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My neighbour has taken to harassing me again. She decided to knock on both my windows at night.

I can feel the paranoia and the stress coming. The last time, she spent a whole month of this shit, and it affected me to a point where my mental and physical health took a dip (sleep deprivation). I really don't want to deal with any of that again, and I am getting wound up and super upset at the thought that I am going to, regardless, because no one fucking does anything about schizos being nuisances to society.

I sent yet another complaint to the leasing company. Which would be...the eighth? Over my time living here, I've sent eight emails about her behavior.

Man, this entire mess has ruined my evening, and I'm just pissy and upset. I don't give fuck, next time, becuase there will be a next time, I'm calling the police AGAIN.

If anything the last time I called them, she left me alone since the end of March. Almost to the point where my paranoia went away and I could feel comfortable in my own home again.

Such bullshit. Why do I have to fucking deal with this mess?

She should leave me alone, period but she won't and I get to go in cycles with this cunt for reasons unknown. Why am I not allowed to be safe in my own home? Why do I have to hope that I can be left alone and not harassed when that bullshit should be the standard?
Do you have evidence of her harassing you? Surely you're allowed to defend yourself in some way, shape or form?
Insane that some people are like this, and why?
 
Do you have evidence of her harassing you? Surely you're allowed to defend yourself in some way, shape or form?
I do get a little paralyzed when confronted, so I didn't record her knocking on my windows with a broom the other times. As she is not all there, part of me is a little scared of what she is capable of.

I have recordings of her playing super loud music that can be heard through the entire building at random hours of the day, for days on end. I have a photo of a note she posted on my window once.

The leasing company is more than aware of her due to the police being after her a couple of times, the municipality being aware of her, numerous complaints from other tenants, and the fact that the other apartment next to hers took a year and a half to get leased because she's such an issue.

I remember some employee telling me that they were a little nervous about recommending that apartment to potential tenants because of her.
Insane that some people are like this, and why?
Untreated schizophrenia.

I guess she'll need to try to kill me before anything is done. Fortunately, she's only trying that in my nightmares.
 
I'm on day 3 of an exercise streak. I'm not doing anything high octane and it's not going to really noticeably improve my body, but getting some blood flowing every day can't hurt, right?
 
Untreated schizophrenia.
I lived for a short while in a group home where one of my neighbours had an active psychosis and would run up and down the hallway, knocking on every door and screaming for help.
It's not fun to have someone in close proximity like that.
Can you invest in some surveillance cameras and somehow expedite what needs to happen; her getting help, or at the very least being taken far away from where you live.
She's a danger not just to you and your neighbourhood, she's a danger to herself.
 
I have no idea what I want to do in life even though it's been several years since HS ended.
Kind of a boomer suggestion but have you tried the military? Moreso Air Force/Space Force. I only vaguely knew I wanted to work on computers but I got into the military and was able to fuck around until my brain developed to actually have goals, and having your own spending money and your own room and shit is good as well. That'll fix your college issue as well and the bennies are great also.
 
I lived for a short while in a group home where one of my neighbours had an active psychosis and would run up and down the hallway, knocking on every door and screaming for help.
It's not fun to have someone in close proximity like that.
Can you invest in some surveillance cameras and somehow expedite what needs to happen; her getting help, or at the very least being taken far away from where you live.
She would need to be violent or otherwise an active threat in order for that to happen due to the laws here.

I can invest in a camera, but she's a sneaky bitch and highly unpredictable, too, since there's no pattern to her behavior. I live in a small one-room apartmant so I'm partly worried she might see the camera and think "Time to crank up the schizo fever!" or escalate.
She's a danger not just to you and your neighbourhood, she's a danger to herself.
Funny you mention that because she almost got her clock cleaned by a bunch of handymen when she was taking pictures of them.

She will probably get herself killed or OD or get handled by the cops when they come after her again. It may or may not be my doing. They have been after her for other reasons.
 
I think you're right though, the person teaching the course actually matters a lot more than I first thought.
Yes very much so, for the love of God use Rate My Professor because let me put it this way, I went to community college in NYC and the professors there were a crapshoot, they largely were ESL. Research and check their ratings it'll make your life easier. You will always not be able to get a good prof, but having the ones that you can get a brief idea of what you're in for while taking their version of the course will go a long way.

I was in your shoes for the vast majority of my 20s. All I can say is things that have helped me get out of that extremely dense fog; expose yourself to the world slowly, remove expectations that you've been culturally conditioned to and carve your own path from your internal guidance. Sometimes you just have to hit complete rock bottom until you stop digging, and climb up.
 
She would need to be violent or otherwise an active threat in order for that to happen due to the laws here.
She will probably get herself killed or OD or get handled by the cops when they come after her again.
What about just calling the police and making noise complaints? Apparently they're already aware of her?
 
My life is empty and the field of freedom I'm allowed to have is getting tighter each year.
I'm gaining more than a half of a year ago but my life style hasn't changed. I'm empty and the years I've got through were for nothing.
 
What about just calling the police and making noise complaints? Apparently they're already aware of her?
This, prowling and noise complaints might hopefully lead to her pissing off the wrong cop.
 
humane society wants me to volunteer for a ridiculous amount of time before they even consider hiring me. kill all employoids
 
What about just calling the police and making noise complaints? Apparently they're already aware of her?
The police have no obligation to investigate noise complaints unless it's "severe".

As some of her noise has been daytime happenings, the police wouldn't care.
This, prowling and noise complaints might hopefully lead to her pissing off the wrong cop.
If they can get a hold of her. She's known to ignore police or leave for hours until they've given up on trying to reach her. She's a sneaky schizo.

Even the leasing company told me she's extremely difficult to communicate with.

But even sneaky schizos make mistakes
 
I need more comfort content to listen to/watch, I can only rewatch King Cobra JFS podcasts so many times before the effect wears off and cows getting their hooves trimmed by scottish blokes, while hypnotising, isn't something I can have audio only on if I want to walk my dog.
I made the mistake of listening to a cute cover of a pretty benign, romantic song that hit me emotionally.
 
I need more comfort content to listen to/watch, I can only rewatch King Cobra JFS podcasts so many times before the effect wears off and cows getting their hooves trimmed by scottish blokes, while hypnotising, isn't something I can have audio only on if I want to walk my dog.
I made the mistake of listening to a cute cover of a pretty benign, romantic song that hit me emotionally.
Have you tried listening to Kitboga? Assuming you haven't heard of him he calls scammers and tries to waste as much of their time as possible pretending to fall for the scams. You rarely need any visuals, and his long form videos can be a few hours long. I tend to watch him on and off if I need something playing in my ear. For second monitor video game content I've been watching CaseOh. I think his content is pretty chill as long as you don't mind his toilet humor.
 
I feel like sometimes I make some pretty dumb comments here. Not necessarily "obvious" or simply unnecessary things, bu rather getting worked up unnecessarily. I will get probably sound like a redditor for a small moment here, yet I would be remiss if I didn't comment how some lolcows as funny as they tend to be, would be more than than deserving of a a swift fucking death (the politically charged ones, not the BossManJack or King Cobra ones, I mean). Unfortunately, I get worked up over them depending how they tend to go and perhaps post repetitive things about them, showing I need to distance myself over accompanying them. A good example is "ShortFatOtaku". I recognise that.
All I can do is just apologise deeply to the Kiwis that read my comments, as MATI & potentially silly as they tend to be. For those of you wondering why am I explaining myself, it's quite simple: I like to see KiwiFarms as the extension of my neighbourhood, so I don't want to seem like that "annoying old man". Figured a good explaining was in order.

Other than that, I am doing good for the new years. Just planning ahead and seeing how things are going.
 
For some stupid reason I decided to start intermittent fasting

Not eating until noon was easy

But now I can't eat until tomorrow noon and I'M FUCKING HONGRY, HOMBRE
 
I've always been of the opinion that, no matter how hard you try, you can never fully understand the thoughts and perceptions of any other human being. That said, I felt like I understood how my wife's brain worked a lot better than I actually did right up until last night.

We finally had time to binge watch the last few episodes of Stranger Things, which we both love and enjoy speculating about. 9 times out of 10, it's me predicting random shit that nobody else guesses because of a background that involves a lot more literary analysis than you'd expect for a social sciences degree. I guessed as soon as the melty shit showed up in the laboratory in the Upside Down that nobody should be going up on the roof, because Rooftop + Chernobyl Reference = Please God No. Kind of obscure and weird, but it's coherent.

Right after that, though, through what had to be some organic Black Box LLM bullshit, her brain took a very simple input - "Plz do not shoot the shimmery rooftop devil magic, over" - and spit out, "OH GOD THEY'RE IN A BLACK HOLE". About two seconds after she said that, somebody shot the shimmery rooftop devil magic and it was revealed that they were, in fact, inside of a black hole. Technically an Einstein-Rosen Bridge, which is traversible thanks to shimmery rooftop devil magic and doesn't spaghettify anyone who gets too close thanks to being only a pale, beta-singularity copy of the glory of Messier 87's Pōwehi, that primordial darkness ornamented in awful majesty from which all creation springs. Still, in layman's terms, it's a black hole. Just a black hole who's too much of a pussy to integrate the mass of a hundred million Suns. Fucking faggotry of the highest order.

If you've seen the whole series, you probably understand why I dislike not only this particular wormhole but also all other gravitational anomalies more extreme than neutron stars (quark stars might be okay if they exist, but it's still pretty shitty to exclude hadrons like that). If you've never seen it, you should. It's really fucking good, and I have it on good authority that my adverse reaction to the concept of Relativistic fuckery is actually the result of some sort of brain worm rather than anything that occurs in this series.

Back on topic, I am still genuinely, truly afraid to ask how in the actual fuck she got from Point A to Point B in this scenario, but I'm reasonably certain that it wasn't the wormhole diagram in Dr. Brenner's journal, because she noticed that later and pointed it out. I am also absolutely convinced now that no two human beings share subjective experiences similar enough to swap perspectives without going batshit insane like someone who just sucked off Cthulhu. We're normally finishing each other's sentences and shit, so we're very similar in a lot of regards, but for a minute there she was playing chess on a board shaped like a tesseract and managed to checkmate white when its king was safely tucked away in a compact spatial dimension somewhere underneath the effervescent foam between electron standing waves inside the backbone of a propane molecule. I'm going to stick to recognizing visual references in cinematography and memorizing minute details of radiological disasters, and let her keep whatever lateral thinking she used to accomplish the narrative equivalent of correctly guessing that 2+2 = 11 without any prior knowledge of numerical systems outside base-10.

At any rate, that ending made me shed a single, very manly tear. Fucking black holes. They all deserve to be shot, NASA just doesn't have the balls.
 
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I'm on day 3 of an exercise streak. I'm not doing anything high octane and it's not going to really noticeably improve my body, but getting some blood flowing every day can't hurt, right?
Hey, you gotta start somewhere. And even if you never do more than whatever you're doing now, it's better than not doing anything at all. It can only help!

I can invest in a camera, but she's a sneaky bitch and highly unpredictable, too, since there's no pattern to her behavior. I live in a small one-room apartmant so I'm partly worried she might see the camera and think "Time to crank up the schizo fever!" or escalate.
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Seriously, though, I'm really sorry you're not able to feel safe in your own home. That's an awful feeling.

For some stupid reason I decided to start intermittent fasting

Not eating until noon was easy

But now I can't eat until tomorrow noon and I'M FUCKING HONGRY, HOMBRE
I used to do intermittent fasting, if you're consistent you will get used to it! After a week or so I wasn't hungry at all (except during my eatin' window, of course) and I needed a lot less than you'd expect to feel good and satisfied. Keep it up.
 
Had to have one of my exotic pet rescues put to sleep today as his cancer developed back and was impacting airways (he had surgery previously)

But I’m doing okay now, still sad and devastated but also accepting he’s now at peace and had very good life.
 
Woke up this morning to get ready to work. See about a half a dozen messages from my mother in the family exchange.

"I'm surprised you didn't call me on Christmas"

"I guess your working and not visiting this year"

"Your father could use a lot of help around here but you never bother"

"At least I still have him".
This is really awful and makes me appreciative of my parents. I saw them over Christmas and they asked me and my siblings to come down in the spring and help out with a pretty substantial project, but made it completely optional and offered to pay me to do it (even though I'd refuse money).

And the hell of it is that because they don't do the pressure or guilt stuff, it makes me infinitely more willing to help them out when they want it.
 
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