Always my weight is the problem.
I’m a burden this. A ***** that.
No common sense. but some book sense.
I keep thinking I just need to leave this place, move in alone, and just survive with the bare necessities at this point.
I feel so useless, and I’m just too damaged to have a girlfriend or a family of my own, or to support my family.
What does a mess like me even do?
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I mean, there’s this me within the husk of abused flesh that I now must wear every day that wants to encourage you, but that’s the wrong move actually.
So you’re a mess. Because of your weight? As valid a reason as any other. Lady came into the office and told me she was having to give up her life to take care of her daughter who had brain cancer that they couldn’t operate on. Now that’s a spicy burden pudding eh?!
not that it’s a burden contest. I have worse stories if it was.
Agony all around, we’re all struggling to find worth in ourselves…… but death doesn’t come any easier now does it?
I think more of us need to own being the problem. Maybe the world….. needs problems. It’s the conclusion I’m starting to come to. Who would they be, minus us? I’d love to see it. Who would we be if we didn’t feel like the problem? Also an interesting thing to ponder.
It probably won’t happen. Powerless vs control, that’s the key to the whole thing. Do you think you have control over whether you are the problem? I don’t. Not anymore, I tried to take that control. Shows me for trying to rise above my station.
So if I am, by nature and not by decision a deplorable and unwelcome creature, and this is an irredeemable state…… how I feel about it doesn’t even enter into it.
So I decided why should I bother to care. The devil doesn’t care that God hates him. I assume. He’s always trying to trick God, or am I thinking of Bugs Bunny? Either way, tricksters gotta trickster, foil has got to foil. You play the hand you’re dealt.
I just don’t think it’s any more complicated than that. I think people pretend that they can grab more control than that, but come on, not in THIS economy, with THESE people. It would take a force on the level of Martin Luther to get that to happen. The church doesn’t have it within it anymore, no organization has people that committed to morality anymore.
Oh, it would also take a plague on the scale of the black death, but that actually seems like it’s still a 50/50 shot what with climate change and the state of healthcare/workplace safety. That was the double punch that gave us the enlightenment period, and that died somewhere in the 1980s. Disease and reorganization of faith around what the people wanted.
Man talk about burdens, there’s the prize winner; share croppers, who had to pay their lords before they got to eat, so half the years they didn’t, well they didn’t eat much apart from dirt. That’s what we have to look forward to, isn’t that fun? In today’s world it’s called a commission only job.
so I’m saying lean in, I’m not entirely making it about me. I’m making it a little about me, because I’m the problem, and that’s part of what being the problem is about, and I’m okay with that.
If you’ve got a bit too much of a belly, well it’s almost halloween, paint a scary face on it, and threaten to show it to people………
I’ve had a day, no more fixing things. I fix other people’s problems, that’s how I pay my bills. No one is allowed to fix any problem involving me, especially me. Maybe it’s like that over with you. So. To struggle is pointless. To mock is extremely emotionally satisfying.
It’s more than that, my viking compadre, but I appreciate the insight nonetheless.
I’m going to need to live on a lot less anyway so I have my plan of downsizing and moving to a place by myself, getting a 2nd part time job, and grinding it out for a while to start to earn more money.
Try not to ask for any more help and just keep my head down.
Therapy will have to happen.
I can’t sit here and say that people are x, y and z when I am a conglomerate of issues myself. So I’ll interact with people, maintain the relationships I do have, and just try to make something for myself at this point.
I may not retire, or start a family, or own a home, but I’ll figure out something to support the family I have, to make something for myself.
Giving up completely is resigning myself to dying, and as bad of a place as I’d been, that is currently not an option at this point.
Not sure what keeps me going, but yeah.
not an option you are willing to entertain. These duties, these obligations, they seem awfully certain. I can’t understand how anything can be that certain. I have obligations and duties of my own of course, but my hand is on the trapdoor, they might be gone in a moment.
Even if I don’t pull the lever, they might go regardless, because life doesn’t provide certainty, that would be a form of comfort. I might be brutalizing the metaphor.
No one owes anyone anything, unless they physically brought that person into the world. It doesn’t sound to me like you are a parent. Even then, many parents don’t want to step up to that….. so even that is an optional obligation.
Which I guess is where it comes down to seeing my own flaws; we take on obligations because it makes us feel important. I’m like that too. Friday morning, before my awful day I was having my smoke and I realized that I wouldn’t be enjoying it if I wasn’t going to my awful job.
Which was part of why I melted down later, because I was really mad at myself for being that pathetic.
I got married the first time because I thought a family would define me, and for a short time it did, then my loss defined me.
and so this is why I’m getting so emotional, and it’s actually 100% not about you but about my past. The house I’m stuck in, I bought with my ex wife, so that bad decision still haunts me, I’m stuck in this place because I was insecure. Yes, it might turn out well, but I see my insecurity every morning when I wake.
Now though I have a wife who is an equal, not a status symbol, and it was worth waiting for that. Yes, she needs me, but I’ve learned that I can’t do as much as I’d like to for her and be healthy for either of us. I can only say what works for me, not anyone else.
But what if I can’t get out? What if I die in this symbol of my own failure to imagine?
Those scars still run deep though. I’ve spent years trying to impress my family, and now they are quite impressed….. it doesn’t feel like I thought it would.
I don’t know why I’m explaining it, lack of other outlet really.
What would my “role” even be, besides the ones outside of my control anyway like being a son, brother, uncle, etc?
To discover a self beyond roles. Who are you as a person who fills a role, or doesn’t? What do you want?
It takes a lot of nerve to explore the uncertain, the bit behind the mask, behind the identity that others define us by.
That bit is more flexible often, and that flexibility is freeing.