Why so depressing.

[Devil_666]

Jeez does it suck that much to be 40!? What happens at 50? Human and Female is enough!? Must be a lot of 60 year old guys out there doing Trannies. smh.

 

[dvdwyn]

Why so depressing.

I’ve had a few comments about the attitude and tone of some of my posts over the last 6 months (not that any of my earlier posts were much better) so I thought I would explain. Maybe it will even do me some good.

Without going into a lot of personal details, I’ve had a rough life, with many up and down hill battles. My last battle (last job) put me over the edge and I had a nervous breakdown. I’ve been diagnosed now as having extreme depression, extreme anxiety disorder, agoraphobia, insomnia, possibly bipolar disorder and finally diabetes. My first two months of this were really bad, these last two months I have just got back to even being able to drive.

To get to the point, Supervision rode me for one thing after the other until my 90 day probationer period was over and Management beyond that. My Supervisor admitted to me that I looked arrogant and that he made it hard on me on purpose; I can’t help the way I look. About 5 months in I got hurt on the job and reined a streak of no loss time accidents for management. (It’s been over a year and I’m still getting Doctor bills that their workers compensation insurance provider want pay.) My only guess is that they changed their minds about me and wanted to make me quit; when that didn’t work they just started writing me up for anything and everything they could justify. There was a Union at my job, but they always had an excuse for why they couldn’t or wouldn’t help me when I came to them with my problems. I finally just cracked under the pressure. Going over my local unions head has also been no help because it’s turned into me against them; I’m just a new guy so logic follows. The labor board was also no help, and no lawyer around here wants to touch my case; I think they’re scared of the company, its part of a very large and rich corporation.

My last day of work was back in April were I was clearing well over $2,300 a month (big money for me). For the last 6 months I’ve been getting less than 70% of that from a short term disability check. It’s caused a style of living change that’s been hard on my hobbies. This month I get nothing (Nov.), it’s only at the beginning of Dec. that I get anything from the government and it’ll only be 50% of what I was getting when I was working. The lawyers I had to get will even take half of that for their fees, which will make my families Christmas a sad one. With the regular bills, medicine and my doctor bills I want have any hobbies left that I can afford.

I try to think that there are individuals and families that are worse than me and mine, but it doesn’t help much. Being scared and worried has now turned to anger and bitterness and it comes out when I think of what they’ve done to me, my family, and the loss of so many things that were dear to me. It doesn’t help to see so many thing that I like and want, knowing that I once could afford them easily, but now can only look at them and feel cheated.

So that’s it, I’ve got nothing to enjoy but what I already have (for however long I can afford to keep it) and what little I can get by with when I can ignore something else I should be paying for.

Bruce had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We’d run the three miles in twenty-one or twenty-tow minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile [Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six-and-a-half minutes per mile].

So this morning he said to me “We’re going to go five.”
I said, “Bruce, I can’t go five. I’m a helluva lot older than you are, and I can’t do five.”
He said, “When we get to three, we’ll shift gears and it’s only two more and you’ll do it.”
I said “Okay, hell, I’ll go for it.”

So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I’m okay for three or four minutes, and then I really begin to give out.
I’m tired, my heart’s pounding, I can’t go any more and so I say to him, “Bruce if I run any more,” — and we’re still running — “if I run any more I’m liable to have a heart attack and die.” He said, “Then die.” It made me so mad that I went the full five miles.

Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it. I said, you know, “Why did you say that?” He said, “Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.”

 

[Lejuan]

Jeez does it suck that much to be 40!? What happens at 50? Human and Female is enough!? Must be a lot of 60 year old guys out there doing Trannies. smh.

Nah, it doesn't suck at all - let's just say my palette is broader than it once was. Hypothetically of course. I've got a keeper going on eleven years now

 

[OSCORP]

Bruce had me up to three miles a day, really at a good pace. We’d run the three miles in twenty-one or twenty-tow minutes. Just under eight minutes a mile [Note: when running on his own in 1968, Lee would get his time down to six-and-a-half minutes per mile].

So this morning he said to me “We’re going to go five.”
I said, “Bruce, I can’t go five. I’m a helluva lot older than you are, and I can’t do five.”
He said, “When we get to three, we’ll shift gears and it’s only two more and you’ll do it.”
I said “Okay, hell, I’ll go for it.”

So we get to three, we go into the fourth mile and I’m okay for three or four minutes, and then I really begin to give out.
I’m tired, my heart’s pounding, I can’t go any more and so I say to him, “Bruce if I run any more,” — and we’re still running — “if I run any more I’m liable to have a heart attack and die.” He said, “Then die.” It made me so mad that I went the full five miles.

Afterward I went to the shower and then I wanted to talk to him about it. I said, you know, “Why did you say that?” He said, “Because you might as well be dead. Seriously, if you always put limits on what you can do, physical or anything else, it’ll spread over into the rest of your life. It’ll spread into your work, into your morality, into your entire being. There are no limits. There are plateaus, but you must not stay there, you must go beyond them. If it kills you, it kills you. A man must constantly exceed his level.”

Awesome post is awesome. (great BL quote) Some will probably call you insensitive, but i think this guy needs to hear it.

 

[fosing]

well, if you think you've reached rock bottom....

the good thing about that is, there is only one way out, UP. hang in there. :]

 

[cplhicks]

Jeez does it suck that much to be 40!? What happens at 50? Human and Female is enough!? Must be a lot of 60 year old guys out there doing Trannies. smh.

What's wrong with trannies?

It's only half gay you know.

 

[a-dev]

Actually I think the glasses are kind of sexy. Don't get me wrong, I'd bang both them chicks (Ugly Betty AND the chick in my Gif). Just saying I doubt seeing either naked would be cheerful. Those are "lights out" girls: You only hit it with the lights out.

I think that GIF girl is probably very good looking, its just the face she happens to be making. I have no objection to the glasses either.

'Lights out' is unnacceptable. I'm a bit of a hygiene freak and I want to know if someone hasn't cleansed properly if I'm going to be doing something. So if shes genuinely not the most attractive and/or shes self-conscious about her body, sorry, lights are staying on either way.

Anyway...one hell of a tangent this thread took...

 

[Devil_666]

What's wrong with trannies?

It's only half gay you know.

 

[Lejuan]

Anyway...one hell of a tangent this thread took...

I'm no expert, but - aw fuggit, this is the internet, I'm an expert - seems to me nooky and depression are linked. I think the amount of sexy time you're getting is proportionate to your mental frame of mind. And your mental frame of mind is better the more sexy time you're getting. Depressed people gotta get laid. But often they can't get laid because they're depressed. Quite a conundrum. I say in lean times you gotta whore it up.

 

[Devil_666]

I'm no expert, but - aw fuggit, this is the internet, I'm an expert - seems to me nooky and depression are linked. I think the amount of sexy time you're getting is proportionate to your mental frame of mind. And your mental frame of mind is better the more sexy time you're getting. Depressed people gotta get laid. But often they can't get laid because they're depressed. Quite a conundrum. I say in lean times you gotta whore it up.

There's so much awesome in this post the code on this site is struggling to contain it all.

 

[dvdwyn]

[ame]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-i3g-RvC-iA&feature=related[/ame]

 

[fosing]

I'm no expert, but - aw fuggit, this is the internet, I'm an expert - seems to me nooky and depression are linked. I think the amount of sexy time you're getting is proportionate to your mental frame of mind. And your mental frame of mind is better the more sexy time you're getting. Depressed people gotta get laid. But often they can't get laid because they're depressed. Quite a conundrum. I say in lean times you gotta whore it up.

hellz yeah.

 

[devilof76]

Janis said, "Get it while you can."

If anybody knew, she did.

 

[work13]

I'm no expert, but - aw fuggit, this is the internet, I'm an expert - seems to me nooky and depression are linked. I think the amount of sexy time you're getting is proportionate to your mental frame of mind. And your mental frame of mind is better the more sexy time you're getting. Depressed people gotta get laid. But often they can't get laid because they're depressed. Quite a conundrum. I say in lean times you gotta whore it up.