by The_Blode » Fri Nov 03, 2017 1:38 am
I don't know. I'm currently smack-fucking-dab in the middle of my twice a year depression and anxiety fest. Lots and lots of shit has gone wrong this past couple weeks, nothing INCREDIBLY major but a goddamn insane amount of small to medium sized stresses and annoyances. I lash out a bit at those around me, not in a hurtful or angry way but just really fucking short tempered and curt because I have literally never once expressed my feelings to someone and got a response that didn't make me feel worse in some way, so I close up and make it very obvious what kind of mood I'm in. But I don't try to drag anyone into it with me. I might have willingly tried to ruin someone's day just for the company back when I was a teen, but as a father and husband I simply cannot ever justify doing that to someone any longer.
I have these periods (lol menstruation joke) where I get like this, and there's a certain enjoyment to it, a catharsis of sorts. I go online and read up on the happenings of the world and add to my frustration with all the little things that affect me but I can't do anything about, I laugh when my car won't start because it just further vindicates the mood I'm in. And then I see/hear/etc. it. That thing that reminds me how fucking shitty other people's lives can be and how goddamn fortunate I am. A blurb about calling the cops on an abusive relationship. A customer calling in and choking back tears because they had photos of their now-dead kid on their phone and now their phone is broken in a way I can't fix.
I think on this shit and then I get angry at myself for getting angry at life.
Then I'm angry at myself for not letting myself feel angry simply because things *COULD* be worse.
Then angry because I have this desire to be angry or something and it's not making any fucking sense.
None of the fucking problems in my life are solved, nothing that initially brought me down to this mood has been undone in any way, plenty of the issues I'm stressing about will continue to be issues, and I have to stop being mad because of an internal conflict regarding whether or not I have the right to be mad.
At this point I generally have myself a good cry and revert to emotional zombie state for a month before a return to normalcy occurs for whatever reason, be it problems getting solved or worked around or just absorbed into the fabric of my life as a negative inevitability (I have quite the collection).
Oftentimes some random vent online such as this is what finally breaks me and causes that last emotional outburst. I may have a bad night ahead of me right away here. Knowing I put all this shit online and people read it and likely don't actually care at all is sometimes that last break in the dam. It leads to way too many nasty thoughts regarding the internet as a whole and it's overall effect on humanity. We're still in the infancy of the internet and you can see the problems bubble to the surface everywhere. I'm typing it out right now, I can't, I won't, this post will end up past whatever character limit exists.
Thanks for this I guess. And most of your content. Your posts are generally the more entertaining ones to read and they have been for many years now. I lurk logged out more often than anything else so it isn't reflected in my activity but i spend a lot of idle time here just reading what people have written, and the handle "jordancoles" coupled with the image of sipping tears will probably be burned into my brain forever.