Not as smart as you think..
Seems I could be the world's most gullible person. You know the old saying, look up the word in the dictionary, see my picture, etc etc.
Seems everything that the Ex-Fucker has been telling me - the swingers parties, the male spas, the drugs - was all made up as some sort of test, to see if I've been telling people about it.
MADE UP. TEST. EX. FUCKER.
I've got a fucking neon sign over my head, haven't I? "Idiot, stop here" or similar.
So I'm pretty fucking miserable at the moment. Apart from the Ex Fucker's histronics, I'm dealing with finishing up at my old job, stressing over starting my new one, my finances are pretty much shot to bits, and I'm stressing about where I'm going to be living in a few months; I'm due at the nutritionist tomorrow night, and I reckon that I'm even more unhealthy than I was last November, and....well, it's just catching up with me...
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Sounds familiar. I know exactly how you feel right now. And it may be the half-bottle of wine talking, but I've decided to be bolshie about it instead of moaning all the time.
Which will, of course, wear off when I wake up hungover tomorrow and drag myself into work for another day of pain.
Geez it's hard to resolve yourself out of these sorts of situations, isn't it?
I hate to roll out the ol' catchphrase of "me too" but I know exactly how you feel.
I'm currently going thru a really crap spell to the point where i'm needing some serious counselling to get back on track again. Christ, the doctors have thrown their hands up in the air after a barrage of tests and said it must be something in the head. After a few visits to the quack, I started to feel like a human pin cushion (and i'm no fan of needles either so it didn't help matters).
Being single doesn't help matters either, and we single men shouldn't admit (at least in public) we actually cry on the inside when they see couples around our age in great relationships - leaving us longing for something we truely want but just don't have.
You just gotta keep getting up in the morning keeping a glimmer of hope warm, reminding you that no matter how nasty those skanky hookers and drunks are inside that dark tunnel you're looking down - there is a glimmer of hope shinging through at the end. A bit of clear space where you can finally breathe.
Heck, it's at least what I keep telling myself every morning because fuck knows i've been pretty dark since Little Saint last year.
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The issues not if you're gullible or not - it's that he's seriously messed up. So you can feel better that you'd never even considered doing that!
PS - Nutritionist sounds expensive!
Flash - damn right. And I didn't have a bottle of wine to see me through it.
WinC - it's really hard to imagine boys being upset over that sort of thing. I would normally associate those feelings with girls, but it's been my experience that as long as guys have a regular root or something to do when they are bored, they couldn't be arsed with relationships. Yeah I know, it's stating the obvious that I have clearly been associating with the wrong guys...but point me in the direction of a 'right' one, and I'm there. Or, at least, looking in that direction at this stage.
D - Who can tell. He's made so many things up, then said they weren't true, then told me more stuff, and denounced that, that I don't know what is what anymore (not that I care - it just pisses me off). And if worse comes to worse and I do have to move, then the seal won't be part of that. I'm still waiting for Caz to get off her bum and come collect him.
EPen - If you call paying someone $350 to tell you to eat fresh fruit and vegies, and drink more water, then yes, it is very very expensive.
If ever a man was wearing a sign that said 'wrong way, go back".....
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