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For all your venting, big or small.

Going on holiday in about two weeks. Requested the days off in February, got approved in March. So why am i suddenly on the schedule for my first day of hols?
I swear, management at my workplace are just...clueless.

I'm so tired of snark. Even other people who say they're tired of snark in the context of big budget media, are snarky about that in return themselves and I'm tired of their snark too.

I'm tired of not having any interest in anything I try to watch. 😖

One of my fibroids burst yesterday at work and I can't even bitch about it out loud because the niblings are here, so I'm just laying about in misery.

I lost my Dad last year and it just feels like I'm never going to fully move past it. Like I'll have days when I feel like I'm starting to heal and get back on my feet, then I just end up crying my eyes out sat next to his box of ashes. He was my best friend and he survived so much and we should have had so many more years together and he just fucking deserved better than what he got. He had so much more to say and do.

i'm so sorry for your loss, your dad sounds like he was a stellar person.

Here's a thing on grief I saw online and think about a lot:

https://narwhalertheimpaler.tumblr.com/post/181879443757/this-is-the-most-accurate-description-ive-ever

I've just got back from book club. I was very tired at the end (cancer patient here) and one woman was doing her best to tell me her life story. She would.not.shut.up. I told her to write her memoir to give to her descendants, then told her to join the Family History Society and put it into their archives. She was still banging on about herself when I simply got up and walked away.

We repeatedly had people at the writing group who tried to use us as free therapy. I wish people would join the correct groups instead of trying to appropriate other groups.

Some people out there are possibly poor and very lonely. Maybe they're seeking connection. Did you ever try thinking of it that way?

Nayrt
Seeking a connection is all well and good but not an excuse to be a nuisance to others.

DA Yes, but when they do it this way, by joining any group they can find to spill their story, they either destroy the group because everyone else leaves, or get kicked out for refusing to follow the rules and go to the next group to complain about how terrible the last group was. It's something that happens pretty frequently in crafting groups!

Lmao, no. People don't get to try and rope you into their entire life story just because they're poor or lonely, learn some fucking social graces and recognise that other people have shit going on in their lives too and don't need your baggage on top of theirs.

Sometimes I reflect back on my life and I get sad about how I missed out a lot in my late teens and my twenties (especially my early twenties). I hated my life so much and I felt like I wasn't allowed to have fun. And I know I'm directing my anger and remorse to the wrong place, but it's really annoying to hear my friends talk about how fun and cool that time had been.

They got to go out and have fun. And I know none of us had easy lives, it's still really painful to hear them be fond of a time in which I felt like the world was crashing down on me. I also hate talking about it because they keep doing the whole "but you helped your family out"/"but you're not there anymore" positivity bullshit.
Like, yeah no fucking shit. But I still have to acknowledge and feel the negative feelings.

I also get really sensitive when they talk about the fun times and try to argue with me when I tell them I didn't get to go out and do the fun thing with them. "I could have sworn you were there."
No, I wasn't.

Ugh I hate feeling this grief so much.

Yeah, I have this weird belated FOMO when it comes to my youth. I never did all the things people connect with being young - I never went to clubs, bars, got drunk or partied, all that stuff. And it's not like I actually WANTED to do any of it but it still feels like I missed out on several key-experiences and it's this weird melancholic feeling.

DA I am someone who had parties in their youth (not a lot of them, but some) and I kinda regret not getting better education or being more ambitious. And frankly I don't think I realistically could be what I wasn't. But I still have regrets. Probably being middle-aged comes with that I guess

bweep-bweep-bweeeeep-*!*pshhhhhhhhhht*!*-bweeeeeeeeeeep.

It is so damned hard to house train two puppies. Why did I do this to myself?

Ain't that hard, just follow the fat guy's rules:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvqOEy1A3_w

Ayrt Thanks!

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