Bear Down Wildcats

azgreg wrote:I'd rather drink my own urine than White Claw.

azgreg wrote:

TucsonClip wrote:

azgreg wrote:

Ok that's fucking hilarious.

azgreg wrote:I'd rather drink my own urine than White Claw.

UAEebs86 wrote:

azgreg wrote:I'd rather drink my own urine than White Claw.

Was Percy/Olson Court your sock at TOS?

Phylek wrote:I'm really struggling, right now.

I took someone in to help them out and it turned out to be a huge mistake. After a couple months I kicked him out, but the damage has been done.

I feel so betrayed. I was kind and it was taken advantage of.

No good deed goes unpunished.

dovecanyoncat wrote:I gotta ask: aside from Scum getting his house, is fucking anything good happening lately?

dovecanyoncat wrote:I gotta ask: aside from Scum getting his house, is fucking anything good happening lately?

Phylek wrote:I'm really struggling, right now.

I took someone in to help them out and it turned out to be a huge mistake. After a couple months I kicked him out, but the damage has been done.

I feel so betrayed. I was kind and it was taken advantage of.

No good deed goes unpunished.

dovecanyoncat wrote:As the election approaches I feel as if I'm in a Christopher Nolan film time distortion. The emergent gravity of the event is warping my inward psycho-emotional scale. My dreams are bizarre and chaotic. During waking walks and exercise I run through loops of reminiscence trying to ground myself in a less entropic psychic state. I don't know if I'm in Memento, Interstellar, or Inception, but I don't want to be here.

CalStateTempe wrote:

dovecanyoncat wrote:As the election approaches I feel as if I'm in a Christopher Nolan film time distortion. The emergent gravity of the event is warping my inward psycho-emotional scale. My dreams are bizarre and chaotic. During waking walks and exercise I run through loops of reminiscence trying to ground myself in a less entropic psychic state. I don't know if I'm in Memento, Interstellar, or Inception, but I don't want to be here.

Same here. I’m generally good with compartmentalization but this election coming to a head Tuesday and beyond has me all kinds of fucked up.

ASUHATER! wrote:I feel like I've been having a low level panic attack for like two weeks now bubbling beneath the surface. Occasionally feel short of breath and like I'm going to hyperventilate thinking about just how bad the world is currently.

dovecanyoncat wrote:

ASUHATER! wrote:I feel like I've been having a low level panic attack for like two weeks now bubbling beneath the surface. Occasionally feel short of breath and like I'm going to hyperventilate thinking about just how bad the world is currently.

The dread I feel that would reflect a nation which gave its approval to a disease like Trump is hard to describe. Its anticipation doesn't manifest in any acute physical symptom, but rather in an all encompassing despair. That we as a nation, as an aggregate voice, embraced madness .... how does an individual reconcile that?

Phylek wrote:Tried a white claw last night.

That won't happen again. Ever.

Chicat wrote: ↑Tue Dec 01, 2020 8:28 am As men, we more often have buds and acquaintances and guys you bullshit around with, rather than true friends. People you can tell that you’re hurting or that things are rough or even that you’re just having doubts.

The fact that I have a couple of true friends... guys I can be real with whether I’m truly happy or really struggling... has meant all the difference in the world to me.

I know most of us have been conditioned to believe that sharing our feelings with other men is a sign of weakness, but get yourself a friend or two you can be your true self with. It will change both your worlds immeasurably.

Many of us seem to have ideas about where and who we would be by certain ages – particularly those watershed ages like 25, 30, 35, and 40.

Prior imagined lives where, perhaps, we were partnered to the person of our dreams, surrounded by loving community, thriving at work, maybe even achieving a level of fame or notoriety, and certainly financially abundant.

We all have our own version of what we thought life was going to look like for us.

A picture in our minds that, when we do arrive at that age and experience a disconnect (be it big or small) from that painted picture, can cause us to feel sad, frustrated, or even resentful of life and ourselves for not taking the path that we believe would have gotten us there.

I’ve come to think of these thoughts and the time we dwell on them almost like a reckoning.

It’s a time where, for many of us, we take stock and often perceive ourselves and our lives lacking.

So what’s to be done?

I don’t think there’s much to “do” when we arrive at this place, but rather we can allow – we allow ourselves to feel whatever comes up for us around this.

Still not married and struggling to even find a relatively functional person on Tinder?

Feel your sorrow and anger about that.

Deep in student loan debt and nowhere near where the experts say you “should” be in terms of saving for retirement because the cost of living is so high in your city?

You’re allowed to feel your fear and frustration about that.

Watching your college friends achieve massive professional success by launching venture-backed companies, being promoted to partner, even getting their 2nd or 3rd book published?

You’re allowed to feel jealous about that.

No matter what, we must allow ourselves to feel the spectrum of emotions we have about not being where we thought we would be at such and such age.

The more we tell ourselves, “It’s wrong to feel this way”, or “It’s petty of me to feel this way,” we layer on more judgment and shame on top of already-painful feeling states.

So please try not to do that. Allow your feelings to be whatever they are.

And if we need to grieve where we are, we do that, too.

It may seem “extreme” to use the word grieve in talking about life disappointments but I think that as the years progress and we move away from the years of invincible, wide-open options (such a common emotional state for teenagers and college-aged somethings), and as we plod forward into adulthood, we accumulate losses that need to be grieved.

CatsbyAZ wrote: ↑Mon Aug 23, 2021 8:27 am College buddy of mine is having a pretty bad mental breakdown right now. Ambushing me and two fellow college buddies of ours with bizarre texts and emails. He's 32 and reaching that point in life where inevitable disillusionment confronts your expectations of the life we all hoped to grow into. And with that comes a general disappointment that a number of us might not handle well at all. Kinda makes you realize a lot of us are not that far away from a breakdown of sorts. I think we'll see more of this in general as our population becomes more financially stressed, medicated, less healthy, and becomes increasingly unable to overcome past hurts and regrets.

Carcassdragger wrote: ↑Mon Aug 23, 2021 8:57 am For me, social media seems to be draining my life out of me. I joined to keep up with friends and for the amusement and communication of life's accomplishments it brings.

More and more though, it just seems like I'm witnessing a collective madness. The amount of stupidity, reposting of disinformation, and pointless disagreement, is just making me depressed.

I deactivated my FB account but reactivated a week later and it's not better.

I want to keep up with certain interest groups and have old friends able to find me. I think I'm just going to defriend ALL my friends and keep my group memberships.

I'm sure some will say I just couldn't stand the heat from all these idiotic Trump supporters, but I think maybe I just don't care anymore. This shit doesn't make me feel good.