Thanks. As bad as it is here without insurance… I can just imagine what the repeal and replacement of the ACA will be like. My city had 21 more suicides than homicides last year and it was a record year for homicides. The mental health system here is so shitty. Thought of driving back to home state to get care. But don’t know what would guarantee I got there safe.
Huh, never heard it from someone else. That is my essential philosophical position. Since it cannot be proven that I am in fact alive (vital signs can be faked by the illusion of bad nurses that are actually part of the complex torture fantasy created to keep the pain rolling.)
I choose the Sisyphus solution. Even if I am doomed to roll this rock up a hill for eternity, I can laugh at my masters, crack a smile and tell a joke. This is all a joke of course. We are not in the position to find it funny, yet laughing at it is a critical defense.
This is only a carnival of failure of society has any desire to care for us outcasts. It may however be their goal to make us feel more pain. If that is the case, they would be our enemy. The expected response would be revenge, or spite. Yet if we forgive them, and compliment their cunning in trying to kill us, all the while living on and undermining them, someday we may win. We win because we have not lost yet. We win because others see our suffering, and are not indifferent. It may get worse, yet the worse the storm gets, the better we can appreciate it when it’s over. Someday Trump will die, and I know what day it will be.
That day will be a holiday for the poor and needy. How do I know? Any day we rid our land of those that do not care for us will be a holiday to my family.
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I’m sorry, I can relate…*hugs*
Thanks. As bad as it is here without insurance… I can just imagine what the repeal and replacement of the ACA will be like. My city had 21 more suicides than homicides last year and it was a record year for homicides. The mental health system here is so shitty. Thought of driving back to home state to get care. But don’t know what would guarantee I got there safe.
Thank for the hug – back at ya.
I’ve thought the exact same thing =\
I was about to rant, but I figure I probably shouldn’t.
I hope you can find something that makes you happy :’)
You can kill yourself just try harder
Really 123? First if all that’s the coolest username ever. Second please don’t encourage them to kill themselves.
Working on it. I know I am pathetic – even on here.
A very pleasant hell I must say. TRUST ME, getting eaten by worms, is very unappealing
I guess each person’s experience is different.
Huh, never heard it from someone else. That is my essential philosophical position. Since it cannot be proven that I am in fact alive (vital signs can be faked by the illusion of bad nurses that are actually part of the complex torture fantasy created to keep the pain rolling.)
I choose the Sisyphus solution. Even if I am doomed to roll this rock up a hill for eternity, I can laugh at my masters, crack a smile and tell a joke. This is all a joke of course. We are not in the position to find it funny, yet laughing at it is a critical defense.
This is only a carnival of failure of society has any desire to care for us outcasts. It may however be their goal to make us feel more pain. If that is the case, they would be our enemy. The expected response would be revenge, or spite. Yet if we forgive them, and compliment their cunning in trying to kill us, all the while living on and undermining them, someday we may win. We win because we have not lost yet. We win because others see our suffering, and are not indifferent. It may get worse, yet the worse the storm gets, the better we can appreciate it when it’s over. Someday Trump will die, and I know what day it will be.
That day will be a holiday for the poor and needy. How do I know? Any day we rid our land of those that do not care for us will be a holiday to my family.