I'm a whiney bitch who can't drink for shit these days

You know what? I have no problem admitting that I often feel suicidal. I don’t like that it’s a taboo. I don’t believe in dog and his angels and the holy spirit and heaven and hell so it’s not exactly a big deal. As I said, it’s only the fact that I’d also be killing my parents, and in particular my dad, and would comdemn my little fella to a life of hurt that I would never do it. I come from a cynical, self-obsessed and spoilt generation and no matter how much I try to make up for this, there’s a feeling of emptiness a lot of the time. I’ve made love to beautiful women from all around the world but am too jaded and cynical to actually love anyone. The girl from my work thinks the world of me and seems to be crazy about me but I’m meeting a Brazilian bird on Wednesday for some fun. What does that make me? A cunt? Probably.

None of this is cool. But, fuck it, we’ve Champions League this week, Huddersfield are taking on those horrible Posh cunts tomorrow night etc etc Keeps one going.

What does it all mean?

Cracking post mickee :clap:

think you’ve answered all your questions in that post pal…and there’s nothing wrong with banging birds and moving on if thats what your into at this point in your life…unfortunately a lot of irish blokes seem to think that women don’t use them in exactly the same way…

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Some cracking advice there.Follow that and you wont go too far wrong Thraw.Whatever you do dont personalise your work and come half 5 when you walk out the door forget about it.I hate my job with a passion but just passing time until something better or more tolerable comes along.

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Some cracking advice there.Follow that and you wont go too far wrong Thraw.Whatever you do dont personalise your work and come half 5 when you walk out the door forget about it.I hate my job with a passion but just passing time until something better or more tolerable comes along.

+1 La tristessa durera toujours, sadly that’s the way things are, bitter self-loathing and loneliness interspersed with fleeting ecstasy, elusive happiness and minor, inconsequential victories.

I do my best, but I find it hard to switch off. I’ve had many sleepless nights thinking about some load of bollocks work situation.
Maybe I’ll get better at it. Certainly realised today that there’s little point in breaking your bollocks for the cunts as there’s absolutely nothing to be gained from it.

If you’re finding it that hard to switch off or you are thinking about work after 5:30 then you need to get the fuck out of there. I did a job that utterly consumed my life about 5 years ago and when I look back at it now I wonder why I stuck it for so long. If it suits your employer to get rid of you, they would do it without a moment’s hesitation-you should always keep that at the back of your head when thinking about work. Bang the shit out of that Brazilian dolly on Wednesday night and the world will be a much better place. They may have small breasts and large arses but their enthusiasm in bed more than makes up for it and you will have a great time.

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I do my best, but I find it hard to switch off. I’ve had many sleepless nights thinking about some load of bollocks work situation.
Maybe I’ll get better at it. Certainly realised today that there’s little point in breaking your bollocks for the cunts as there’s absolutely nothing to be gained from it.[/quote]

It is easier said than done to switch off but you have to try and do it. I was going to say get some exercise but i see you have that covered Wednesday night:) mickees advice is spot on actually. Make a plan for yourself. In fairness you are just back from holiday, that can be very stressful too.

Hope things brighten up for you Thraw. Feeling a bit down myself today - not drink related.

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Thanks lads. It’s just frustration at being on a shit wage with poxy increments with no chance of promotion and any good work done not being appreciated. And then you have the “you’re lucky to have a job” brigade. If wages are cut again in the Budget then I’d nearly be better off on the dole. At least I could see my young lad more often. I know there’s plenty of people worse off than me, and fellas who would kill to have my job but that doesn’t mean one can’t get royally pissed off with it every now and again. I got to 30 and I feel like that’s it. Everything is done. And what’s there to look forward to? Not a whole heap. What’s the fucking point. I don’t know. FML, as tinnion might put it.

What about your little beard, Thrawneen? Do you still have it? You should focus on that - grooming it and shaping it to add some purpose to your life.

My beard is the only constant in my life, Bando me ol pal. Keeps me going. Gimme a hug next we meet, mate. I could use one.

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Great stuff. :clap:

I’m growing a beard at the moment so I can join in the exciting beard maintenance conversations Clarkey and Rocko have in The 51.

Rocko, can we get a beard smiley for Thrawneen please?

No better time to immerse your self in the writings of Neitzsche, Dostoyevsky, Kierkegaard and Tolstoy.

Pray for Thraw people.

Next time this cunt at work hops off you at work after you return from holidays, drop the fucker!

The boys are right, clock in and clock out work wise. Its whats on the outside that counts most lad.

Did a couple of philosophy modules in UCD when I was in college there a couple of years ago. Possibly my downfall. Existentialism is grand in theory, but it’s not much cop if you’re not feeling too happy with your current existence.

Indeed, as Stephin Merrit says it’s all about dressing in black, smoking clove cigarettes, drinking vermouth while reading Camus. In other words a bit of a downer. As an amateur head shrinker I think the underlying problems here are you turning 30 in the past year, coupled with Cuala’s loss of the county final, together with it being a Monday, you coming back from holidays, your guilt over the betrayal of this bird in work who is a sound skin, a natural propensity to melancholy and moroseness may be built into your psyche through your Limerick heritage and you’d a miserable day at work.

This murk can be washed away in an instant. If Bandage would simply use his influence on Rocko to set up a TFK Autumn Jamboree in the 51 we’d all have something to look forward to and the world would seem a brighter place. Over to you Bandage mate.

I feel for you Thraw. I’ve had a very traumatic few months as I tried to deal with relocating from New York to Dublin. It knocked the shit out of me. All you can do is get up in the morning. Get through the days and hope things get better.

And I’d advise cutting out the booze. I had a hugh in my first weekends back but that was only to catch up with friends. It was awful. Trying to cut it out unless absolutely necessary now until I stabilize.

In saying that I have two work dinners on Thursday night and a wedding Friday. Not to mention a stag in Amsterdam the following weekend. I’m fucked basically.