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How so? This kind of sounds like you’re marrying someone you’re not sure about. Do not do that. Do you need help to not marry someone?
More getting married in general, because I don't think it would be 'fair' for anyone to marry me the way I currently am, and there's a specific point regarding religion(basically apostasy in an area that very heavily frowns on it) that I don't think I'll ever be able to properly fix which means it would be a very major secret I'd keep from any potential spouses or lovers, or even children, and I wouldn't want to do that.
 
I feel like I'm supposed to be doing something but I forgot what? Read some anti-psych stuff and now I'm back to "Drop the goypills" but the rational side of me that's like "No." is a bit louder so I think I'll be fine. Oh shit I remembered what I was supposed to be doing as I was typing this lol.
 
I feel like I'm supposed to be doing something but I forgot what?

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Hope your brain and body hasn't taken damage from that, shit's scary.
It was scary realizing I fucked up, I don't think there is any permanent damage from what I read, I haven't developed any lung or allergy issues from it and the brain fog and tiredness cleared up quickly once I got rid of the source.
 
Genuinely, how often do you see an adult with a somewhat functional social life go "yeah so I joined a new book club".
Weekly, because I'm in a book club and every week, really nice, functional, friendly new people join. For sure there's some people who join because they don't have a great social life (me included, I've talked in this thread about my own social isolation after all my friends fucked off to all corners of the universe, I became a remote worker, and my marriage ended), but even they are typically good once you get to know them; they've usually just fallen off the side of socialization because of work or some other circumstance beyond "they're bad at peopleing".

It's been going since January (I joined in March I think) and it has become a really tight-knit group of friends, at least the regulars. Of course some people join and then don't gel with it and leave, but it's surprisingly been a minority. As of yesterday (the official sessions are on Wednesdays, plus any other gathering that may come up on other days), the core group is 24 people, plus like 30 more that "joined" recently but haven't joined a session yet but do talk online. Sessions usually have between 10 and 18 people present, as not everyone is available every week and people's houses and apartments are only so big. We've had to implement processes to keep things manageable, and regulate the rate people are added to the "core" group.

I'm even pretty sure two members are hooking up.

What I'm saying with all this is: book clubs, sports groups, hiking groups, and in general hobby groups* can and do work for people who want to socialize, but you have to put in the effort. First you join, then you show up, then you are actually open to actively participate. If someone joins but doesn't go, or goes and just stands there, it won't work for them.

I feel like what you're saying is just being predisposed to it not working, so it won't work, so don't do it.

But from personal experience, it can work.

*I do admit I'm prejudiced against D&D and Card collecting game groups, as I expect those do attract the dankest, most non-functional spergs available. Anecdotally, my daughter told me the other day that she and her mom went into a card hobby shop to ask about something or other, and the whole store SMELLED OF ASS.
 
It was scary realizing I fucked up, I don't think there is any permanent damage from what I read, I haven't developed any lung or allergy issues from it and the brain fog and tiredness cleared up quickly once I got rid of the source.
That's a positive at least. Glad you didn't suffer anything permanent.
 
I've talked about my wömen stories before (here and in the "why are you single" thread), but I stopped because I had found someone I thought things would work with.

Some months ago I met a woman, nearly same age, good taste in music (actually a musician! great keyboardist in an up and coming folk+prog-rock band), pretty cool, etc. We went out for a while, did stuff, etc, and eventually became officially a couple.

The day we hit 1 month officially together, we went out to celebrate, it was all great, until I got a text from my ex, my kid's mom. She doesn't message me unless there's a reason, so I always check her messages to see what's going on. I checked it, and indeed, kid is sick (caught a cold again, for like the fifth time in a row, it's been months of sick, recover, sick, recover, sick). The whole thing took like a minute and a half, and this was enough for my then girlfriend to flip out. She had a lot of trouble accepting that my ex is still in my life and a constant presence (which she knew), that we're still a family of some kind (which I think is the healthiest and most desirable outcome when you have kids and split up), that I can't know if it's an emergency unless I check the messages, and so on.

We made up in the end, but for the next month, she made a big deal of every little issue. Things like I took too long to answer a message because I was busy with work one day (which she does constantly), I was insufficiently enthusiastic about a letter she wrote to me (half of which was bitching about the month-iversary incident), I did not shit my pants at the story about some random item falling on its own at her house which is totally haunted (because I don't believe in the paranormal), all of those things were reasons to make a fuss and act passive aggressive. But I was deferential, out of respect for her feelings.

The last one was, we were on the phone, I was paying full attention, but she didn't feel I was; so she started with the passive aggressive stuff again, and I got pissed and stopped talking for a couple days. She did the same.

On the third day I decided it wasn't worth continuing; turns out she decided the same.

We broke up on the day we hit 2 official months.

It's a pity, because she was absolutely incredible in every other way. She just had a streak of immaturity when it came to my unavoidable relationship with my ex, such as it is, and it caused all these unreasonable behaviors. She doesn't have kids, obviously, which I can understand shapes her perception of things, she doesn't have the experience of parenthood, but she's 42 and sharp as a whistle; she should be able to understand it and accept it.
Oh, and the paranormal/zodiac shit. Get out of here. Who you jivin' with that cosmic debris?

I know I've said in previous situations, but now for real, I'm gonna stay intentionally single for a while. I got rid of all the dating apps when we went official, and I'm not reinstalling anything for a long time, if ever.
Also I have financial shit to work through.
 
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Watching your mother's death rattle via Facebook chat while 2000 miles away trying to fix a medium voltage drive in the middle of a field, sucks.

I've had better weeks.
 
I hate my job. I hate what I do, I hate my coworkers, and (on a very real and very political level) I hate the organization I work for. Probably gonna put my two weeks in very soon and take a paycut to work a far less miserable job until I can find something else. I never want to look at fucking Outlook or Zoom again. A decent salary and benefits are nice, but I'm in a shitty mood constantly because I'm either at work, at home after being at work (I don't want to deal with ANYONE after work but that isn't an option), or dreading going back to work on the weekend.
 
I'm in my element, in the middle of no where, slightly high and slightly drunk with no pants on.
 
My feelings have been all over the place recently. My cat died a week ago and I don't think her loss has fully hit me yet, as I keep thinking to myself "I should ask so and so how Bean is getting on" when I'm gone out of the house for a while, and I look for her in the house when I'm walking around.

I've also started a new job, and to be honest, I hate it. It's only been a couple of days and it's in an area I've worked previously, but it's not the kind of work that appeals to my strengths; it's very detail-oriented, fast paced and physically taxing, and the sweltering July heat with no air con doesn't help either as I can't concentrate. They do things very differently to my previous role in this area. It also didn't help that my supervisor doesn't have a word of English, made no real effort to help me adjust/demonstrate necessary skills and is a massive anal retentive about tiny details I genuinely don't notice, and I can tell already she's taken against me. I'm a very introverted person; I don't particularly like working with people, I like very quiet environs, I hate being rushed, and purely physical work that has no creativity to it (unlike activities like cooking, gardening, sewing, etc.) drives me nuts. I'm very much someone "of the mind" and I feel drained by monotonous tedium. I am very much a homebody, so I resent the lack of autonomy over my time and body that I feel while working. I just really dislike the areas I've tried and have been searching to secure a job more in line with passions and strengths, but it's been tough going.

With the cost of living as it is and my need to be financially independent I really do need a job, so for now this will have to do, despite my fantasies of quitting and dread of doing a poor job. I feel trapped. Perhaps in hindsight I'll look back on this as a positive experience that helped me develop some grit and work ethic, but idk. The tradeoff is my time and I don't think I've always used my time very well, or that it will be worthwhile. I'm just trying to keep my mind on the future. Any other kiwis gone through this?
 
Had some stuff I don't feel like power leveling about too much. Long story short, the thing I expected to happen did. Mom had a borderline meltdown when I told her I didn't want to argue with her and just wanted to watch movies with my brother that night. Me from the past would have had a gigantic argument and blowout with her. This time I just stayed calm and said I wasn't playing the game. Did record sone of the unhinged ravings so I could have done clarity for others.
It was going to happen. Was only planning on staying a couple of days anyways. Wasn't even planning on asking to stay there before my brother said she offered.
It is nice after having studied this for years to see the rulebook. The exasperated breath and fuming anger when calling us to see what we were doing. The trying to say how deeply I hurt HER her by just not contacting her for a year, the busting down doors and screaming at the top of her lungs about how she won't be mistreated in her own house when I just told her I didn't feel like engaging with her at 11. The vocal fry, the screaming, the weaponized victimhood, using my own shitty experiences against me. All because I dared to... Not talk to her for a while. The idea of just not playing the game pissed her off something fierce.
I did get her to admit she was a narcissist, proudly too and had her tell me I need to become one if I want to succeed in the world, which was funny.
I was wondering why my brother was sleeping 12 hours a day. I almost passed out immediately after dealing with her. Could have slept the entire day.

So yeah. I am truly, actually 100 percent homeless now. Oh well.
But there are shelters and resources out here.
I did find a job after literally five minutes of job hunting though, so that's nice. Got my drug test done today and will start pretty soon.
I actually like this place so that gives me a chance to save up some money for the next month so I'm not completely screwed and can leave here with some cash. Also some time to spend with my brother, which has been nice. It's pretty cold out too so it's not that bad.

Days have been nice besides all that. Been eating some amazing food around the town (had some of the best barbecue and tacos in a very long time), been spending more time with my bro than ever, enjoying the breeze, went to some cool physical media stores. Actually been enjoying life for once, despite everything being what it is.

Things are pretty bleak on the surface, but I'm not letting things get me down. Things will pass. It's so weird having this perspective now. I feel like once I accepted death wasn't an option it's opened up more doors for me. Like yeah... This is bad. But also, this is the road I've chosen. I could have saved up more. I knew what I was getting into visiting anyone besides my brother. I've made my choices. Somehow this is still better than how things were two months ago.
It won't be like this forever.
 
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