DetachedDreamer97
Enlightened
- Mar 17, 2018
- 1,402
I finally get it. I now know why I've been getting anxious whenever I show up at my workplace.
I know why I couldn't go to work. It's because I'm powerless. My coworkers and my bosses treat me as though I am nothing. I have to deal with shit customers. Performing for an audience who just don't care. And I'm unable to change that as they all have me at their mercy. And as I've said before, it's been like that my whole life, whether it'd be school home, etcetera.
That is why I'm so inclined to have a method prepared, that way... I'll be able to say fuck it all and go.
I know that it's not gonna change when I switch jobs. I'm always bound to find a reason to hate it one way or another.
With mom and stepdad, or even the rest of the family, I'm powerless in being made to feel bad for something that is unlikely to have happened and apologize fir supposedly calling her a "fat cunt", or for anything for the matter. GASLIGHTING.
In truth, even if it did happen, she hasn't always been the most caring mother to me. When I go through issues and vent, the only FUCKING THING, she can say is, "and do you think that's cool?". And she is often either drunk or in too much of a bad mood to even want to hear me, and at some point she tried calling the cops on me out of spite. I really could go on.
Back to work though: I really have no clue what I'm gonna do once I return; how I'm gonna stand up for myself, How I'm gonna tell people to fuck right off and swallow bleach, How I'm gonna be assertive and show my dominance and gain control. I know I said a lot about being good and not letting your soul rot, but in truth, Anton LaVey is right. Love and kindness is to be reserved only for those who deserve it, not wasted on ingrates.
One thing I'm certain is that I WON'T be so easily dismissed. Not anymore.
I'm not sure if it's the shrooms that made me come to the conclusion, or if that's just me. But if it was, then thank you, shrooms! With all the craziness and the negative things that've happened during my trip, it was totally worth it.
I won't lie however. I still would very much rather call it a life and suicide myself, despite throwing out my method-in-progress, but I'm now infinitely calmer about it.
I know why I couldn't go to work. It's because I'm powerless. My coworkers and my bosses treat me as though I am nothing. I have to deal with shit customers. Performing for an audience who just don't care. And I'm unable to change that as they all have me at their mercy. And as I've said before, it's been like that my whole life, whether it'd be school home, etcetera.
That is why I'm so inclined to have a method prepared, that way... I'll be able to say fuck it all and go.
I know that it's not gonna change when I switch jobs. I'm always bound to find a reason to hate it one way or another.
With mom and stepdad, or even the rest of the family, I'm powerless in being made to feel bad for something that is unlikely to have happened and apologize fir supposedly calling her a "fat cunt", or for anything for the matter. GASLIGHTING.
In truth, even if it did happen, she hasn't always been the most caring mother to me. When I go through issues and vent, the only FUCKING THING, she can say is, "and do you think that's cool?". And she is often either drunk or in too much of a bad mood to even want to hear me, and at some point she tried calling the cops on me out of spite. I really could go on.
Back to work though: I really have no clue what I'm gonna do once I return; how I'm gonna stand up for myself, How I'm gonna tell people to fuck right off and swallow bleach, How I'm gonna be assertive and show my dominance and gain control. I know I said a lot about being good and not letting your soul rot, but in truth, Anton LaVey is right. Love and kindness is to be reserved only for those who deserve it, not wasted on ingrates.
One thing I'm certain is that I WON'T be so easily dismissed. Not anymore.
I'm not sure if it's the shrooms that made me come to the conclusion, or if that's just me. But if it was, then thank you, shrooms! With all the craziness and the negative things that've happened during my trip, it was totally worth it.
I won't lie however. I still would very much rather call it a life and suicide myself, despite throwing out my method-in-progress, but I'm now infinitely calmer about it.