Lol Grunt didn't have a daddy.

Space niggers confirmed.

Domino Hut.

I ate a piece of bread.

Make a bleach coloured snow snowman.

Absurd empathy. Always cared more about trying to make things better and decent for those close enough for me to reach then I ever did for myself. I don't see the point and I don't see any particular light at the end of the tunnel.

But I do see that people are invested in me for all that I am to them, and for all that I try to do. I rarely ever feel like I'm loved, or acknowledge it. But I understand it. Who would I be to hurt them so much?

The mirror image of all the things I don't like about people. I might not be able to fix myself. But at the very least, I can try and make sure that nobody has to go down the roads I took to get to this point. I can correct certain people I know in my personal life and steer them away from decisions and things that will play poorly for them. I can protect them, have their back for anything, and give them a hand when they need it.

But will Leo win the Oscar?

One day they're gonna make a documentary film about how Leo never won an oscar.

And the actor that played Leo will win an oscar for best performance.

Since we're doing our daily rounds of depression talk and bringing out the dead, here's a question for all of you to ponder. It's a dangerous question. And it's always on my mind, personally. I can't shake it.

My current outlook is that of being tired. I don't see the point in much of anything and I'm losing ground, slowly. So, if I were to take that to any person, a professional, or whoever, all of them would say the same thing. I'm depressed. My outlook is warped, yada yada.

But here's the interesting thought.

From their perspective.

From their perspective, depressed people are the ones with the issue. Because that's how perspectives work. If you're not on our side, you're on the wrong side. Gotta love conformity.

But it doesn't negate reality. The truth is, no matter how well off you are, how happy, how good or bad, you're going to face the same as everybody else. And when your time comes, nobody can help you, nobody can save you, and, most importantly, everything you did won't, and doesn't matter.

So the fact is that truly, the big old universe doesn't care. You mean nothing but what you choose to strive and care for, and to live for. But for EVERY single person, they'll all have to live up to that reality sooner or later. No matter how long the illusion of happiness takes you on your trip. The trip always ends. This is on objective fact about life.

Your trip ends. Making happiness a distraction. Puppet strings, almost.

And if I were to tell this to anybody in person, talk to them in person, like I have, they freak out. It's easy to see. Because the first response they always ask is, "How can you tell me that all this beautiful stuff around you isn't worth enjoying?"

Which is a fair point. If you can enjoy life, then why not? However, it's all the more depressing to me when arguably happy people look at a depressed person and attack them passively like that. It's an immediate escape tactic when they're confronted with something that breaches their sense of safety.

But, I understand, that I'm talking from my perspective.

So the question I ask, is, really, is any one side truly right?  Because that objective fact I stated up above is still a thing. And when looked at logically, does it not make sense to a degree, that rather than dance around on puppet strings only to face the same fucking end no matter what you do, that it makes sense to just cut the bullshit and get down to simple business?

Naturally, everybody in here is going to refute this.

But keep in mind. You're looking at the world through your own eyes, and what makes you feel safe and secure. Remove happiness and what do you have left?

A pretty fucking ugly reality.

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Save your condescension and sob story. I don't care. I've suffered a lot and I'm not here crying or trying to kill myself.

If you're mentally fucked up, whatever. But don't tell me I don't know what it's like. I'm not here saying "lol it's easy just man up lmao". I'm saying man up, because giving into it doesn't make anything better.

Oh really? Tell me. What do you get for pushing it out and living your life? Pushing through all the hassle and garbage that will inevitably come your way. You might get lucky. You might be happy. But then, oops, bad roll, happiness taken away, like some toy from a child.

And at the end of it all, no matter what you did, no matter who you are, how good or bad, you die. You'll either die alone, or leave somebody behind. And if you choose to just take the shortcut and skip the bullshit? You leave behind hurting upset people.

But get this, if you committed suicide tomorrow, your family would have to deal with it. It might destroy them. It might not. Or you might go out to work tomorrow with a smile on your face and get hit by a drunk driver. In which case your family would have to deal with the same fucking thing. The only difference being whether or not you chose to die, or were hit with a bad roll.

So you say giving in doesn't make it any better.

Well guess what. You don't have a choice. Being the big man on the block and "manning up" doesn't reward you with anything except delaying what's inevitable. Even if you get a lucky roll and manage to avoid lots of bullshit in your life, you're going to have to face up to the inevitability that one day, whatever makes you happy is going to be forcefully taken from you when you die.

So at that point, really, why bother with it all, if it's so keen to just laugh and spit in your face no matter how hard you try?

Because I'm a real nigga

Well, then I'll tell you what slick. Suppose there's an afterlife. If I get there first before you, you can take my place in the line when you get there because you're just the realest nigga on the block.

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LOL You people

Seems like half of Sep7agon is currently depressed while the other half was depressed at some point already in their lives

I understand some of you guys had fucked up parents and some stuff but... man the fuck up.

Terrible advice if taken at blunt value as is.

I'm just saying from what some of you have said you don't really need to be putting the gun up at your head.

I don't know maybe I just don't understand.

Technically nobody ever should be in the first place. I can't speak for them but I can speak for myself. Which, in itself, might speak for them. Mental stuff. It's all sorts of fun fuckery. So bear with me here. Here's my perspective on the whole deal.

I know something is wrong. I know that I have no reason right now, to even ever consider suicide. I have a lot of things that so many other people in the world don't, that I should be grateful towards. I should be capitalizing on the opportunity I have.

And it eats me, day by day. Get this. I'm crushingly depressed. And I'm aware of it. But being aware of it brings me down. It destroys me, that I have something, but none of it clicks anymore. It's just sitting right there in front of me but I don't see it. I do, but it means nothing to me. The most insane way to say it, is that I'm depressed about being depressed.

Everything I do comes back around at me like a reflect, not to feel good, but to feel shitty. And if it's not feeling shitty, it's feeling empty and tired. Tired of having to put up a show to people around me. Tired of dragging myself on like this. And the worst part is, there's a piece of me that understands all this. I know why, I know where.

But I don't know how. How do I fix this? I keep looking for help, for something, and none of it's working. I'm legitimately giving it my best, the last of what I have, to try and beat this. And it just knocks me down like nothing. I have to fight off the urge to just walk out at a night in any direction until I freeze to death. It's not even fighting. I have to look at it in black and white rational thought in order to remind myself of what I have all around me, that I keep disconnecting from.

So, you go ahead and puzzle over that one for me. Because saying "lol fix it" is about as useful and helpful as taking a paper airplane and throwing it over my head. The same might apply to other people as well. Some might be trying, and some might not be.

Some might have some unknown mental condition, or some unconscious mental roadblock in their way. Some might live in an environment that's toxiclly unhealthy for them mentally. Who knows.

But I do know, that sayng lol fix it doesn't help. If it only it were so simple and easy, believe me, I'm sure many of us would've dug ourselves out of our fuckin' holes by now.

LOL You people

What else where you expecting? People not to be supportive?

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what is that picture from

Insidious

Is what me and your mom watched last night during netflix and chill.

My mom died 3 years ago in a horrific car accident.

Being dead doesn't stop me. Did you know that graveyards get good wifi?

Quote from: SecondSlash on December 13, 2015, 12:00:32 PM

what is that picture from

Insidious

Is what me and your mom watched last night during netflix and chill.

This thread is illustrating us to places

Quote from: Snowtrap on December 13, 2015, 11:05:22 AM

There's somebody I'd have little to no qualms about driving a tractor over.

Thanks for the bad memories.

What user did you think he was?

Dunno. I don't think he was an alt. But I remember seeing pictures of him like six months after he got perma'd from here on Bungle. He made a thread about his GF and then got smoked out by offtopic because she was anorexic and he was supporting it.

The thread was nuked by the ninjas not long after because that was shitfest if there ever was one.

But I tell you what, dude was a slippery looking little sack of shit. One of those people with a face you'd just like to deck in with a toolbox or cast iron frying pan.

There's somebody I'd have little to no qualms about driving a tractor over.

Thanks for the bad memories.