Ren and stimpy will always be part of mine

My parents were so afraid of bad influences, but for some reason they never stopped me from watching this show which definitely warped my attitude towards the world forever, made ma sarcastic cuss who didn’t trust anyone I met

And we will probably go to hell, and that is our great reward…..

I mean this ran in the afternoon on children’s programming, I have no idea how they got away with it

Then there was the thinly disquised episode about anti depressants, where Stimpy put a machine on Ren that forced him to be happy, and Ren hated it, resulting […]

Hey, sorry I need to rant because I have no one else to talk to.
So obviously I’m unfortunately still here, but hell I shouldn’t be if I wasn’t such a coward!
I know I have a relatively quiet life so I should be so happy even if it’s so lonely.
I’m still working in retail and realistically I won’t change it, I’m so dreadful of changes I’m getting meltdowns whenever something big changing in my life and I don’t know why!
So basically I see my options as just be a cashier for 40+ years (I’m 26) which causes me a lots […]

The mirror reflects a face unknown,
A hollow gaze, a heart of stone.
No spark to light the endless dark,
Just endless night, a fading spark.

i’m not even living anymore. i’m just existing. it’s only been one year since i got depression, but i feel like i don’t have anything left worth living for. no friends, no future. my father said im just being a dramatic teenager – haha maybe he’s right

i’m being sent to boarding school next year, i haven’t had a friend in the last 3 years, and i’m emotionally disconnected from my family. my parents don’t […]

I feel like I write too much on here, speaking of me being a jerk, so if that’s the case please someone say something. It’s really a case of me just being lonely.

Anyway, to the point; I was waking up today and I had this brilliant semi lucid dream, I can remember enough of it to know that it was the best written bit to come out of my brain in……. I don’t know how long. It was so well written it woke me up a bit, made me angry. I tried to commit it to memory, and it was almost instantly gone, because as […]

Would I be able to come back

and fight it all away

Would I suddenly find my regrets

and remember why to stay

Little more than 3 weeks away from thesis presentation. I’m beyond fucked. A week ago I felt optimistic. It felt wrong to feel that way, so I’m happy to say I’m fucked. Makes me feel sane. Makes me comfortable. The dread. Hating being around other people. It feels natural. Feeling the other way felt unnatural. For a hot minute there I thought I was hypo-manic. There’s no way I can get my shit together for the presentation. I’ll be lucky if they downgrade my thesis to a capstone. It happened to one […]

It’s kind of everything that’s getting worse, except appetite, for once appetite isn’t a problem. Maybe that’s what I should focus on, what isn’t malfunctioning. I’m getting along with people fine. I’m doing what is asked of me by my family, so that’s good right? The A/C works, which I need today because it’s 80 F***ing degrees in March.

What’s getting worse though is my sleep, and anxiety. I laid in bed last night really struggling, and this morning it was like that too, because I didn’t want to wake up. When I am awake I have trouble finding stuff to do, even just getting into […]

I think I just got hired at this new job but I’m not sure because they haven’t updated me on anything after my drug test/physical/background check.

I’m essentially living with an ogre/twit. My father is someone who nobody ever visits because he has a chip on his shoulder nearly 24/7.

I don’t know if he’s a narcissist but he goes from 0-100 real fast. He likes to find new things in his house to hyper focus on and complain about. I’m fine with following his rules but it’s how he communicates those rules that just rubs me the wrong way.

For starters, he’ll call for […]

It’s hard not to be consumed by hatred, when you’re in pain, and don’t know how to stop it. There’s this part of me that just wants to hurt people, I suppose to have some external outlet for that pain. Or maybe to make them as miserable as me, since misery loves company. Then maybe I won’t feel so alone. Perhaps that’s the delusional logic.

And there’s no justification for that. I’m in this situation because of decisions I made. Other people certainly helped me to get here, but I was as free as anyone can be to choose a better path. So I can blame […]

My wife and my dad keep reminding me not to count my chickens on this one, but this is the most activity I’ve had in a long time. Yesterday I bit the bullet and applied for a company I’ve known about for almost 10 years, a company that does utility locates. I haven’t done any utility work in almost 9 years since my hospitalization. — (my timeline is all over the place, no accuracy to be had on that) —

Anyway, the point is that from the moment I applied they started sending me tasks to do. I haven’t had an employer this hungry since I […]

I’m at the stage where whatever it took to last as long as I have has been used up…

I don’t know why I’m stuck, just that I am. I can be a prolific writer, at times. Yet again and again I keep coming back to this starting place, of trying to write a paranormal adventure which has never been written to break the mind of the reader. In my mind it seems so simple, yet I’m stuck as stuck can be.

I know part of it is the entirely valid fear that no one will ever read it, so much of what I write no one ever reads. Much of what I write is a manic exercise in trying to quiet my thoughts. So […]

i’m so deep in my head nothing is real. i walk past people and most of the time im genuinely convinced they’re not actually there n if i was to just deck one of them in the face my fist would fly straight through their head and they’d keep walking like nothing happened (i promise i won’t actually punch a poor bystander on my way home from work) i’m convinced if i touch a brick wall my hand will just disappear through it. nothing and no one is fucking real anymore and i can’t take it what is happening every one has wires behind their […]

Things are going downhill in the mainland US (I only know about things going on in the US, so I’ll talk about it over here).

Everything I’ve seen or kept up with is just showing things in freefall. Housing, the economy, and the ability to survive is just getting more and more insane. So in no particular order:

Housing: You’re forced to deal with either overpriced houses that are basically impossible to get, especially in urban areas, and if you get lucky and find a house, you’ll be paying up the ass to maintain and renovate it, because shit is more expensive now. […]

Just a sample of why I don’t relate to other people, because there are things I think about I’d be ashamed to talk about almost anywhere else. Here though, you guys know the many ways I want to die…. and kill people… so my insane fantasies isn’t a big jump.

I was thinking about leaving today, and it really is just the climate and the city I want away from.

I thought what if I could pick up my house and haul it up to Michigan and set it down on a new basement?

It’s just…… I’m having enough trouble trying to get myself out of here.

Now I’ve […]

Anyone familiar with the Island of Misfit Toys? I’ve always felt like one. The anti-social ones have always been treated as the weird/odd ones.

But maybe it’s the rest of the world that’s crazy- humming along like a machine run on slave/peasant/min wage labor. Maybe the rest of us just can’t seem to “fit in” amongst all the cogs in the wheel bc we don’t want to be cogs.

Maybe some of us have taken the red pill and can’t unsee the shit that’s our lives and our prospects as just another cog in the wheel, as a chronically poor or “just barely making […]

Do you even trust published data anymore? Until Covid, there were NO studies showing a realistic # of how many unhappy Americans were. All the studies showed 70%-90% of ppl being “happy” with only a small tiny fraction listed as “depressed/very unhappy with life.” Even after Covid, now, most studies STILL show ~71% of people being very or rather happy with life. Which…I don’t believe. Definitely NOT 71% happy in the USA.

The data would have you believe that the vast majority of ppl are happy with their lives, which is just NOT true. Just given the income data- where […]

If it’s alright, I will try to post poems every day. I write poems based on my feelings and experiences; it does help me make sense of all of it. If you don’t like any of my poems, that’s fine, you don’t need to read them or to comment on my post’s.

7 years ago

I still haven’t lived it through

So

I remember crying

I remember pleading

My mom divorced before

But I guess my father didn’t care

As when I was supposed to go

My sister went alone

It was a week

When we didn’t see

My sister was scared

The judge told him to bring her back

I blamed myself until now

My father shouldn’t have

Why did he kidnap my sister?

I couldn’t say at all.

Safe to say

I have grudge for him

He will fall.

I didn’t watch the first video in this series, and now I don’t think I’m going to. It’s a three part series about these guys building a truck to ride abandoned rails, it’s the kind of thing I’d do. I was waiting for this, I wanted to see how it ended because I’ve rode bike trails following old abandoned rail lines. I knew they wouldn’t drop at where they left the last video, but I’m not sure if this is any better.

They don’t say if that bridge at the end is the bridge, if it was that would be kind of satisfying. It bugs me […]