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FOT Community => General Discussion => Topic started by: Andy on September 21, 2008, 02:52:47 PM
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Whenever I upload a picture to facebook where I'm eating something, I'll tag the thing that I'm eating as one of my friends so that it shows up in their tagged photos thing.
I also make up tons of little lies when I'm just having normal conversations every day. Inconsequential stuff, mostly.
Also, people learn not to leave their computers unlocked when I'm in the office because they'll end up with a gross wallpaper.
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1. hide my husband's keys and then, after about 15 minutes, put them in the first place he looked
2. over drink cheap tequila on tuesdays and listen to TBS
3. see my psychiatrist four hours per week
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1. hide my husband's keys and then, after about 15 minutes, put them in the first place he looked
That is the cruelest, most diabolical thing I have ever heard in my life! I only grow to love you more each day, dear Julie.
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1. hide my husband's keys and then, after about 15 minutes, put them in the first place he looked
Every time I try to leave my apartment I can't find my keys. I suspect that someone is making periodic trips from Cincinnati to Oakland to hide them. Stop it, Julie!!!
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4 hours a week of therapy? that must be great.
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1. hide my husband's keys and then, after about 15 minutes, put them in the first place he looked
That is the cruelest, most diabolical thing I have ever heard in my life! I only grow to love you more each day, dear Julie.
At my previous school, the math and science faculty were all in the same end of one building. The copy machine was a floor up on the second floor. There was a Chemistry professor who, two times in the same week, went to the copy machine, got about 2 copies to come out before the machine ran out of paper, and he would have to go back to his office to get more paper. It drove him CRAZY, because he was frequently needing these copies when the class had already started, and he would have to go downstairs to his office, get paper, and come back up, making him even later.
His office was next door to mine, and he was the type of guy that talked out loud a lot, so a few times over the next couple of years, I would hear him say out loud, or to a student, that he still had to get to the copier before class started, at which time I would get up, run to the copy machine, and remove all but about 10 sheets from the copier and take them back to my office. Then I could just stand in the hall and wait for the outcry.
I loved that guy.
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I go on vacation and travel somewhere. It works.
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That is the cruelest, most diabolical thing I have ever heard in my life! I only grow to love you more each day, dear Julie.
Thank you for your kind comments, RegularJoe! It really is the small things that stop one from jumping under a bus.
Every time I try to leave my apartment I can't find my keys. I suspect that someone is making periodic trips from Cincinnati to Oakland to hide them. Stop it, Julie!!!
I suggest hanging your keys on a peg by the door as soon as you get home. If that doesn't help your problem, dip you keys in some kind of gooey, sticky, bright red dye. Then, unless you have a ghost, you will find the culprit.
4 hours a week of therapy? that must be great.
It's a barrel of monkeys! I only wish I could bring my dog with me.
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I go on vacation and travel somewhere. It works.
I travel quite a bit. It doesn't make me feel better right this second.
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Make up songs about the cats or whatever I'm doing at any particular moment.
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Oh, and I have some neat coloring books I color in with markers. It's soothing.
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Make up songs about the cats or whatever I'm doing at any particular moment.
YES!!!!!!!
Oh, and I have some neat coloring books I color in with markers. It's soothing.
NO!!!!!!!!
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Make up songs about the cats or whatever I'm doing at any particular moment.
I do that at work. Usually really nice little melodies about how incredibly effing stupid somebody/something is.
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Make up songs about the cats or whatever I'm doing at any particular moment.
I'll second that!
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Make up songs about the cats or whatever I'm doing at any particular moment.
I frequently pretend that I am forced to be the star of a comic rock operetta in which I am forced to narrate my actions through song. This is mostly a coping mechanism when I'm busy waitressing and need to say my to-do list out loud. For instance, the comic rock operetta number "I'm Going to Make an Iced Tea Now and Then See if Those People Want Dessert" is reaching the classic status held by "Oh, Crap, That Guy Asked For Coffee Like Fifteen Minutes Ago" and "Hey, I Just Broke Some Wine Glasses And I Need The Broom But It Isn't A Big Deal."
Otherwise, cupcakes.
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4 hours a week of therapy? that must be great.
Imagine being Julie's therapist? I would actually pay to have her talk to me four hours a week. And I'm being sincere.
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Make up songs about the cats or whatever I'm doing at any particular moment.
I always make up those kinds of songs, too, mainly for Yetta. I don't feel crazy for it anymore. Thank you so much!
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4 hours a week of therapy? that must be great.
Imagine being Julie's therapist? I would actually pay to have her talk to me four hours a week. And I'm being sincere.
We could work something out. I do love talking and I adore money.
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i tend to drink a lot of alcohol at the end of the day. it does the trick.
also long bike rides, or yoga. i find that loud rock music helps.
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http://www.cuteoverload.com
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This might sound weird, but one of my favorite things to do when I get really stressed out is look at the AAA Road Atlas and plan routes for potential road trips. It doesn't even matter if I never take them, but somehow picking a weird destination, figuring out how I'd get there and what I'd do along the way is greatly distracting and oddly relaxing. Otherwise:
--Eating copious amounts of Rocky Road ice cream
--Looking at this David Hockney painting (swimming pool, diving board, etc.) I have hanging on my wall
--Reading essays by EB White and Roald Dahl
--Calling my mom to listen to her prattle on about her day. She's happy I'm calling her and I like the details of her small-town intrigues, so it's a win-win situation.
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I gaze at road atlases too, Susannah, imagining possible future trips. I do it a lot actually. Actually taking such trips is much, much better, but just planning them is good too.
Also, I think I know the sort of David Hockneys you are referring to, and I like those a lot. I liked your post.
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4 hours a week of therapy? that must be great.
Imagine being Julie's therapist? I would actually pay to have her talk to me four hours a week. And I'm being sincere.
We could work something out. I do love talking and I adore money.
Start a talk radio show, lady.
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This is the one I meant, but others are good too:
(http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb127/susannahlaura/6a00d83457728b69e200e54f4d5ea08834-.jpg)
James Thurber is also a good substitute for EB White and Roald Dahl. I love those 1940s-50s-era New Yorker types.
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I actually live above a yoga studio, which is great because it's a quiet building. So I pace back and forth in my apartment. I have a special path.
I also mutter. Muttering helps.
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I smoosh my face into my boyfriend's chest and leave it there for like 5 minutes while inhaling slowly. Lately this has been working pretty well to diffuse the stress. So if you have a significant other, give it a whirl.
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--Calling my mom to listen to her prattle on about her day. She's happy I'm calling her and I like the details of her small-town intrigues, so it's a win-win situation.
I do this all the time. Calms me down.
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Draw a picture of a guy killing himself.
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Kill someone else.
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When in an elevator alone I like to dance. When people come on the elevator, its fun to try not to laugh or smile.
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Make up songs about the cats or whatever I'm doing at any particular moment.
I used to shamelessly sing made-up songs to/about my cat all the time. Just seemed like an appropriate thing to do.
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http://www.cuteoverload.com
this really works. thanks, erika.
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Hugging my dog, especially when she needs a bath.
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tap dancing to the mighty wurlitzer
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So if you have a significant other, give it a whirl.
Unfortunately, lack of significant other is one of my causes, not one of my solutions.
Something wonderful happened today that brought me a little joy. There was a tiny package waiting for me at my doorstep. It was addressed to my cat, and it came from Australia. There was a sticker on the back stating that there were no meat products or derivatives inside. For a beautiful moment, I thought my cat had ordered vegan cat treats for himself over the computer.
It turned out to be the flea preventive medicine he's on. But there was that moment when I thought he was sentient!
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I write, make stuff, sleep, and ride bikes.
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I see shows ands I go for walks in parks and I listen to this radio show I really like every tuesday night
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Sometimes I end phone conversations with "I love you" just for the hell of it.
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I used to shamelessly sing made-up songs to/about my cat all the time. Just seemed like an appropriate thing to do.
I used to talk to mine in an irish accent. He died without ever knowing the truth.
What keeps me from checking out? The black intoxication of betrayal.
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Make up songs about the cats or whatever I'm doing at any particular moment.
I used to shamelessly sing made-up songs to/about my cat all the time. Just seemed like an appropriate thing to do.
I find that if you do a subtle little dance for the kitty at the same time, all is right in the world for just those moments. Especially if the song and dance routine ends with you giving them a kiss on the forehead.
(I wonder what my cats do to keep from killing themselves?)
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Listen to WFMU/NPR at work.
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Play any Lego-based video game.
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I paint... things. And then occasionally sell them on ebay to justify my having done it in the first place. It's become a horrible sickness, I can't go anywhere now without seeing something that needs to be painted.
Shun me.
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I leave little notes/drawings on public transit or in napkin dispensers or library books.
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Actually I will really go for a jog when I really feel like killing myself.
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Actually I will really go for a jog when I really feel like killing myself.
wait, does your suicide plan include jogging, too?
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Actually, when things were dark (i.e. life sucked) I liked coming to this message board and participating in The Best Show. It really did help for a while.
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Put on my tap or toe shoes and do improvisational choreography around the house. This mostly occurs at times like right now, when my boyfriend is away and it's just me and the cats. I dance with them sometimes too. But they're terrified of my tap shoes.
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I clip out things from the paper that I find interesting and turn them into things. One time a made a tablecloth out of weird things from the classifieds.
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Make functions out of DFK's posts.
Put on my tap or toe shoes and do improvisational choreography around the house. This mostly occurs at times like right now, when my boyfriend is away and it's just me and the cats. I dance with them sometimes too. But they're terrified of my tap shoes.
Tap dancing is the most happy making thing! I took it up as a hobby when Captain Insane-O lived in the apartment under mine.
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Mine does. I am always overdoing it on the treadmill...
Actually I will really go for a jog when I really feel like killing myself.
wait, does your suicide plan include jogging, too?
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Sometimes I end phone conversations with "I love you" just for the hell of it.
That one made me laugh. I could never get away w/ that. . . people would think I was weird and not funny.
I bake cookies from the refrigerated tubes of dough. I also play acoustic guitar and sing really loud.
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I also like to call people who are obviously older than me "son"
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Sometimes I end phone conversations with "I love you" just for the hell of it.
That one made me laugh. I could never get away w/ that. . . people would think I was weird and not funny.
I bake cookies from the refrigerated tubes of dough. I also play acoustic guitar and sing really loud.
TacoSmith = tomert??
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Mine does. I am always overdoing it on the treadmill...
Tell me more.
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Led Zeppelin 1&2 help, so does listening to TBSOWFMU archive, also Small Change and Billy Jams archive are good.
a few years ago after losing a job (cant say i was to broken up about it) and preparing for my first solo painting show (ok maybe im bragging a little bit) i was spending 12 hours a day in my studio. after a while i was getting depressed and stir crazy, listening to 3 best shows back to back to back in the studio helped. also knowing a young lady that put up with me calling her at all hours of the night was helpful also.
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I also fall back on my gloomy Calvinist upbringing which taught me that when life is nothing more than unending, continuous, back-breaking menial labor, you're doing everything right. That's the way it's supposed to be if you want to go to heaven.
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I also fall back on my gloomy Calvinist upbringing which taught me that when life is nothing more than unending, continuous, back-breaking menial labor, you're doing everything right. That's the way it's supposed to be if you want to go to heaven.
Only whether you go to heaven or not is predetermined and you have nothing to do with it, right?
Calvin had some problems.
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I had cause for one of those little things today and have spunked away £100 on gambling. Need the Red Sox to win to have some sort of parity. Even worse I gambled on whether the total number of runs would be odd or even. When you're chucking money away on bets like that then it's time to leave the house and do something.
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I had cause for one of those little things today and have spunked away £100 on gambling. Need the Red Sox to win to have some sort of parity. Even worse I gambled on whether the total number of runs would be odd or even. When you're chucking money away on bets like that then it's time to leave the house and do something.
If you're betting on Baseball, especially games on the last weekend when half the teams aren't even trying, then yes, you need to try something else... like American Football! Parlays and Teasers, Over/Under bets etc. are a lot better than anything you can find in Baseball. Although you haven't reached rock bottom until, like me a few years ago, you've found yourself betting on Hockey.
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Yoga. In the wake of the current financial crisis, I relieved my growing fear of insolvency by repeating "I'll always have my yoga practice".
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i sit in the bathtub, dry-clicking a revolver against my head, mumbling to myself
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Get coked up, listen to Tusk. It's a classic, but I like it too!
I still kinda want to kill myself when it's over, though.
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Yoga. In the wake of the current financial crisis, I relieved my growing fear of insolvency by repeating "I'll always have my yoga practice".
Yoga is awesome. Nothing sets my head straight in a more efficient manner.
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I do lists. Crazy lists. Define a process, follow it through to the end, see if its completion leads to anything interesting/useful. If not, discard the process. If so, repeat it in another context. For example, there's my "Reading the Musical Zeitgeist" list that I've pointed to previously, or my ongoing (and about to come off of hiatus) "The Most Acclaimed Living Film Actors" list, which took a giant hit this weekend.
http://gaughin.edublogs.org/2008/05/26/the-actors-project-so-far-a-h/ (http://gaughin.edublogs.org/2008/05/26/the-actors-project-so-far-a-h/)
for example.
Also, connect the dots.
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PS James Garner is still amongst the living.
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I write code. Only it's fun game or math type code, instead of the tedious business code at work. I am a sick, sick person.
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PS James Garner is still amongst the living.
Thank god for that.
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Get coked up, listen to Tusk. It's a classic, but I like it too!
Hmmm. The first track is "Over and Over." Beautiful song, but not coke-friendly.
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I write code. Only it's fun game or math type code, instead of the tedious business code at work. I am a sick, sick person.
I really hope you don't keep any guns in the house. Have you talked to a professional about this problem?
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Get coked up, listen to Tusk. It's a classic, but I like it too!
Hmmm. The first track is "Over and Over." Beautiful song, but not coke-friendly.
Well, I'm only a little drunk at that point, but by the time "The Ledge" kicks in, I'm rushing down the slope, baby, no looking back.
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drinking and drugging, sitting alone on an orange crate in my filthy apartment. wait, that must have been mentioned already, eh?
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I go to www.wherethehellismatt.com and watch the videos.
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Sometimes I end phone conversations with "I love you" just for the hell of it.
i do this! it's pretty satisfying.
otherwise, i go to the park/river, go to shows, read, listen to my records on the floor (this usually takes hours away from me), bake (and then bring the goods into work the next day), paint, write, take photos, or go online and learn something new (usually a language) with no intention of remembering it, but to merely kill time (and not myself).
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Sometimes when I'm really depressed I realize it's because I didn't drink enough coffee.
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Sometimes when I'm really depressed I realize it's because I didn't drink enough coffee.
I had that epiphany the other day. I had a terrible headache and was cranky. Then I drank some coffee and felt fine. Which made me realize that I have an addiction, and that made me even more depressed.
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I drink about 3 one liters of diet mountain dew a day. take that.
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I drink about 3 one liters of diet mountain dew a day. take that.
What's that, the Master Cleanse Extreme™?
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I draw stupid little portraits of goofy-looking people. I used to draw stupid little portraits of goofy-looking animals, too, but since the animals were wearing person-clothes people thought I was a sex deviant, so I stopped.
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Sometimes when I'm really depressed I realize it's because I didn't drink enough coffee.
I do that all the time. Maybe it's just denial, but I feel like it's not truly an addiction since coffee helps things if I'm feeling depressed, but lack of coffee doesn't necessarily cause depression.
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I drink about 3 one liters of diet mountain dew a day. take that.
That's disgusting. But if it keeps you happy, then it's ok by me.
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I drink and smoke.
Wait . . .
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This thread is making me a little nervous. I wouldn't like to think that a lot of us have to deal with depression. It sucks.
Since cocaine and southern rock and paintball have never worked for me, I'm thinking of new creative outlets. Creativity is something I know I can count on to feel better about myself, as long as it's something I am reasonably good at. And I define good very loosely here.
I'm open to ideas here. I don't wanna deal with depression ever again, if I can possibly help it.
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Fido, don't worry about being good at anything.
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Fido, don't worry about being good at anything.
Disagree - master something fun and entirely obscure and meaningless, like throwing things in the garbage with a Kareem Abdul Jabbar style skyhook. Actually, I'm the best at that, so you're screwed.
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Fido, don't worry about being good at anything.
Disagree - master something fun and entirely obscure and meaningless, like throwing things in the garbage with a Kareem Abdul Jabbar style skyhook. Actually, I'm the best at that, so you're screwed.
But if you actually start doing things you think are fun, you will become good at them. But if they are fun and you can't become good at them, you should still do them. Unless you want to be depressed and kill yourself.
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Putting pressure on yourself to be good at something can make life un-fun for a lot of people. Just do what makes you feel good... like smoking and drinking. WOOT!
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work can be a downer. luckily, this is the only place ive ever worked that has allowed me to bring in a record player.
it does, in fact, keep me from killing myself.
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I read reviews of my personal character on fotchan.com. If those anonymous losers are unhappy with me, I must be doing something right.
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I love my job. I think it keeps me from killing myself. If I had the same job I had 1.38 years ago, I probably would have jumped off a high bridge onto a pile of rocks by now. In a way that made it look accidental so that my husband would have gotten the fat insurance check, which he assures me he doesn't want. I think he'd change his mind, though, don't you?
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dfk, reading the horrible things people from fotchan say about me makes me want to commit self murder, but just the same, I can't stop reading them. I printed the Trash Julie Thread a long time ago and sometimes I read it just to remind myself that I think too much about what other people think of me. That doesn't make me think less about what people think, but it gives me a good reason to think less of myself. Why do I enjoy hating myself? I think I'll ask Professor FOTchan.
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I take anti-depressants and play lots of video games. It helps me a lot! Also I chain-smoke.
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I love smoking. I really wish it weren't smelly. I don't chain smoke, though. Unless I'm so frustrated with trying to explain something to someone who doesn't understand what I'm talking about.
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When I was living in an apartment with a window facing a concrete wall I drew a landscape scene on the window with erasable marker.
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Fido, don't worry about being good at anything.
Disagree - master something fun and entirely obscure and meaningless, like throwing things in the garbage with a Kareem Abdul Jabbar style skyhook. Actually, I'm the best at that, so you're screwed.
But if you actually start doing things you think are fun, you will become good at them. But if they are fun and you can't become good at them, you should still do them.
That is great advice, Julie. I've actually said that to other people who are really unhappy in their work and obviously need to make some changes. I'm trying to put that into practice for myself.