I’ll find a girlfriend and live a straight life. I'll finish school, get a job, and eventually take out a loan to buy a damn good big-screen TV and a car. Maybe even grab a plane ticket to Africa, though I've been there before.
amberranger8 said:Look, I don't have a prejudice against you personally. It's just that I can't stand watching someone destroy themselves simply because the world doesn't live up to their expectations. Don't get me wrong—I'm not a fan of capitalism either, nor do I particularly enjoy modern society, but I don't resort to drugs to cope; I just choose to distance myself from that mindset. If living in today's world is truly that unbearable for you, you always have the option to move out to a quiet farmhouse in the Midwest and live by your own rules. Get some animals, start a garden with fruit and veggies, and just enjoy the peace! Best of luck to you. And maybe find yourself a nice partner to share it all with.😉
amberranger8 said:In my opinion, you need to grow up and accept the world for what it actually is instead of trying to idealize it. And age doesn't matter here; the simple fact that you're using drugs tells me everything I need to know about your emotional maturity. However, the fact that you even started this conversation suggests that maybe, just maybe, you still want something out of life. That’s why I’d suggest making an appointment with a psychiatrist. Don't hold a prejudice against them, just like society holds a prejudice against you.
I don't have any prejudice against psychiatrists; I just don't want to change. I refuse to be "normal"—that sounds terrifying to me. And why does everyone have such a bias against users? Most of us are actually decent, sensitive people who just struggle to handle everyday pressure, which is why we turn to substances. We're nowhere near as dangerous as the local alcoholics. Besides, drugs are basically just what a vet would prescribe to a dog...
Keith Lee2 said:People trying to go it alone in their differences? They aren't getting anywhere—just too weak on their own. Your desperate cry for help is basically just looking for someone else who feels the same way. It’s only when you actually band together as a group that you have any real power to make an impact. Look at the LGBTQ+ community, for example. They’re incredibly successful because they use that collective strength to push their identity. If you can't find people like yourself, you're pretty much stuck being rejected or forced to assimilate. Assimilation is a brutal process—honestly, people end up using all sorts of substances just to cope with it. Then you've got those specialists who facilitate that assimilation, the ones everyone seems to distrust—psychiatrists. I totally get where you're coming from, but I can't really help you out here.
Well, I'm not gay, though maybe I am.
There are plenty of addicts here, so the crew is ready if needed.
Someone asked why I even started this thread. Honestly, I don't know. Just treat this like a dive bar conversation—no insults allowed.👍
You honestly don't get what I'm talking about. I'm saying that nowadays, people care about everything except themselves. Self-care is at the bottom of the list.
Rise, run, rush, stop, fall. There are no questions about why or for what purpose.
All you care about is basic survival. That’s my point. You'll spend your whole lives being chewed up just to put food on the table. So, what's the point of living? Just to eat? What comes after that?
Is this really what life is? If so, I'm not a fan. Who designed this mess? You did. And that's why I hate you.
Credit to the exceptions, though.
That's why I know how my story ends. I'll be an addict, live another two or three years, and then umrecet. I'm choosing that over that "straight" lifestyle that's nothing but boredom and misery. And I don't think anyone's going to mourn me, nor do I care. They can talk trash at my funeral for all I care.
One more thing. I'm sick to death of nationalists, racists, and anti-Semites.
I am a Mexican, so shouldn't you hate me?
Do I have the right to plan my own funeral?
If I do, I want two DJs spinning vinyl, a high-end sound system, maybe even a strobe light for the band, and we'll party until sunrise! I might even hire a guy to set up shop out front. (I'd recommend some high-quality stuff). It would be one hell of a send-off... Everyone's invited...
I ask my neighbor, "How's it going?" They reply, "Doing great, how about you?" I tell them, "Not so good." They ask, "Why?" Because you're lying about being great—I can see it in your eyes...
You honestly don't get what I'm talking about. I'm saying that nowadays, people care about everything except themselves. Self-care is at the bottom of the list.
Rise, run, rush, stop, fall. There are no questions about why or for what purpose.
All you care about is basic survival. That’s my point. You'll spend your whole lives being chewed up just to put food on the table. So, what's the point of living? Just to eat? What comes after that?
Is this really what life is? If so, I'm not a fan. Who designed this mess? You did. And that's why I hate you.
Credit to the exceptions, though.
That's why I know how my story ends. I'll be an addict, live another two or three years, and then umrecet. I'm choosing that over that "straight" lifestyle that's nothing but boredom and misery. And I don't think anyone's going to mourn me, nor do I care. They can talk trash at my funeral for all I care.
One more thing. I'm sick to death of nationalists, racists, and anti-Semites.
I don't really know what to make of this one. It’s just... up99. Not much else to say, I guess. Just sitting here thinking about it. Maybe I'm overthinking it too. Probably. kaže: I'm just giving them a taste of their own medicine.
The only real hurdle is my family. I love them, and I accept them exactly as they are, but I’m just not going to let them turn me into whatever version of myself they have planned out.
You don't even have a handle on your own language, so how could you possibly understand theirs?
They say they just want you to be happy. But while you’re busy trying to make sense of everything, this paranoia starts creeping in—this feeling that they aren't actually looking out for you, but are instead trying to rewire who you are from the ground up. They don't want to fix you. They just want to wipe away that hollow look in your eyes and mask the despair. It isn't about helping; it's about erasing.
I'm not exactly young anymore.
I'll finally be happy when they stop trying to "fix" me.
Henry Garcia10 said:You’ve mastered the art of finding shortcuts to avoid doing any actual work. You’re also an expert at playing the victim and blaming the world for your own life choices.
You tell yourself you’re miserable because you’re the only one who truly sees things while everyone else stays blind. They aren't blind. They just don't care (even when they act like they do). And honestly? Their silence hits harder than all your screaming combined. Because they actually do something. They mess up. They try. Most of us are going to end up in that same pile of failures eventually. It's just that some of us actually gave it a shot before we failed.
You haven't even stepped onto the field yet. So maybe just stay quiet.
You’re choosing to be unadaptable at any cost. That was your call. You hide behind this whole "I'm just different" persona. But with every word you say and every breath you take, you’re just drifting further away from that reality.
My dear Sherlock Holmes, you aren't fighting society. You're just spinning your wheels against yourself.
You can talk all the trash you want. Sure, I HATE IT! I hate myself because I hate others, but I can't help it since they hate too—they just wear masks to pretend they care. That cashier at Memphis who gives me that fake smile is better than me just because she's trying? Trying what? Trying to be herself? That's what I'm trying to do. Her "silence" really is louder than my shouting.
Also, saying I haven't tried isn't true. So stop talking nonsense.
"Trying to be different." Maybe you're right, but I just want to be myself and nothing else. It's possible I'm getting further away from that.
You all seem so strong, driven by this relentless willpower. I’m not built like that; I'm soft, a coward who runs from reality instead of facing it head-on. Do I even deserve to live this way? Do I have a right to my drugs? And why is this considered hurting my family? This is just who I am—I'm a contrarian, refusing to follow the path everyone else takes..
Henry Garcia10 said:Aren't you doing the exact same thing? It's just more prejudice and stereotypes. They didn't give you a chance? Well, you didn't give them one either. It's just a cycle. Man. That's life. Take a risk. Lead by example. Or just stay quiet.
I'm just giving them a taste of their own medicine.
My family is really the only hurdle here. I love them and accept them for who they are, but I won't let them dictate who I become.
I’m just some messed up kid who’s spent his whole life making nothing but wrong moves. I hate how people live these days, and frankly, it pisses me off. That’s why I’ve chosen pure destruction. I refuse to let the system swallow me whole. Why? Because it’ll just suck me in, chew me up, and spit me out. For me, drugs are where the meaning is. I’m a victim of addiction, and honestly, I don’t care. It was my choice. Eternity from the mine, and that's my right. You guys probably feel sick seeing me, because I am everything you’re running away from. So go ahead, run. I’m fed up with all of you—fed up with those fake smiles you never take off, fed up with your obsession with always being "on," and sick of how too proud you all are. Your constant sucking up, the designer clothes, the perfect hair... it all irritates me. I’m sick of the tuxedos and that forced sophistication. I might be a wreck, but you’re worse. You look pathetic in your desperate need to be accepted. You'll swallow anything just to climb the social ladder. You're just snakes wrapped in polite manners and hollow morality. Every time I tried to be a "decent person" by your standards, I failed miserably, and I ended up hating myself for even trying. I’m exhausted by you people and your endless prejudices and stereotypes. You refuse to see reality. All you care about is yourselves and your polished egos. And don't get me started on those mindless clones posing in overpriced bistros; they’ll probably just marry for a paycheck. They don't give a damn about love; they just want the cash. Some are so clueless they don't even realize they aren't in love—they're just in love with themselves, clinging to some guy who exists solely to cater to their childish whims. You dream of trips to Mauritius or Bali. Why? Just to snap a few photos to prove your "status" and show everyone you can live high on the hog. You’re totally oblivious and pretty damn stupid. All you do is want. You're constantly terrified of being left behind, feeling that pressure to fit in. Every once in a while, you toss a couple of bucks to some poor soul and think you’ve done a good deed. Poor Jadnicak, he's got nothing to eat. What do you actually have? Nothing but obligations. You’re shackled, and your souls are miles away from freedom. You lost yourselves a long time ago. Your lives are just templates. You’re machines. Every morning is a carbon copy. The alarm goes off, you get up, brush your teeth, and shove your feet into expensive—yet somehow still depressing—shoes, tightening a tie that defines your look but actually strangles you. It reminds me of people going to the gym... Is that really living? Is there any beauty in that? Is luxury your only goal? Not eating at a local burger joint, but insisting on some five-star restaurant instead. What will you say when you retire? What will you say on your deathbed? Whose life have I lived? You will all umrecet happy.
Honor to the exceptions.
I won't be surprised if you kill this thread or ban me.