I swear this has been me since 2016. This funk follows me around too often. The normal goto's don't work as well as they used to so I'm needing to find news ones. Ones that remove me from the real world for a while because it's all too overwhelming. I check out for days/weeks/months at a time from online anything only to come back to the same shit.
It's maddening, saddening, raging, depressing, too fast, too slow all at the same time. I'm wondering if those in institutions are the sane ones. You have to be crazy to handle all of this shit all of the time. This merry-go-round rollercoaster life cannot be healthy on any level.
I come here looking for those comments that will make me laugh and realize I am not alone in my thinking. It scares me how fucked up people are, the millions of narcissists and sociopaths being normalized as sane in positions of power and greed. It's hard to keep sane in this insanity.
Re: dealing with terrible times. Allow yourself to do the things that make you feel better. Driving yourself to exhaustion and to despair does no one any good. So often I know what I need, but out of some weird sense of obligation, or martyrdom, don't let myself have it.
1. The rational brain, which understands everything, thinks clearly, knows what's true and what's not, and can see things for exactly what they are.
2. Irrational brain, which runs around in circles screaming that the sky is falling. Everything is constantly 'what if-what if-what if', and everything is a HUGEFUCKINGOVERWHELMINGDEAL. The world is going to end soon, and sometimes I think the best way to avoid all this is if I were to exit this mortal coil. (Passive suicidal thoughts.)
These two go round and round, in general leading to an uneasy standoff.
I do have support. A lovely, understanding, supportive wife. A great counselor who is absolutely available for me, and a doctor that is very knowledgeable and helpful.
I also have five dogs who DGAF about what's going on. They just want to shnuzzle with me and make me laugh. (We do not deserve dogs, I say.)
I also have three or four MAJOR SHITTY THINGS going on right now in my personal life, which 'Irrational Chino-Brain' really gets into at 3:26 AM.
1. The rational brain is just The Scream that at most rises and lowers in pitch a bit. When I ask it for advice on dealing with world-sized issues it usually just quickly and loudly sobs "I don't know how to fix anything, everything is fucked!" and before the echoes of the The Scream die out it picks The Scream up again. They're great for rationally analysing small stuff, if I ask that they split the screaming off into what I call my inner child who then sits and does the screaming while the rational brain gets to play with a fun concept. It never lasts though.
2. The irrational brain is the part of me that can enjoy the sound of the wind in the trees, or that notices a pretty sunset. This part only gets upset in crowds, because I have trust issues and an inability to turn off my empathy, though I am slowly deadening it. (That's probably not a good thing.)
I like the quality of being a bit in awe of certain "cool people." Nothing wrong with that so long as one treats them kindly and allows them to go about their business. Let's face it -- most of us are more like Charlie Brown or Linus than Snoopy or Peppermint Patty, so we're impressed with the latter, the "It person" (or "It dog"). Anyhow, as for dealing with awful things, which seem to be most things these days, I find it helpful to return to certain books, plays, and films (not necessarily "happy" ones, but worthwhile ones for some quality of thought or presentation that I find in them) with which I have a longstanding intellectual and emotional relationship. I agree that bromides and slogans are stupid -- they amount to simply pretending everything's fine when actually it's a horrorshow.
The only time cloning made sense to me was when Charmayne James did it with Scamper. He was the best barrel racing horse ever, but he was a gelding so there wasn't any other way to keep his genes going.
It would be directly healthier for the dog, too. One of the conditions contributing to its death was Cushing's disease, and if you clone it there's a real good chance that's gonna happen again.
Israel/Hamas/Iran: Those rifles that Hamas were using are not M4s. They are a clone made in Iran. Same goes for a certain variant of the M16. Ukraine is not sending US kit to Hamas. It is possible (likely, actually) that at some point Russia will send captured US-supplied arms to Iran, however.
Matthew Perry's death got me thinking about this song (I couldn't remember if it was from the Friends soundtrack..it IS. And I thought the whole Friends cast was in the MV but I was mistaken)
Most evenings I try to give The Pack a little outing around sundown. They seem to enjoy scampering in the fresh air and stretching a bit and the smells and sounds. I keep an eye on them, usually combine that with any outdoor chores I have. And they watch out for one another, don't relax until all three are inside. Lately Máebh has been the last one to cave and come in.
I think it's important to do this because you never know when a cat might slip outdoors, and I want them to have some smarts about it instead of being terrified if that happens and making fear-based decisions. I want them to know the lay of the land around the house so they have escape routes and hidey-holes. And I think it's healthier for them to have the exercise and fresh air. Finally, I know winter is coming on and the time will come when it's too cold for them to go out.
There have been a few times when the young ones stay out too long, and I send the old girl out to look for them. She looks at me with a `stupid much?' expression but goes and fetches them. The first time she did that on her own, having picked up my anxiety about Gryffn not returning. She came in with her following, then when the door was shut, turned around and hissed at her, and smacked her across the face.
It took a while for me to let Máebh go out, due to her having been in precarious health and on meds for so long, so she hadn't as much chance to pick up street-smarts. When she goes too far, Gryffn rats her out, and sits and stares worriedly across the yard at her.
Tonight all three of them were out. I pulled in three loads of firewood, filled the inside rack, filled the tote with bark for firestarter, swept the deck, so was puttering and keeping an eye out for them. Serendipity folded first, as she's been doing lately, then Gryffn came running in. I like to let them to have some autonomy in that decision. But they know I get a bit anxious when one is still outside. I was upstairs puttering a bit and Serendipity came running up with a `follow me' expression on her face. I did, and she ran down the stairs. I arrived to find Gryffn on the desk looking up at the window above it, and I saw Máebh looking in from outside. As soon as I let her in, the universe tilted rightside up again, and peace descended.
I know this might sound anthropomorphic as hell, but if you pay attention to the subtleties, you pick up on so much more going on than seems to be happening on the surface.
We're all sprawled now around the fire in our chosen spots: Serendipity in the half-height cat tree, Gryffn in `her' chair in front of the fire, me on one end of the couch and Máébh on other end of the L-shaped ratty old comfy couch. We are creatures of comfortable habit.
This is good stuff! Thank you!
I swear this has been me since 2016. This funk follows me around too often. The normal goto's don't work as well as they used to so I'm needing to find news ones. Ones that remove me from the real world for a while because it's all too overwhelming. I check out for days/weeks/months at a time from online anything only to come back to the same shit.
It's maddening, saddening, raging, depressing, too fast, too slow all at the same time. I'm wondering if those in institutions are the sane ones. You have to be crazy to handle all of this shit all of the time. This merry-go-round rollercoaster life cannot be healthy on any level.
I come here looking for those comments that will make me laugh and realize I am not alone in my thinking. It scares me how fucked up people are, the millions of narcissists and sociopaths being normalized as sane in positions of power and greed. It's hard to keep sane in this insanity.
Don't forget to sob. I did the other night, I felt so much clearer and lighter after.
"Pray to your own inner sanity." That's a good one.
How to deal with The World?
You either get a Stand that can also stop time or else you're screwed.
People understanding mass pain know if no serious plan is considered effective. Lazy and tired tactics, etc.
Re: dealing with terrible times. Allow yourself to do the things that make you feel better. Driving yourself to exhaustion and to despair does no one any good. So often I know what I need, but out of some weird sense of obligation, or martyrdom, don't let myself have it.
This is spot on. One must cultivate "stubborn good cheer." Almost out of spite sometimes! Seriously. But it's damn hard.
I have two brains:
1. The rational brain, which understands everything, thinks clearly, knows what's true and what's not, and can see things for exactly what they are.
2. Irrational brain, which runs around in circles screaming that the sky is falling. Everything is constantly 'what if-what if-what if', and everything is a HUGEFUCKINGOVERWHELMINGDEAL. The world is going to end soon, and sometimes I think the best way to avoid all this is if I were to exit this mortal coil. (Passive suicidal thoughts.)
These two go round and round, in general leading to an uneasy standoff.
I do have support. A lovely, understanding, supportive wife. A great counselor who is absolutely available for me, and a doctor that is very knowledgeable and helpful.
I also have five dogs who DGAF about what's going on. They just want to shnuzzle with me and make me laugh. (We do not deserve dogs, I say.)
I also have three or four MAJOR SHITTY THINGS going on right now in my personal life, which 'Irrational Chino-Brain' really gets into at 3:26 AM.
FFS
Funny, for me it is the reverse.
1. The rational brain is just The Scream that at most rises and lowers in pitch a bit. When I ask it for advice on dealing with world-sized issues it usually just quickly and loudly sobs "I don't know how to fix anything, everything is fucked!" and before the echoes of the The Scream die out it picks The Scream up again. They're great for rationally analysing small stuff, if I ask that they split the screaming off into what I call my inner child who then sits and does the screaming while the rational brain gets to play with a fun concept. It never lasts though.
2. The irrational brain is the part of me that can enjoy the sound of the wind in the trees, or that notices a pretty sunset. This part only gets upset in crowds, because I have trust issues and an inability to turn off my empathy, though I am slowly deadening it. (That's probably not a good thing.)
Five dogs!!
I only have 3, and I want more!
(My girls say I actually want a "dog farm.")
Mr. Demme is actually allergic to them, (so all my rescues are non-shedding), and that's the ONLY thing that stops me from having loads more!
You should have at least one dog on your bed to cuddle in the middle of the night!
I like the quality of being a bit in awe of certain "cool people." Nothing wrong with that so long as one treats them kindly and allows them to go about their business. Let's face it -- most of us are more like Charlie Brown or Linus than Snoopy or Peppermint Patty, so we're impressed with the latter, the "It person" (or "It dog"). Anyhow, as for dealing with awful things, which seem to be most things these days, I find it helpful to return to certain books, plays, and films (not necessarily "happy" ones, but worthwhile ones for some quality of thought or presentation that I find in them) with which I have a longstanding intellectual and emotional relationship. I agree that bromides and slogans are stupid -- they amount to simply pretending everything's fine when actually it's a horrorshow.
I am trying to finish my tea and go to bed. I’m so tired but I need to finish this tea.
Why do you need to finish the tea?
I didn’t drink enough water yesterday and I try to get in a gallon of water per day.
What fresh Pet Sematary Hell is this?
https://www.gofundme.com/f/clonelc?fbclid=IwAR2MYT12SYMRX_Ia-78gRdnSANWFxPeXkqubuSomohl3DulItKJmaP7hQEE
Cloning pets is so weird and unsettling. I get missing your dog; I miss the two that have been put down so much. But same DNA ≠ same dog.
They don't even taste the same, necessarily.
The only time cloning made sense to me was when Charmayne James did it with Scamper. He was the best barrel racing horse ever, but he was a gelding so there wasn't any other way to keep his genes going.
I miss a few pets, too. Cloning is not the way. Rescuing a new one is.
Exactly!
I know it hurts to lose a friend. But it seems like it would be healthier to just let go. Love means being able to let go.
It would be directly healthier for the dog, too. One of the conditions contributing to its death was Cushing's disease, and if you clone it there's a real good chance that's gonna happen again.
Israel/Hamas/Iran: Those rifles that Hamas were using are not M4s. They are a clone made in Iran. Same goes for a certain variant of the M16. Ukraine is not sending US kit to Hamas. It is possible (likely, actually) that at some point Russia will send captured US-supplied arms to Iran, however.
Beau talks about this: https://youtu.be/eq7pu0ol724
Matthew Perry's death got me thinking about this song (I couldn't remember if it was from the Friends soundtrack..it IS. And I thought the whole Friends cast was in the MV but I was mistaken)
Toad The Wet Sprocket- Good Intentions
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xejQogXzrPw
Proud Pet Parent Moment:
Most evenings I try to give The Pack a little outing around sundown. They seem to enjoy scampering in the fresh air and stretching a bit and the smells and sounds. I keep an eye on them, usually combine that with any outdoor chores I have. And they watch out for one another, don't relax until all three are inside. Lately Máebh has been the last one to cave and come in.
I think it's important to do this because you never know when a cat might slip outdoors, and I want them to have some smarts about it instead of being terrified if that happens and making fear-based decisions. I want them to know the lay of the land around the house so they have escape routes and hidey-holes. And I think it's healthier for them to have the exercise and fresh air. Finally, I know winter is coming on and the time will come when it's too cold for them to go out.
There have been a few times when the young ones stay out too long, and I send the old girl out to look for them. She looks at me with a `stupid much?' expression but goes and fetches them. The first time she did that on her own, having picked up my anxiety about Gryffn not returning. She came in with her following, then when the door was shut, turned around and hissed at her, and smacked her across the face.
It took a while for me to let Máebh go out, due to her having been in precarious health and on meds for so long, so she hadn't as much chance to pick up street-smarts. When she goes too far, Gryffn rats her out, and sits and stares worriedly across the yard at her.
Tonight all three of them were out. I pulled in three loads of firewood, filled the inside rack, filled the tote with bark for firestarter, swept the deck, so was puttering and keeping an eye out for them. Serendipity folded first, as she's been doing lately, then Gryffn came running in. I like to let them to have some autonomy in that decision. But they know I get a bit anxious when one is still outside. I was upstairs puttering a bit and Serendipity came running up with a `follow me' expression on her face. I did, and she ran down the stairs. I arrived to find Gryffn on the desk looking up at the window above it, and I saw Máebh looking in from outside. As soon as I let her in, the universe tilted rightside up again, and peace descended.
I know this might sound anthropomorphic as hell, but if you pay attention to the subtleties, you pick up on so much more going on than seems to be happening on the surface.
We're all sprawled now around the fire in our chosen spots: Serendipity in the half-height cat tree, Gryffn in `her' chair in front of the fire, me on one end of the couch and Máébh on other end of the L-shaped ratty old comfy couch. We are creatures of comfortable habit.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VNttqN1wUMY
Swing You Sinners
Our second movie is over if you'd like to join us there for OT.