GamesB2 said:
So yeah this is going to be a minirant/discussion, just throwing that out there.
In the last 10 minutes a girl I went out with and loved for two years has detailed how her mother had a rant at her for 'losing her toothbrush', then later on that day when my friend ignores her, she grabbed her by the arm and pushed/threw her into a large wall mirror that had been leaning against the wall.
She now has 16 stitches, even more medication on top of others (anti-depressants, anti-anxiety, you name it) and I don't think I've ever been this angry at any single person.
However in the interest of turning this into something vaguely positive, what sort of mind-numbingly horrendous things make you want to pack up and get on a shuttle headed to the middle of absolute nowhere? :3
Not to prod or anything, but the "more medication" part belies a far more problematic life for your girlfriend. Something tells me the incident and the history are interconnected (just a hunch).
I hate coming off as an ass so I will try my best not to be one, but seeing as my sister seems to adore people with plenty of their own baggage I can't help but feel your view on life is a little skewed (not a jab, just a statement that rings through to the majority of people). It's a good characteristic, being able to accept and endure another's problems, but I imagine it can twist your opinion on life towards the negative (which to be blunt, probably won't help things overall).
Personally the most hated person in my life is a Social worker. I'm essentially broke, closing on homeless if I can't scrape some money together (currently out of work and no work available anywhere I've looked), not only that but my contribution towards bills and rent are affecting 2 other people who aren't fairing much better then me (though they have work). So I have been looking high and low for work, but need a helping hand to keep me afloat so I don't end up on the streets (and my 2 housemates too).
So I go into social welfare in hopes that I can sort out some form of allowance while I'm between jobs. Due to various arbitrary reasons, I've been rejected (multiple times). What's more, I have been laughed at and nasalgazed by these people who I have come to begging for support.
I have never felt so small in all my life. I have also never experienced such primal rage. Has anyone here ever screamed so loud they hurt their own ears? How about while crying and also bursting a blood vessel? Fortunately I still have some dignity, I didn't do it to the bitches face (instead I bit my lip so hard I now have a scar on it).
First few years of independence have not been pleasant.
Yeah, I'm not a happy camper at the moment. If I could pack up and leave right now, I would... the fuck do I care where I end up? The vacuum of space would be a better alternative then going back to social... at least it would be brief.
But saying that, I still have friends who are a breadth of fresh air in all of this and (if they had enough for themselves) would gladly help me out, relations who should worse comes to worse, will lend me a bed (or couch) to sleep on and keep my belly full. I'd rather stay here with them then be alone in the vacuum of space (idealistically, I would just take all those closest to me and take off... pfft, dreams right?)
While I can still laugh, and wag my middle finger, I have my answer to most problems that life throws at me.