“We are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you any different.” --Kurt Vonnegut
Like this comment if you recently farted.
I farted while reading it, so idk what to think here
It’s the smell of success. No doubt.
Definitely. It’s hard not to be upset that I spent the first half of my life in church learning bullshit.
Yeah the wasted youth I spent doing church shit weighs on me.
Me as well. What really bothers me is it was mostly me driving it. My parents are/were god fearing but I was way more than they were.
All this information about the Bible and it does me no good at all.
Yeah. Nothing quite dechristianized me quite like committing to reading the Bible.
I have ADHD, anxiety, and trauma.
A solid 75% of everything I’ve ever attempted to do takes more time to do than regular folks because it has to be perfect. And then I may not tell anyone about my efforts because I don’t want the attention. Or if the work is too hard or I’m too scared of revealing I can’t do it all myself, I give up. Assuming, of course, I don’t forget about what I’m working on until the relevance has passed.
Oh shit are you me? Adhd + anxiety is such a shitty combo, I feel like I can never accomplish anything and when I do I don’t even get the satisfaction of a job well done because the chemical reward system in my brain is screwed up. Shit sucks.
In my retail days, every time we had visits from corporate. We would bust ass on overnights to make our location look good.
One time, as a fucking manager, I was told I needed to literally scrub the floors. Our machine that did it hadn’t been repaired in 6 months due to the GM pinching pennies. He told me to scrub the real bad parts by hand.
Corporate came the next AM. Spent all of 5 fucking minutes in our store to tell us his flight got changed and had to leave. I chewed out my manager and told him it was the last time myself, or any of my crew was slapping lipstick on a pig for a corpo visit.
Sure. Two big projects at work come right to mind. Both were fucked before I started and ended up fucked when they ended. There is about half a football field in the Great Plains full of valves, boilers, plumbing, and pumps all ready for a chemical process that doesn’t make financial sense to run. The company that paid for it went bankrupt from the project. It sits there rotting. Months of my life, working well over 60 hours a week
You mean life?
Why yes, I am human.
I spent years of my life and a ton of money on a 150 gallon salt water tank. I had a thriving coral population and a lots of cool little fish and crustaceans. The metal-halide hood alone cost $2,500. I moved houses and just couldn’t bring myself to set it back up.
Plenty of things, college being the biggest. But, I’ve gotten to the point where I’m able to see benefits in just about everything I’ve done in my life.
Agreed. I’m sad I wasted time and money on a failed attempt to get a degree, but I appreciate the people I met and the experiences I had.
Listen, if you want a degree, you don’t have to do the usual route. Check out WGU - it’s competency based so basically if you can do the math test, you pass the math class. If you can write the english paper, you pass the english class. Just push through and you’ll be done, and it’s super cheap. My advisor said she had someone finish a masters in 6 months.
Most things, in my experience, are not worth the effort. I really feel that a lot of people who are constantly hustling, going out and doing things, etc. are doing so because they can’t allow themselves to stop and think. I tend to focus on necessary things (food, shelter, etc) and some things that let me feel comfortable. For the rest, I just try to live a quiet life.
Often… I have sometimes spent hours trying to photoshop faces of my mates (with permission) on random objects or random scenarios, like a cat or kettle, trying to make it look as normal as my skills allow for a 1-off joke.
That feels like time well spent.
Yes, but that’s marriage for you.
My degree in software engineering
I work as a professional number checker and “that thing is not on fire” checker now and am getting an MBA to make up for not knowing shit about half of thay before being hired
You mean anytime I write out a comment
Or a response to a comment.
This question reminds me of when I first realized that in the grand scheme of the universe nothing we do matters in the slightest. Not even my first existential crisis either. Looking back on it, accepting the intrinsic nihilism of life is really the least stressful thing I’ve ever had send me into a depressive slump.
