me before 2018.
A friend of mine loves history and enjoys visiting historic sites. We spent Memorial Day weekend making a road trip to Shiloh Battlefield National Park. It was the site of an early battle in the Civil War and the fighting over the course of two days there resulted in more American casualties than every conflict that came before it, combined.
It was an interesting battle over a vital area to control supplies transported via river as well as being close to Corinth, where north/south and east/west railroads crossed. The Union was holding the landing when the Confederates attempted a surprise attack with superior numbers to take it.
However, there was really bad rain which caused their approach to take three days instead of one. This was vitally important because the Union soldiers at Shiloh were waiting on reinforcements to take the railroad crossing.
The Confederate army was still able to surprise the Union army when they attacked on that first day. They had pushed the Union line back to their last line of defense before the end of the day. The commanding officer of the Confederates sent a letter to his president declaring a complete victory that evening.
However, the reinforcements the Union was waiting on arrived that night. They were able to rout the Confederates that second day and seize control of Shiloh. The highest ranking officer to die on either side of the Civil War happened on the first day of this battle (Johnston from the Confederacy).
The Union soldiers were buried in the national cemetery. The Confederate ones were all buried in trenches and just have simple memorials noting their presence. There were two Confederate soldiers buried in the national cemetery, but I didn't find out the reason why.
Here are a selection of picture that my friend took while we are at the park. It is a really, really pretty place. I wanted to spend days just walking through the woods there, tbh.
Imgur album of Shiloh Battlefield National Park pictures
It was an interesting battle over a vital area to control supplies transported via river as well as being close to Corinth, where north/south and east/west railroads crossed. The Union was holding the landing when the Confederates attempted a surprise attack with superior numbers to take it.
However, there was really bad rain which caused their approach to take three days instead of one. This was vitally important because the Union soldiers at Shiloh were waiting on reinforcements to take the railroad crossing.
The Confederate army was still able to surprise the Union army when they attacked on that first day. They had pushed the Union line back to their last line of defense before the end of the day. The commanding officer of the Confederates sent a letter to his president declaring a complete victory that evening.
However, the reinforcements the Union was waiting on arrived that night. They were able to rout the Confederates that second day and seize control of Shiloh. The highest ranking officer to die on either side of the Civil War happened on the first day of this battle (Johnston from the Confederacy).
The Union soldiers were buried in the national cemetery. The Confederate ones were all buried in trenches and just have simple memorials noting their presence. There were two Confederate soldiers buried in the national cemetery, but I didn't find out the reason why.
Here are a selection of picture that my friend took while we are at the park. It is a really, really pretty place. I wanted to spend days just walking through the woods there, tbh.
Imgur album of Shiloh Battlefield National Park pictures
We also ate at a couple really good hole in the walls while there.
I got some smoked chicken at a place called R&B's BBQ. It was a literal half chicken. Their BBQ sauce was really damn good; I bought a bottle of it to take home with me.
We also ate at Pickwick Catfish Farm. Bruh, some of the best fucking catfish I've had in my life. It was smoked and was served whole. They have a website and I'm probably gonna order their smoked catfish again when winter comes and they start delivering.
I got some smoked chicken at a place called R&B's BBQ. It was a literal half chicken. Their BBQ sauce was really damn good; I bought a bottle of it to take home with me.
We also ate at Pickwick Catfish Farm. Bruh, some of the best fucking catfish I've had in my life. It was smoked and was served whole. They have a website and I'm probably gonna order their smoked catfish again when winter comes and they start delivering.
By Zeus Ex Machina Go To PostMy best friend from high school died last week of a heart attack and I went to his wake yesterday. The whole experience was surreal like I know he's gone but I legit am still waiting for him to give me a call to discuss Anime or some crappy B-Movie only he would watch………. this year has been kicking my ass. I am legit scared of what the hell else could happen to me or those around me before 2018.
Sorry to hear. The same thing happened to me 2 years ago almost to the day. In fact his birthday is coming up next week. He was actually healthy too, and just collapsed one morning. It's surreal. I still have his GT on my friends list as a favorite, just how it was before he passed. Used to always play CoD together and party up on the mic.
Talk to as many people about it as necessary.
The wake has already happened, so it's probably too late to do this, but I got a great suggestion from a family friend when my dad passed suddenly. She took me to her car where she had a legal pad and told me to write a letter to him.
I wrote down all the things I wished I could have said to him, my regrets, and, most importantly, my favorite memories and things about him. I folded up that letter and placed it in his shirt pocket during the wake.
Along with going to a therapist in the weeks afterwards, it really helped me come to terms with his death in a healthy way.
I wrote down all the things I wished I could have said to him, my regrets, and, most importantly, my favorite memories and things about him. I folded up that letter and placed it in his shirt pocket during the wake.
Along with going to a therapist in the weeks afterwards, it really helped me come to terms with his death in a healthy way.
Thanks Kibner and Smokey. I know I am in denial, but yeah you're both right it's best I try to get my feelings out and talk to people.
It is not weakness to see a therapist about this. It may not take many sessions, but it helped me a lot. I know money may be an issue so that may not be an option.
But, yes, talking about it does help. Even if it is to a stranger. Having someone there who will look at you and nod as you tell stories makes a huge difference.
But, yes, talking about it does help. Even if it is to a stranger. Having someone there who will look at you and nod as you tell stories makes a huge difference.
This is a bit too personal to post on GAF but its a little more morbid than I'd like to post on Facebook(though I still may). If anything, I'm giving this reflection for other people in shitty situations to see and know that I've been down that well and climbing out of it only takes the right state of mind.
2016 was the worst year of my life. Not because I was hit by a car or had food poisoning or anything like that. This depression was apathy and complacent. I graduated high school in 2007 and the apathy already started prior to that. Senior year I didn't care about my grades, I didn't care what happened afterwards, I just didn't care. I was so used to following the wave that I had no sense of rational or autonomy. I lingered. I went to community college long enough to waste money but not enough to earn anything. I did it because I thought it would give me meaning. It didn't.
I worked part time jobs. I worked at Gamestop for years not because it paid well or because it was something I thought would develop into a career, I did it because it was an easy schedule. After a few years in that job that I knew would lead to nothing, I tried to go to other workplaces. I bounced around from place to place, never sticking somewhere for long. I was complacent, I gained weight, I ate horribly, I wasted money constantly on stupid things that would never give me happiness in the long-term. I downed 6-7 sodas a day, didn't exercise, let my teeth fall apart and played video games all day. Not because I was having fun. Because it was what I always did.
In November 2016, the day after Thanksgiving, I woke up feeling dizzy. This lightheaded feeling had happened before but always passed quickly. This did not. This still has not. At 230+ pounds, 35+% bodyfat, and a lot of inactivity due to, at that time, being unemployed, I felt the invincibility that was part of my complacency vanish. This issue was not going away. I couldn't enjoy anything, my neck hurt, my vision was distorted, and I had no drive to do anything but sleep. And initially, even sleep was a fear I had. The only two panic attacks I've ever had in my life were both during this time. Multiple times I would lay in bed and think about how I would do it if I would kill myself because I didn't want to experience this anymore. The only time I've ever thought of suicide. I went to the doctor and found no real result, I've gone several times since then and we've worked on a diagnosis that seems possible. I'm not cured but I am better.
This uncomfortable feeling I've had since Thanksgiving of 2016, however, also served as a catalyst. It made me uncomfortable, it pulled me out of my safe zone and made me realize that I wasn't invulnerable. I forced myself to work despite my discomfort, I forced myself to the gym despite my discomfort, I cut out all these shitty habits that I continued merely because it was always what I did. I fixed my teeth, I lost 40 pounds and gained muscle and continue to do so. My problems aren't solved but at the same time, this head issue has been solely responsible for turning my life around everywhere else. I have a plan for my future now, and I'm going to do it no matter what. I'm going to move forward. I'm going to start socializing in my free time more outside of the internet, I'm going to stop spending so much time on games just because they were something 'safe' to me. I 'm going to challenge myself.
2016 was the worst year of my life. Not because I was hit by a car or had food poisoning or anything like that. This depression was apathy and complacent. I graduated high school in 2007 and the apathy already started prior to that. Senior year I didn't care about my grades, I didn't care what happened afterwards, I just didn't care. I was so used to following the wave that I had no sense of rational or autonomy. I lingered. I went to community college long enough to waste money but not enough to earn anything. I did it because I thought it would give me meaning. It didn't.
I worked part time jobs. I worked at Gamestop for years not because it paid well or because it was something I thought would develop into a career, I did it because it was an easy schedule. After a few years in that job that I knew would lead to nothing, I tried to go to other workplaces. I bounced around from place to place, never sticking somewhere for long. I was complacent, I gained weight, I ate horribly, I wasted money constantly on stupid things that would never give me happiness in the long-term. I downed 6-7 sodas a day, didn't exercise, let my teeth fall apart and played video games all day. Not because I was having fun. Because it was what I always did.
In November 2016, the day after Thanksgiving, I woke up feeling dizzy. This lightheaded feeling had happened before but always passed quickly. This did not. This still has not. At 230+ pounds, 35+% bodyfat, and a lot of inactivity due to, at that time, being unemployed, I felt the invincibility that was part of my complacency vanish. This issue was not going away. I couldn't enjoy anything, my neck hurt, my vision was distorted, and I had no drive to do anything but sleep. And initially, even sleep was a fear I had. The only two panic attacks I've ever had in my life were both during this time. Multiple times I would lay in bed and think about how I would do it if I would kill myself because I didn't want to experience this anymore. The only time I've ever thought of suicide. I went to the doctor and found no real result, I've gone several times since then and we've worked on a diagnosis that seems possible. I'm not cured but I am better.
This uncomfortable feeling I've had since Thanksgiving of 2016, however, also served as a catalyst. It made me uncomfortable, it pulled me out of my safe zone and made me realize that I wasn't invulnerable. I forced myself to work despite my discomfort, I forced myself to the gym despite my discomfort, I cut out all these shitty habits that I continued merely because it was always what I did. I fixed my teeth, I lost 40 pounds and gained muscle and continue to do so. My problems aren't solved but at the same time, this head issue has been solely responsible for turning my life around everywhere else. I have a plan for my future now, and I'm going to do it no matter what. I'm going to move forward. I'm going to start socializing in my free time more outside of the internet, I'm going to stop spending so much time on games just because they were something 'safe' to me. I 'm going to challenge myself.
Awesome story, Data. Getting yourself out of a long-term rut can be the hardest thing there is to do, because the behaviours get so ingrained. Sounds like your current track is the right one, so remember that if things get tough or there's any backsliding. Just keep moving forward.
Sorry to hear about your friend, man. Don't even worry about feeling shitty about it. That's totally normal. The reason depression arose and was maintained in human evolution is because it's a mechanism that draws us back inside ourselves and makes us think more deeply about our circumstances. It's not necessarily something that's automatically bad or that you need to just 'get over.' If you want to process it by talking about it with people then cool, if you don't then just roll with it. Either way, don't expect to reset emotionally for a couple of weeks, maybe even months - depends on the individual.
By Zeus Ex Machina Go To PostThanks Kibner and Smokey. I know I am in denial, but yeah you're both right it's best I try to get my feelings out and talk to people.
Sorry to hear about your friend, man. Don't even worry about feeling shitty about it. That's totally normal. The reason depression arose and was maintained in human evolution is because it's a mechanism that draws us back inside ourselves and makes us think more deeply about our circumstances. It's not necessarily something that's automatically bad or that you need to just 'get over.' If you want to process it by talking about it with people then cool, if you don't then just roll with it. Either way, don't expect to reset emotionally for a couple of weeks, maybe even months - depends on the individual.
Zeus, I am very sorry to hear about your friend.
Data, you developed a habit long ago that created your complacency and now you're ina better state of mind where you developed a healthier habit, and that's wonderful. The hardest thing to do is find that drive to get out of the habit because it was "comfortable", but now you understand what a better "comfort" feels like so don't lose of that track. There's better things ahead for you if you keep at it. Progress is incremental but it's progress nonetheless!
Data, you developed a habit long ago that created your complacency and now you're ina better state of mind where you developed a healthier habit, and that's wonderful. The hardest thing to do is find that drive to get out of the habit because it was "comfortable", but now you understand what a better "comfort" feels like so don't lose of that track. There's better things ahead for you if you keep at it. Progress is incremental but it's progress nonetheless!
I think the biggest thing to me that would help anyone is just to do it. And not in a memey Shia way or in a cheeseball motivational speaker way. Just do it. The thing I did was I knew I had issues for years, I just thought it would be too hard. I'd give up after a week or two on stopping soda or working out or whatever but once I thought I had heart problems related to it, the first month onwards it just became my life. More energetic, more motivated, seeking that conquest that I never sought before.
I wish it wasn't some douchey redpill post because I did read something from a friend that was unfortunately from redpill but a lot of the core ideas really spoke to me about substitution for real excitement and how much you let opportunities pass you by because you're letting something that 'feels like' that opportunity substitute the real thing.
I wish it wasn't some douchey redpill post because I did read something from a friend that was unfortunately from redpill but a lot of the core ideas really spoke to me about substitution for real excitement and how much you let opportunities pass you by because you're letting something that 'feels like' that opportunity substitute the real thing.
By data Go To PostI think the biggest thing to me that would help anyone is just to do it. And not in a memey Shia way or in a cheeseball motivational speaker way. Just do it. The thing I did was I knew I had issues for years, I just thought it would be too hard. I'd give up after a week or two on stopping soda or working out or whatever but once I thought I had heart problems related to it, the first month onwards it just became my life. More energetic, more motivated, seeking that conquest that I never sought before.
I wish it wasn't some douchey redpill post because I did read something from a friend that was unfortunately from redpill but a lot of the core ideas really spoke to me about substitution for real excitement and how much you let opportunities pass you by because you're letting something that 'feels like' that opportunity substitute the real thing.
Be careful with that Redpill stuff..... a lot of Misogyny and just plain misanthropic ideals get mixed in with the self improvement message.
By Zeus Ex Machina Go To PostBe careful with that Redpill stuff….. a lot of Misogyny and just plain misanthropic ideals get mixed in with the self improvement message.I dont read it normally. It's a fucking awful thing. Just thought it was funny that there was a good basic idea buried underneath alpha brah nerds.
Much like a lot of things, I'm sure that Red Pill shit you quote was misappropriated from somewhere else for nefarious reasons. I doubt it's an original thought nor idea and probably can be traced to prior literature or studies.
I'm sure if you did some searches for "substituting excitement for the real and letting opportunities pass you by", you could find the source.
I'm sure if you did some searches for "substituting excitement for the real and letting opportunities pass you by", you could find the source.
Hate to add to it, but one of my friends passed earlier this year. Not from anything crazy overseas, but from pointlessness back here in the states.
http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/bronx/u-s-army-vet-fatally-struck-hit-and-run-driver-queens-article-1.2964121
It was kinda surreal, he was always just one of the guys everywhere he went. But after he passed I think everyone who knew him realized he was one of the best people you could ever be around. We all felt like shit, surprised at how valuable a person we just let walk through our lives without noticing until it was too late. When I first met him I was still recovering from my injuries from the car accident - I was ready to fight anyone, random persons included. He ended up being one of my best friends in Texas until he took off. We rapped about basketball, work, life, being mama's boys, how hard it is to be honest and successful at the same time.... and he was cool in every crowd. Once you realized how focused you had to be to hate this guy, you couldn't help but laugh with him.
Everyone who knew him took it hard. Harder still when his mom took on all the funeral duties through his social media pages and spoke with us all across the country.
What sticks with me most is one of our last conversations. He was headed off to Germany, which was basically the promised land compared to where we were stationed at the time. We stayed competitive with each other, and the more I recovered (mentally and physically), the more I started to win - and, of course, the balance of shit talking shifted to me. I just beat him in a race or something, can't remember now, but on the way back to our barracks I said "Don't even worry, Haz. When you're gone nobody is even going to think of you. I got next and I'm going to do it better than you ever could."
So yeah homie, I was wrong as fuck lol. I got a hell of a long ways to go if I'm ever gonna affect as many people as this guy did. RIP Haz
http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/bronx/u-s-army-vet-fatally-struck-hit-and-run-driver-queens-article-1.2964121
It was kinda surreal, he was always just one of the guys everywhere he went. But after he passed I think everyone who knew him realized he was one of the best people you could ever be around. We all felt like shit, surprised at how valuable a person we just let walk through our lives without noticing until it was too late. When I first met him I was still recovering from my injuries from the car accident - I was ready to fight anyone, random persons included. He ended up being one of my best friends in Texas until he took off. We rapped about basketball, work, life, being mama's boys, how hard it is to be honest and successful at the same time.... and he was cool in every crowd. Once you realized how focused you had to be to hate this guy, you couldn't help but laugh with him.
Everyone who knew him took it hard. Harder still when his mom took on all the funeral duties through his social media pages and spoke with us all across the country.
What sticks with me most is one of our last conversations. He was headed off to Germany, which was basically the promised land compared to where we were stationed at the time. We stayed competitive with each other, and the more I recovered (mentally and physically), the more I started to win - and, of course, the balance of shit talking shifted to me. I just beat him in a race or something, can't remember now, but on the way back to our barracks I said "Don't even worry, Haz. When you're gone nobody is even going to think of you. I got next and I'm going to do it better than you ever could."
So yeah homie, I was wrong as fuck lol. I got a hell of a long ways to go if I'm ever gonna affect as many people as this guy did. RIP Haz
Sorry for your friend Dy. He sounds like he was a great guy. It was the same for my friend. I've been thinking about our last few conversations and their so mundane like we would have forever to talk about games and movies. It might be awkward but I think I'm gonna let my family and friends no how I feel about them while they are around to appreciate it.
Dealing with death is weird man... I've been around a lot of messed up stuff but for sometimes it hits you in a weird way.
I saw one of my frat brothers post a memorial get together flier and I was stunned for a moment. I knew four guys had passed away since college but its still just jarring. Four guys I used to hoop with, skip class with, get angry at, etc - all on a flier getting shared on facebook.
And they're the ones I'd typically talk to about it all being so abnormal.
I saw one of my frat brothers post a memorial get together flier and I was stunned for a moment. I knew four guys had passed away since college but its still just jarring. Four guys I used to hoop with, skip class with, get angry at, etc - all on a flier getting shared on facebook.
And they're the ones I'd typically talk to about it all being so abnormal.
I've got a good friend who just couldn't stay clean. He loved dope too much to ever give it up. In and out of rehab numerous times, like three Tiger style dui's which he beat every time in court because he's a white Jew and the judges in Baltimore are "forgiving" to that combo. He's also a young attorney, but was fired from two firms he was working at for dumb shit like being late to court or just never being on time.
He was clean for a stretch last year, started working at this car warranty place and for some dumb reason got the itch and decided to wake up early one morning before work to drive into the city to cop dope around Pimlico racetrack.
8 am, June 9th, 2016 this schmuck falls out at the wheel during morning rush hour traffic on the highway, crosses the median (which is a grassy hill at the point he made contact) and ramps into oncoming traffic. He collided head first (more like landed since he was airborne) into a Cherokee traveling in the left lane that luckily didn't have anyone in the passenger seat because both cars met on their passenger sides and basically tore each other in half. I have no idea how he didn't kill anyone.
The people at the scene that commented on the story on the Sun papers site said he was grey and dead before the emt's started working on him. The woman he hit took a picture and the cars looked like two fucked up cans of sardines.
Anyway, they brought him back, operated and put him in a coma with a broken back, two broken legs and collarbone. He was in the coma for four months, but now that he's awake he's brain dead as shit. We don't even know if he can see. I can't even stomach looking at him at the hospital where he's recovering, if you can even call it that. He yells and just talks nonsense. It's hard to watch.
I feel bad about it; awful for his family who I was close with for years, but they've known he was a mess like this for the last decade. He would just start doing well, and seem normal, and then fuck up or show up all fucked up and then lie about it. Most people had written him off years ago, I know I did, but he was such a fixture in so many lives for so many years that no one wanted to believe he couldn't beat this. He was an accomplished, smart guy, who was well thought of even during his worst years. And now he's ended up like just another college pill head that transitioned to heroin post grad to keep the party going. It's not even sad, it's predictable in this town.
He was clean for a stretch last year, started working at this car warranty place and for some dumb reason got the itch and decided to wake up early one morning before work to drive into the city to cop dope around Pimlico racetrack.
8 am, June 9th, 2016 this schmuck falls out at the wheel during morning rush hour traffic on the highway, crosses the median (which is a grassy hill at the point he made contact) and ramps into oncoming traffic. He collided head first (more like landed since he was airborne) into a Cherokee traveling in the left lane that luckily didn't have anyone in the passenger seat because both cars met on their passenger sides and basically tore each other in half. I have no idea how he didn't kill anyone.
The people at the scene that commented on the story on the Sun papers site said he was grey and dead before the emt's started working on him. The woman he hit took a picture and the cars looked like two fucked up cans of sardines.
Anyway, they brought him back, operated and put him in a coma with a broken back, two broken legs and collarbone. He was in the coma for four months, but now that he's awake he's brain dead as shit. We don't even know if he can see. I can't even stomach looking at him at the hospital where he's recovering, if you can even call it that. He yells and just talks nonsense. It's hard to watch.
I feel bad about it; awful for his family who I was close with for years, but they've known he was a mess like this for the last decade. He would just start doing well, and seem normal, and then fuck up or show up all fucked up and then lie about it. Most people had written him off years ago, I know I did, but he was such a fixture in so many lives for so many years that no one wanted to believe he couldn't beat this. He was an accomplished, smart guy, who was well thought of even during his worst years. And now he's ended up like just another college pill head that transitioned to heroin post grad to keep the party going. It's not even sad, it's predictable in this town.
Just had to pick 2 bugs out that flew into my eye earlier and got trapped between eyeball and eyelid
That's something I never want to have to do again
That's something I never want to have to do again
Zeus, you may not be religious, but I really like the eulogy Monty Williams gave at his wife's funeral. It went over a lot of things people feel through when a loved one dies, the struggle to go on, and forgiveness if their death was caused by someone else.
I think just briefly mentioning my dad yesterday caused me to dream about him last night. I was a young teen for the first part of it (I was ~12 when he passed) and he was bringing me to some stores that I still have poignant memories of with him. After that, I shifted to my current age and introduced him to many friends of mine that I met through college. It was weird but felt good.
I think just briefly mentioning my dad yesterday caused me to dream about him last night. I was a young teen for the first part of it (I was ~12 when he passed) and he was bringing me to some stores that I still have poignant memories of with him. After that, I shifted to my current age and introduced him to many friends of mine that I met through college. It was weird but felt good.
Man, my head went through some shit when my dad died. I remember being in just complete denial for a while. And then having waking dreams where I literally forgot he died and thought he had just been gone on a trip for a bit and I would see him this coming weekend. Or, sometimes, when I saw someone that looked similar to him, I thought he was hiding from me for some insane reason and that if I was just able to catch up and talk to him, things would be back to normal or even better than normal.
Not to mention my friends doing stuff with their dads that I never got and would never get a chance to do, like building my first car together. We legit had plans to do that but I ended up driving his old truck after he passed, so it wasn't a complete loss? I dunno.
But there other things, too, like having him teach me to drive stick, father-son talks about what the fuck ever, and things that I just don't know because I didn't have the opportunity to experience it with him.
e: introducing my first serious girlfriend to him was another thing i wanted to do
e2: my mind also just made up memories of me and him doing things together and since he isn't around to confirm/deny, i don't always know which memories are real or fake
e3: and since my parents were divorced and my brother was too young, there literally isn't another source. especially since i'm missing a bunch of photos that my dad's brother stole from me after looting his house when he died
Not to mention my friends doing stuff with their dads that I never got and would never get a chance to do, like building my first car together. We legit had plans to do that but I ended up driving his old truck after he passed, so it wasn't a complete loss? I dunno.
But there other things, too, like having him teach me to drive stick, father-son talks about what the fuck ever, and things that I just don't know because I didn't have the opportunity to experience it with him.
e: introducing my first serious girlfriend to him was another thing i wanted to do
e2: my mind also just made up memories of me and him doing things together and since he isn't around to confirm/deny, i don't always know which memories are real or fake
e3: and since my parents were divorced and my brother was too young, there literally isn't another source. especially since i'm missing a bunch of photos that my dad's brother stole from me after looting his house when he died
Sorry for your friend's accident GQ
Also Kibner I went through that same thing with my dad. I remember waking and it taking a few minutes fornmento remember he was gone. I'm gonna watch that Monty Williams video. I think I saw it before but I could do with watching it again.
Also Kibner I went through that same thing with my dad. I remember waking and it taking a few minutes fornmento remember he was gone. I'm gonna watch that Monty Williams video. I think I saw it before but I could do with watching it again.
I really hate monthly bills of anything. Phone bills, water bills, gym bill, even something as low as spotify bills or whatever. If I had full-time, I wouldn't. I regularly work 30+ hours a week and rarely go under it, more than enough to cover everything but every so often I get those 24-26 hour weeks and even though I know htat's enough to cover my expenses, I freak out about anything extra and 'unnecessary' because I keep thinking 'maybe they'll just fire me next week' even though I do a good job and they tell me as much. It's just my paranoia.
I realy wish they'd give me full time if just to make me chill out on all that. I felt guilty getting a personal trainer to help me start my routine for 3 months just because of that. I've been off 2 days in a row and feel like I'm wasting potential money. After only 2 days. I go back tomorrow yet I'm still like 'fucking 2 days are they trying to fire me?'
I realy wish they'd give me full time if just to make me chill out on all that. I felt guilty getting a personal trainer to help me start my routine for 3 months just because of that. I've been off 2 days in a row and feel like I'm wasting potential money. After only 2 days. I go back tomorrow yet I'm still like 'fucking 2 days are they trying to fire me?'
Sometimes I make some INCREDIBLY poor decisions man, like the fuck is wrong me man, I dont know if its lack maturity but christ, I need to get out of thinking so short term or it's going to cost me dearly one day.
By Kidjr Go To PostSometimes I make some INCREDIBLY poor decisions man, like the fuck is wrong me man, I dont know if its lack maturity but christ, I need to get out of thinking so short term or it's going to cost me dearly one day.Don't worry, learn from your mistakes. Next time, bring your own ketchup.
By Smokey Go To Postgetting sent to WISCONSIN for TWO work weeks, to a town of < 12kEnjoy the local breweries. They have some good beer there.
help
By Kibner Go To PostEnjoy the local breweries. They have some good beer there.
May not step foot outside my hotel room
< 12k pop + up north does not seem like the best of recipes for a black guy in Trump's America tbh
By Smokey Go To PostMay not step foot outside my hotel roomtbh
being black for a black guy in America tbh
My Iranian co worker , who is cool af, is going with me I think.
So yeah this gon be something interesting
So yeah this gon be something interesting
By reilo Go To PostSee if they got an "ethnic" aisle at Target.
Room service for two weeks no joke.
By Smokey Go To PostRoom service for two weeks no joke.
They don't do Grub Hub in Wisconsin? Actually not even trying to be funny, that app is godly and I am assuming everyone uses it.
By Smokey Go To PostMy Iranian co worker , who is cool af, is going with me I think.you should probably hire some security, or remind whoever is sending you two up there that you're people of color
So yeah this gon be something interesting
When your boss discloses all his personal information concerning how he didn't know he had impregnated a former subordinate because she had all of her periods all the way through term, and dropped a baby two days before the day he had planned to break up with her, and tried to make it work for two years but has given her a 30-day ultimatum.
When I asked him what's going to happen to his daughter, he shrugged. DNGAF.
When I asked him what's going to happen to his daughter, he shrugged. DNGAF.
So yeah me and my Iranian co worker are officially going to Wisconsin. Having a convo over IM about it
Him: You'll get bored. The town is so small there is nothing to do unless you want to drive a little ways it go to bars every night. For a small town they sure have a lot of bars.
Him: We have to hit their brewery too. You'll like that.
Might go dinee in Wisconsin
Still shook
Him: You'll get bored. The town is so small there is nothing to do unless you want to drive a little ways it go to bars every night. For a small town they sure have a lot of bars.
Him: We have to hit their brewery too. You'll like that.
Might go dinee in Wisconsin
Still shook
By Smokey Go To Postgetting sent to WISCONSIN for TWO work weeks, to a town of < 12ki'm a small town lifer.
help
it's pretty dope.
I don't know how my mom can be so forgiving for some shit and I can't. Makes me wonder if it's a "me" thing.
By Zeus Ex Machina Go To PostThey don't do Grub Hub in Wisconsin? Actually not even trying to be funny, that app is godly and I am assuming everyone uses it.Grub Hub sucks something fierce unless you're in a good city.
By Smokey Go To Postgetting sent to WISCONSIN for TWO work weeks, to a town of < 12k
help
Things to do in Wisconsin:
- Roll out barrel, have barrel of fun
- Look at statue of Fonz
- Help locals get started early on "Giannis, Please Stay" billboard
- Learn to spell 'Wisconsin' (optional)
By Smokey Go To PostMay not step foot outside my hotel room
< 12k pop + up north does not seem like the best of recipes for a black guy in Trump's America tbh
Don't worry, there's a black sheriff in Milwaukee.
Racism = defeated
Got vision and dental insurance via my work. Big time.
no health insurance until a year of working though
no health insurance until a year of working though
Anyone live the cell phone less life? I've done it before and I'm thinking of doing it again to save some money. 100 dollars a month adds up for something I only use for a few occasions. Especially when I have a free landline at my apartment. If I'm not at home, I'm at the gym or at work so my job could still get a hold of me.
I mostly just use it on my breaks at work and when I'm going on walks to listen to music to keep me occupied.
I mostly just use it on my breaks at work and when I'm going on walks to listen to music to keep me occupied.