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L. Spiro
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What a shitty week, and it’s just dropping more and more.
Over a long period of time I have been going deeper and deeper into a slum.
This dates back to before the Sony offensive-ad crap, which in itself didn’t help (and has kept me from coming here at all over the last few weeks).
During my time in Thailand I’ve managed to accumulate one actual friend, who actually played games and all that with me.
Somehow we managed to have a fight, and he decided never to speak to me again. Then he quit his job here, so I never get to see him again to set things straight.
So I’ve lost my only friend, basically, but try to ignore it and move on (especially given how much of an asshole he was at the end), so as not to fall into the dark.
Over a long period of time I had gotten by without companionship aside from him, and even though I had needed female companionship for a while, losing my only friend just made it worse.
A discussion with my boss led me on a search to find a girlfriend, literally for my own health.
To have a nice caring woman waiting for me at home would really help make all the other troubles go away.
So I start meeting women.
Finally it’s 3 that I like, though I had only met two of them in person.
While getting to know these three, I thought there was hope. My attitude was finally improving.
As for the other two, I met them in person, and we had MSN. I could talk to them often online and things were going great.
I had confidence. I could smile.
This is just the calm before the storm.
So this week, first thing, the best way to start off my week is to get an e-mail from my mother explaining that my nephew has hanged himself because he had a fight with his mother.
He was 15.
How fucking stupid.
Jesus Christ how fucking stupid. I can’t believe this kid would do that. How could he think his world is the only world?? How selfish can you be??
Take your own fucking life to prove a point that doesn’t even matter in the first place?
How do you not realize that at the age of 15, your world is insignificant?
How do you not realize that when you grow up, you look back and think about how stupid you were?
You can do a lot of stupid shit and then grow up and look back and think about how stupid it was. The only difference is with suicide, you don’t get the chance to look back.
Don’t get me wrong.
He was my favorite nephew. But that’s just bullshit. I can sound harsh because I already know how it was.
I have the scars from my own suicide attempts, and I know what the hell he was thinking. He wasn’t depressed. He was pissed and wanted to make a point.
And that’s the third funeral I’ve missed in 2 years since I have been here.
And now all I see are images of him hanging there. Wonderful.
So I guess somewhere along the line I got a bit stressed out and somehow became inflicted with acid reflux disease.
Now I have to swallow constantly and take tons of pills, etc.
Lovely. I love it when life gets harder for no reason.
So now I’m trying to talk less to these girls because with my mood I know I wouldn’t be able to have a “happy†conversation, and I don’t want to bum them out.
So I try to reduce the conversations a bit but not so much they think I don’t like them.
Some shit at work happens, followed by some more shit before the weekend.
Finally I wanted to meet that last girl I hadn’t met yet, thinking this might be a good way to cheer up.
So we go to a big mall here. She is 10 minutes late. Okay, fine. I am happy she is here.
We walk for 5 minutes and discuss our eating plans.
Dairy Queen and Chester’s Grill are next to each other, so I would get a snack at Dairy queen and she would get a seat at Chester’s Grill, then I would catch up and eat with her.
So I get my food and go.
She wasn’t there.
I walked around the area, then went back to Dairy Queen knowing she would go there to look for me.
I waited 1.5 hours and called her 23 times.
She didn’t come and didn’t answer her fucking phone.
Yes, that’s right.
She just fucking left.
Waste my time and money. I had to throw away my ice cream because it melted and got too cold for my hands.
Thanks a lot, fucking asshole.
Nice.
So let’s see how we can make this day worse.
That night, girl #1 of the remaining 2 came online.
She asked how my day was. Without explaining the details, I summed it up as “Pure shit. And you?â€
To which she replied, “I had a great day!â€.
She then proceeds to tell me all about some guy who came up to her on the street and asked her the time, then told her he didn’t really want to know the time but just wanted to talk to her.
Then told me all about how “special†he is and some more bullshit.
Fucking lovely.
Trying not to be a bummer for her, I just told her that was great and I was glad she had a good day. But I was really about to explode.
Next day, girl #2 sends her friend to chat with me.
Her friend speaks more English and wanted to practice.
This girl is really the girl I like most, as she likes a lot of the things I like, including Japan.
Quite frankly, if this girl would like me, I could easily forget about all the other bullshit.
Later that day her friend comes online and asks me if I want to go out for the night.
I am quite happy at this point.
We arrange our meeting at McDonald’s.
Then, I got the stupidest piece-of-shit taxi driver on the planet.
He drove like a grandma on Xanax. Everyone was passing us at 20 miles per hour.
Then we finally get there and he doesn’t have a single coin for change.
I had to waste more time going inside the mall to get change, twice.
How can you be a taxi driver without any money on you at all?
How fucking lovely.
By the time I walked to the meeting place, my date had left.
The one girl who mattered the most among them.
That’s just great.
Oh, and don’t think it ends there.
But I’m too busy exploding to continue.
L. Spiro
Over a long period of time I have been going deeper and deeper into a slum.
This dates back to before the Sony offensive-ad crap, which in itself didn’t help (and has kept me from coming here at all over the last few weeks).
During my time in Thailand I’ve managed to accumulate one actual friend, who actually played games and all that with me.
Somehow we managed to have a fight, and he decided never to speak to me again. Then he quit his job here, so I never get to see him again to set things straight.
So I’ve lost my only friend, basically, but try to ignore it and move on (especially given how much of an asshole he was at the end), so as not to fall into the dark.
Over a long period of time I had gotten by without companionship aside from him, and even though I had needed female companionship for a while, losing my only friend just made it worse.
A discussion with my boss led me on a search to find a girlfriend, literally for my own health.
To have a nice caring woman waiting for me at home would really help make all the other troubles go away.
So I start meeting women.
Finally it’s 3 that I like, though I had only met two of them in person.
While getting to know these three, I thought there was hope. My attitude was finally improving.
As for the other two, I met them in person, and we had MSN. I could talk to them often online and things were going great.
I had confidence. I could smile.
This is just the calm before the storm.
So this week, first thing, the best way to start off my week is to get an e-mail from my mother explaining that my nephew has hanged himself because he had a fight with his mother.
He was 15.
How fucking stupid.
Jesus Christ how fucking stupid. I can’t believe this kid would do that. How could he think his world is the only world?? How selfish can you be??
Take your own fucking life to prove a point that doesn’t even matter in the first place?
How do you not realize that at the age of 15, your world is insignificant?
How do you not realize that when you grow up, you look back and think about how stupid you were?
You can do a lot of stupid shit and then grow up and look back and think about how stupid it was. The only difference is with suicide, you don’t get the chance to look back.
Don’t get me wrong.
He was my favorite nephew. But that’s just bullshit. I can sound harsh because I already know how it was.
I have the scars from my own suicide attempts, and I know what the hell he was thinking. He wasn’t depressed. He was pissed and wanted to make a point.
And that’s the third funeral I’ve missed in 2 years since I have been here.
And now all I see are images of him hanging there. Wonderful.
So I guess somewhere along the line I got a bit stressed out and somehow became inflicted with acid reflux disease.
Now I have to swallow constantly and take tons of pills, etc.
Lovely. I love it when life gets harder for no reason.
So now I’m trying to talk less to these girls because with my mood I know I wouldn’t be able to have a “happy†conversation, and I don’t want to bum them out.
So I try to reduce the conversations a bit but not so much they think I don’t like them.
Some shit at work happens, followed by some more shit before the weekend.
Finally I wanted to meet that last girl I hadn’t met yet, thinking this might be a good way to cheer up.
So we go to a big mall here. She is 10 minutes late. Okay, fine. I am happy she is here.
We walk for 5 minutes and discuss our eating plans.
Dairy Queen and Chester’s Grill are next to each other, so I would get a snack at Dairy queen and she would get a seat at Chester’s Grill, then I would catch up and eat with her.
So I get my food and go.
She wasn’t there.
I walked around the area, then went back to Dairy Queen knowing she would go there to look for me.
I waited 1.5 hours and called her 23 times.
She didn’t come and didn’t answer her fucking phone.
Yes, that’s right.
She just fucking left.
Waste my time and money. I had to throw away my ice cream because it melted and got too cold for my hands.
Thanks a lot, fucking asshole.
Nice.
So let’s see how we can make this day worse.
That night, girl #1 of the remaining 2 came online.
She asked how my day was. Without explaining the details, I summed it up as “Pure shit. And you?â€
To which she replied, “I had a great day!â€.
She then proceeds to tell me all about some guy who came up to her on the street and asked her the time, then told her he didn’t really want to know the time but just wanted to talk to her.
Then told me all about how “special†he is and some more bullshit.
Fucking lovely.
Trying not to be a bummer for her, I just told her that was great and I was glad she had a good day. But I was really about to explode.
Next day, girl #2 sends her friend to chat with me.
Her friend speaks more English and wanted to practice.
This girl is really the girl I like most, as she likes a lot of the things I like, including Japan.
Quite frankly, if this girl would like me, I could easily forget about all the other bullshit.
Later that day her friend comes online and asks me if I want to go out for the night.
I am quite happy at this point.
We arrange our meeting at McDonald’s.
Then, I got the stupidest piece-of-shit taxi driver on the planet.
He drove like a grandma on Xanax. Everyone was passing us at 20 miles per hour.
Then we finally get there and he doesn’t have a single coin for change.
I had to waste more time going inside the mall to get change, twice.
How can you be a taxi driver without any money on you at all?
How fucking lovely.
By the time I walked to the meeting place, my date had left.
The one girl who mattered the most among them.
That’s just great.
Oh, and don’t think it ends there.
But I’m too busy exploding to continue.
L. Spiro