Jose posted:

heroin goons, the way to make yourself feel better is with more heroin

Solice Kirsk posted:

Hey addict goon, I've been through a lot of that same stuff and have been clean for over 10 years now. If you need/want to talk PM me.

Jose posted:

heroin goons, the way to make yourself feel better is with more heroin

Solice Kirsk posted:

Can't argue with that.

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I'm 31 years old and I seem to be slowly losing my memory and it's screwing up my life.

It started out as normal things I think everyone experiences, like when you go in the kitchen and can't remember why you got up, can't remember where you put your keys, etc. More recently it is getting more frequent and annoying. I will be in a conversation with someone and I'll have the sudden realization that I can't remember who this person is or what we've been talking about. It happens with texts/online chats too (or even SA posts for that matter) - I'll see them and know they must have happened, but I will have no or very little memory of it happening. I'm also starting to temporarily (for now) forget the names for things. The other day I tried to ask someone at work for a napkin but when I got to that word I just couldn't think of what it was called.

That kind of stuff is more on the minor annoyance level, but I've been forgetting conversations with my boss too. We've been getting in a lot of arguments when he finds out I didn't do something and I'll swear up and down that he never told me to do it, only to find out later that I had taken notes to do it or have an email record showing that I read it.

I don't want to go to a doctor because these kinds of things seem to be degenerative and I'm scared to find out that I'm going to be one of those husk people you see at nursing homes that have advanced alzheimers and can't remember anything, only if things don't slow down I'll be like 30 years younger than them. I realize this is stupid and there are some treatments but if I get diagnosed with something bad like that I feel like my career will be over once they find out.

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My confession that I can't make in the current political climate non-anonymously is that I am what most people would refer to as a "fascist". I truly believe that the United States needs someone with absolute power to turn us around before it's too late. The Senate/House do nothing but throw tantrums and slow the president, and thus progress, down just to try to make a point. There should not be opposing parties. We are one country, there should be only one allowable position: 100% support.

The annoying thing is people lump me in with Trump supporters and Nazis. Trump is an idiot and even with dictatorial power he would destroy the country. We need someone smart and pragmatic, someone who won't sabotage themselves like Hitler did and turn the world against us. I do believe that something has to be done with the many millions of naive liberals who go around saying idiotic things like "bash the fash", which is definitely a complex problem to solve. They can't be killed, otherwise other nations would try to stop us, but I do believe most of them could be re-educated, and if not, relocated to another country where they are tolerated. The bottom line is the USA needs to unite and dispose of the people, institutions and laws that are dragging us down.

My secondary related confession is that I truly don't understand why this kind of thing can't be discussed in a calm rational manner...once someone even suspects you're a "fascist" they just start screeching about nazis and punching you in the face. Yes many dictatorships in the past have failed, but that doesn't mean they all will. We just need one that is a true patriot and will do what is good for the people (at least, the faithful ones), not a power-tripping corrupt fool.

loquacius posted:

Go to a doctor.

SniperWoreConverse posted:

Fascist goon, you should abandon your bullshit ideology that literally completely reverses all civic values of the united states. If you're going to advocate for the removing of undesirables you should be aware that the sword cuts both ways.

loquacius posted:

"In a real fourth reich, you'd be the first to go" -- visionary poet Jello Biafra, in his magnum opus "Nazi Punks gently caress Off!"

Gloryhold It! posted:

Like I'd be the person on the bus talking about Cheese Jesus.

hosed-Up Little Dog posted:

People in the USA, living in the year 2017, won't listen to my fascist rants about "disposing" of the "unfaithful", why are these people so unreasonable??

I hope I'm gettin' trolled because drat, son.

PleasingFungus posted:

Praise Him!

Atlas Hugged posted:

I figured if we are supposed to take these in good faith then going after that part of the confession is just saying, "This is obviously fake."

Chlamyllionaire posted:

Cheese is Christ!

sout posted:

Yeah, you shouldn't work with people who do do that.

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This is a really boring fesh.

I badly want a grimdark remake of the Harry Potter movies. All 7 books, from the start, as grim as the books actually are. The ridiculously unsafe school. The creepy paternalism of Dumbledore that repeatedly leads Harry & co into mortal danger. Whatever madness hormonal teens would get up to with engorgement charms and body-binding curses.

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Well, to begin, I took the advice from the thread and stuck to my guns. Bill's kid was not invited. We got around it a couple times by simply not seeing Bill, but eventually he forced my hand by asking what was up. I laid it out for him, and threatened to call CPS if he wasn't able to figure this poo poo out. Bill got angry, we argued, he threw a punch and I tossed him out. We didn't fight, just scuffled for a second​.

I didn't hear from Bill until last week, when I got a call from his brother. Bill, on the night of our argument, got completely blitzed and drove to his ex's new boyfriend's house. Bill hammered on their door around 2am. He tried to throw down with the boyfriend, and then when the cops showed up, tried to throw down with them. He got tasered and thrown into the drunk tank. He was charged with assaulting an officer or whatever but apparently plead down to something lower? His brother didn't have all the details. Bill hasn't been able to make bail and had spent a bit in jail. While he was in jail, his ex started turning the wheels to get the custody agreement changed.

When Bill got out, he got pulled into a hearing that happened in early March. There it finally came out that he was sleeping with his son in a van. The judge awarded the ex full custody, and told Bill to get his poo poo in order and they'd reassess in 6 months. Instead of taking that opportunity to heart, Bill has just been spending what little money he has on booze and leaving nasty, threatening voicemails for his ex. Bill's brother had called me because he's understandably really worried and wanted to ask if I could help talk to Bill. I just told him that Bill had turned into a real piece of poo poo and I wanted nothing to do with him and hung up. So that's it. I'll update again if Bill gets a felony conviction or kills himself or something.

limp_cheese posted:

The fascist fesh also shows something that pisses me off. People always assume THEY will be on the right side, that THEY won't be the undesirables, or THEY'll be given a spot at the table to help steer policy. In actuality that is very rarely the case. People also love assuming they are the main character and hero in their own story. Ask someone that believes this what they would be doing in the any other era or place in history. They'll tell you how brave and important they'll be when more often than not they'll be "random ditch digger #4154" or "random casualty from a bandit raid."

Otherwise fascist goon if you truly believe what you are saying be the change you want to see in the world. Create a political party that will overtake all others and install itself in absolute power. If that doesn't happen I guess you truly were not part of the master race and are just another random piece of poo poo like everyone else.

loquacius posted:

I've been having (I guess) a mini exesintal crisis, about how loving lucky I am to even exist and how lucky I am to even write this dumb thing

First the formation of the universe, then the formation of Earth took time that is incomprehensible to me, how life was able to survive, how my species came to be from a protozoa, how everything thing evolved to humans

Every single of one of my ancestors managed to make it, through hunger, war, disease and whatever

The extremely small chance the one single sperm from all my ancestors made it, I feel like a second or the very slightest change in absolutely anything could have meant a different sperm making it

The same with my father, I feel like even a second could have changed me not being here

I had some complications being born, medicine where it is may have saved me,and how I was born in a first world with no food or other issues

It's crazy to me and I've obsessed over it recently

Hardawn posted:

Haha you said dodo, like Kaka or poopoo hahah

Gimbal lock posted:

You're looking at this the wrong way, existential goon. The universe and all these variables could not have existed any other way, or else you wouldn't be there to notice.

Gimbal lock posted:

You're looking at this the wrong way, existential goon. The universe and all these variables could not have existed any other way, or else you wouldn't be there to notice.

Gimbal lock posted:

You're looking at this the wrong way, existential goon. The universe and all these variables could not have existed any other way, or else you wouldn't be there to notice.

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I'm in a really bad place right now due to my addiction and heroin goon helped inspire me to send this in. I hope writing it down will help me clear my head and get on the right track.

I have a good job right now and could easily be living in a nice apartment or be a few years into a mortgage on a good house. But I'm not, I live with my parents in the same bedroom I grew up in. I drive a piece of poo poo car which I make the minimum payments on, and sometimes I miss a payment. I have barely made a dent on my student loans and could probably have paid those off by now if I really focused on it. I also have no savings account to speak of, no investments, and do not contribute to my 401(k). I know this is bad but I would rather feel the thrill of my addiction and spend all my money on that. My parents are enablers, and I know that and they know it, but we all refuse to change because change is loving TERRIFYING when you've been living in stasis for almost a decade. And it probably doesn't help that I'm a piece of poo poo son who yells and screams and throws tantrums when his own parents try to convince him to clean his act up.

I am addicted to gambling and it's time for me to finally fix this poo poo and stop now.

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My husband and I both started going to the gym once we hit 30. We didn't have any delusions of getting super fit, we just wanted to stay in decent shape and get off the couch a bit more.

My husband and I were on slightly different work schedules, so he started going to the gym a bit before me, which eventually led to him having a personal training session for an hour before I hit the gym. As the weeks went on I noticed my husband's energy and mood seemed to improve tremendously. However, if I tried to initiate sex he'd shy away and say his muscles hurt or he was exhausted from working out. I started fearing the worst - that he was cheating on me.

The next time we went to the gym I asked about his personal trainer and was relieved - it was a guy named Corey, and Corey even introduced himself to me. I admitted to my husband later I was jealous and convinced he had a cute young trainer that he was cheating with. My husband laughed it off and we went to bed. While we were sitting in the dark waiting to fall asleep he said "Corey's not a bad looking guy though, really" - which should have been a huge red flag to me, but I just laughed at the time.

My husband started spending more time at the gym - culminating in him forgetting about our anniversary dinner and spending it in a training session. We fought and I told him things needed to change, and for a while they did.

One day I got off work early and planned to surprise my husband at home. I got there and found another vehicle in the parking lot. My blood ran cold as I entered the door. I found my husband and Corey, making love, in the bathtub. I'll never forget it because my husband made eye contact with me, then awkwardly looked away, like he expected me to just leave.

That was the beginning of the end of my marriage and the worst day of my life.

feshes posted: