SterlingPooper

joined 5 years ago
[–] SterlingPooper@hexbear.net 2 points 6 hours ago

Anyone can make this stop by making casual conversation with me like I'm people

[–] SterlingPooper@hexbear.net 6 points 6 hours ago* (last edited 6 hours ago) (1 children)

Just get over your rejection sensitivity you dumb stupid bitch

Edit: Just.. press! the happy override button that all humans have! Get the fuck over it!

Edit 2: Why you having problems tho? Don't tell us! Don't worry, just calm down, right?

 

what everything feels like

[–] SterlingPooper@hexbear.net 3 points 7 hours ago* (last edited 6 hours ago) (1 children)

SpoilerI mean it's so obvious. If I were another person and I saw me I think I'd burst into tears. I wouldn't believe that someone could be led so astray for so long, and I'd want to help.

Idk I think Hexbear is Jokerfying me. I just want to be a chill girlie with chill girlie friends. People are unkind about brain fog and dysphoria and rejection sensitivity though. I'm supposed to pull myself up, despite these things.

Like, my ideal friendship is with someone knows and understands all of this about me, and has their own plate of problems that I am learning about and accepting of as well. Friends stay aware of each other's wellness so they can help each other grow. There is back and forth, sometimes I help them and sometimes they help me. But we communicate about it.

I really think if you're too depressed to do something, a good friend (for me) is someone who is willing to step in to help. If you're too anxious to go out, they ask if they can come over. They see you when you flounder and they ask, what can I do? I really think that. Sorry if it's regarded, or petarded.

If this is intense, frankly I don't understand "low-intensity" friendships. "we watch a sport and I go home and he goes home until next week" you're describing a zoo enclosure nice try

[–] SterlingPooper@hexbear.net 2 points 7 hours ago

SpoilerToo scared to call to set up a consultation for therapy.

Too scared to apply for jobs because they'll call me back and I have to be ready to talk on the phone.

People here are getting sick of me, when I thought opening up about mental health/gender issues would help me. I thought I would eventually connect with others who face similar things but that hasn't happened yet.

I don't know if there is "solving" this by myself. I really believe in having friends who are going through what I'm going through. People say they're happy, even comfortable not being perceived, and I think that's fucking sad. I want Depression friends. I want Gender friends. I'm not scared of these thoughts within myself. I want to be able to be there for people.

I don't think people on Hexbear like how much I talk about it, like I'm supposed to be a rugged queer cowboy with my rugged little individualism. It reminds me of, well, bootstraps logic.

"just pull yerself up by yer rainbow bootstraps and solve your life, queen!"

[–] SterlingPooper@hexbear.net 2 points 8 hours ago* (last edited 8 hours ago) (2 children)

SpoilerIt sucks to know that there are helper friends out there, and that I am a helper friend myself, and that there's so much I would do for someone who just asked.

Like, teach me to ask. Teach me these things. I want to be like the normals. I would learn so willingly if someone would teach. You. Don't. Understand.

Idk if you reach a certain point and you lose empathy for the eggs, or you become unwilling to engage, I don't know if I'm perceived as a wrecker or just a confused boy.

I know that I feel the legitimacy of my problems. Whether you people are all secret friends with secret group chats or not, I know what I am experiencing every day, and that I need support from people who aren't waiting to be convinced of my legitimacy.

something something it's called the Left because they leave you to flounder

[–] SterlingPooper@hexbear.net 12 points 10 hours ago (2 children)

Zohran was a SimCity 3000 kid, which makes him far and away the most electable candidate of my lifetime

[–] SterlingPooper@hexbear.net 4 points 10 hours ago

SpoilerI don't know how to initiate, I can say about two words before I either get brain fog or sentences like "you girl, can I be gender like you? I want to be in the friend way of it"

Like I will stand there and stare at the person until the interaction ends. I do not know what to say, frequently.

[–] SterlingPooper@hexbear.net 3 points 10 hours ago* (last edited 10 hours ago) (3 children)

bullshitI have to call the therapist, which means I have to sit on the phone for hours. I really don't want to. I can't sit still that long.

I have to fill out job applications, which means they can call me back at any point, which means I need to be ready to answer. Which means I can't do anything because I need to be prepared.

I hate this. My coping skills have only gotten worse. The more I think about all this stuff the more I just want to go smoke some weed and forget about it.

I keep thinking about disappearing. If just one person had stuck around when I first started talking about killing myself, then it wouldn't be like this. I could've had a friend, support, gotten my life together.

Probably just getting high today Getting high helps me feel pretty

[–] SterlingPooper@hexbear.net 3 points 16 hours ago

Yeah, we made a box for the coolest guy ever, no big deal

[–] SterlingPooper@hexbear.net 8 points 23 hours ago* (last edited 22 hours ago) (3 children)

SpoilerFinally looking at the local queer events and I once again have a bunch of conflicts

I once again ask, how the fuck and when the fuck am I supposed to be making friends

I really need there to be explicit "well, I guess that makes us friends" kinds of moments or, I shit you not, I will not make any inferences from the interaction. I'll assume you meant well but would ultimately rather never see me again.

If you indicate that you will see me around, or express interest in future plans, that's pretty clear too, although if we don't set it up then, I don't really know if you meant it. I myself don't feel this agency in most situations, because I assume that the other person is more in the position to say "I like this person, the interaction shall continue". Like I have less of an opinion, somehow, or less of a say?

I can't do the lonely thing my whole life like some people can. This is gonna whittle me down.

[–] SterlingPooper@hexbear.net 3 points 1 day ago* (last edited 11 hours ago)

Honestly, idk. Like, it'd be cool both to have more friends and to have a partner. I can only seem to focus on one person at a time. I'm just so sick of being alone.

I'm so fucking sick of it. I've been trying for years.

[–] SterlingPooper@hexbear.net 6 points 1 day ago (4 children)

end of June thoughtsSomehow I'm never in town for the queer meetups. If I didn't know any better I'd assume they're scheduling things when I can't go, but it's just a really annoying coincidence every time.

Gonna try again to find an in-person therapist. One place just has an intake form on their website, and it feels sketchy to fill it out and input all my info without like, talking to someone I guess?

I can also go through my university I'm pretty sure. It's annoying because obviously there are resources, but they're just elusive somehow? And there are queer people around but like, I just don't see all that many events that appeal to me?

Other people appear to be meet up with people they already know. I don't know a single other queer person on campus. I don't see an obvious opportunity to meet people.

I also know that I'm fucking weird in that I'd be way more likely to go to more things if I had one person. I need to be made to socialize, frankly.

I'm using Tinder again because I don't know where or how people meet around here. I want a relationship, but I also have zero friends, and I don't know what I want or who I want to be when I'm in a relationship.

You'd think the more you post the more others would engage, but there's probably something there that I'm missing too.

 

Jimmy, you're fine! End of the line, gaining speed!

 

Will Woodposting resumes

 

His soul goes marching on!

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