It has been fun going though this series hearing you say they just need to get married over and over knowing how much you were going to enjoy this particular payoff. :)
Vik Persson
2024-10-07 18:58:25 +0000 UTC
I relate to this quite a lot. I usually don't let little things get to me, but when you build up so many comments on top of each other they get super heavy, especially when I'm my own worst critic. It makes you feel like... you could drop off the face of the earth and nobody would notice, and that it would be the best thing for everyone else.
I get these nasty intrusive thoughts all the time, and without insurance it's a real bitch even to try getting meds. I've wanted to get back on an SSRI for years, but part of me remembers that I can barely remember the years I was on them and another part doesn't think I deserve to feel normal at all.
It sucks, I hate it, and I hate myself. I know those feelings aren't like... coming from a place of reality with the situation I'm actually in, but it doesn't make the feelings less real. Recognizing that they're coming from my fucked-up brain chemical imbalances does help, but it doesn't get rid of them.
I love the great people at my shitty job, and after I did everything I could in community college the normal university I transferred to has made it a waking nightmare for me to add classes because of how transfer credits don't track in their online system as valid pre-reqs for the advanced chemistry and math courses I need. By the time I've emailed every department and professor separately all of the slots I can take are gone.
It's been two years, and the one class I was able to get I failed because nobody told me we had to use Microsoft fucking Teams or how to get the class link. Who puts 40% of a class's grade in the first week?! By the time a very nice lady at the campus bookstore told me how to do it it was too late to withdraw without a failure.
It's disheartening. I know that if I try I'll do well. I did really well in Comm College, but that little voice tells me I'm an old, washed-up loser with nothing of value to give the world or anyone in it.
But last week a really good friend I've never met in person told me that they loved me. Like... drilled it harder than Gurren Lagann. I've made a difference in the life of someone that I've never met and probably never will as much as I'd like to.
We matter. We all matter. The voices are stupid, and we're all worth it. Keep riding, space cowboy.
Jane Doe
2023-12-28 12:10:21 +0000 UTC
I know I'm late to watching these, but all of this sharing, especially about working in hospitality, makes me want to share... even if no one will read this. I went to law school, now graduated. My parents tried to help as much as they could, but our financial situation as a whole was not the best by that point. They immigrated to Canada from a third world country, and no matter how much they worked, they felt like to them it was never enough money. They worked as cleaners in multiple jobs. I grew up knowing not to be embarrassed about that. Financially though, it was tough. Especially with both me and my brother studying at the same time. We started to get into financial trouble. The money in my brother and my student loans and the money my parents put away started to look like it wasn't enough. So my brother and I took up jobs while we studied. He took a job as a paramedic part time because it was connected to what he studied, and I took a job as a bartender. It was tough balancing school, a paralegal job I already had (for experience reasons), and being a bartender. But working hospitality brought me this sense of joy. I was always the quiet brooding type at heart, especially when I was studying. I could turn on the social mask when I needed to, which was handy in law school, but that wasn't always me. But when I worked at the bar I got to meet so many interesting people. Those were fun days despite the struggle and the anxiety from my financial situation and trying not to fail. They reinvigorated me. They never felt like a chore.
Cut to around when covid hit, had to leave that job for obvious lockdown reasons. My lectures were recorded, but I had this one teacher who demanded we attend every class in person (my uni was late in locking down). The school offered livestreaming for all the lectures for student who didn't want to attend for public health reasons, but he really just wanted us there. I stopped attending the class in person. Yes for covid reasons, but also because everything hit me like a wave. Had to quit my hospitality job that brightened my day, my girlfriend broke up with me, my close cousin died in an accident, and my mom and uncle, who I was also close with, both got cancer. I just couldn't be present in the world for a bit. I've never been suicidal, but in lieu of suicidal ideations were just thoughts of not caring about doing anything at all. Looking back now, that me would have probably been alright just starving to death. I took the time and worked though it enough to start studying like I normally did again. I was able to get good grades (even topped some of them) in most of my classes, except for that one with the professor mentioned earlier. He sent an email to all of us all saying, "if you don't come to class, you fail out of law school and end up working at a bar or end up an uber eats driver." I did not attend one class of his after that email.
Suffice it to say, I ended up failing that class out of protest. Sad that it was a field I liked learning about, but I couldn't stand that he talked about hospitality like it was a punishment for failing. He didn't even try to understand the reasons why some of us weren't attending the class, covid or otherwise.
I'm not a bartender right now despite failing that one class. I still have dreams I want to accomplish before I retire to a job as one. But hospitality deserves respect and it brought me joy doing it.
MG
2023-06-01 11:27:15 +0000 UTC
Remi buggy fr fr
Chaz Finch
2023-05-30 22:25:20 +0000 UTC
Oh, Alicia, you naive summer child… your family ALWAYS likes your fiancé/spouse more than they like you. That’s just how it works.
jdoggivjc
2023-05-30 15:26:25 +0000 UTC
I'm going to miss Horimiya so much- but, Love is War is also fantastic and should heal the hole in my heart a little bit
Wildstar
2023-05-30 11:59:50 +0000 UTC
Love is WHAAAAAAAAT?! Kaguya-sama is back baby! Love you Alicia! Platonically!
Rat#394
2023-05-30 08:49:35 +0000 UTC
My family also its common among balkan family, that they tend to love partner more then family member lol. They say we see your ass every day, but her we never see lol