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The sad truth is that there really isn't much, especially in countries like the US where third spaces and social clubs are all but nonexistent in most areas. I've met most of my friends at work, and held onto a handful of them since college. My wife went to Middle and High School with me, then decided to reconnect over Facebook a few years ago. Just meeting up with people is extremely difficult.
I noticed before I moved that no one seems to do much anymore, I would go to bars or other places to sit down with friends and we would be the only people there under 40. I know raves are pretty popular with people my age still but that doesn't really feel like a place to meet new people.
 
Shiet, first day of the week and I already fucked up. I was a nigger in traffic and I regret it. It was nothing serious, but I need to stop channelling my incel rage when driving. Mind you, I don't get mad in traffic ever, it's not that at all, someone could be a complete cunt and I wouldn't give it much thought. Rather, it's that I'm too much of an aggressive driver myself. I need to work on my self-discipline.

Discord:
:neckbeard:users who always seemed to be doing questionable shit in places they thought no one was looking,:ross:horned up adults who are not who they say they are having some soap opera sending out spicy noods of each othercliques because high school is forever.
As much as discord is viewed with great horror, and maybe it really is the case that 2/3rds of servers are like this, there are also comfy places with normal people who don't go word policing or grooming or gooning or whatever. But such places are always private servers and you need to know someone from there first. I think some of the key things for a good discord server is having a hard no porn stance, being careful who you let in, and not having thousands of members. I think after a certain size things tend to get out of hand.

Just moved 900 miles to a new state with no friends or family really near me, and It's been so long since I made new friends/ met new girls I am not 100% sure what to do at this point. It also just feels harder to do now that I am older not big 30 yet but close. Not really sure what people my age do to go meet new people anymore that isn't online.
I hope you figure it out soon fren, because it definitely doesn't get easier once you're over 30.
 
How the fuck do you get so sick? Think last time I was sick was in Q1/Q2 of this year, and even then it was lightweight. Dunno, maybe after I went though COVID back in 2021 I got some turbo-immunity.
 
I experienced a complete burn out a year or so ago and I’m not the same.
I know a couple of people who had or are dealing with burn out, only one person seemed to have made a full recovery and he did so without any outside help. That man is psychopathic levels of stoic though and despite me knowing him for all my life and pretty much knowing everything about him (goes both ways) there's still walls up deep inside him that will never come down so i can't be 100% sure if he indeed bounced back. If not, he makes a terrific job with acting like he did. The rest are definitely changed by their burn outs, one of my best friends is dealing with it right now, got royally fucked over by his work because of it, finally quit his job in September after a year of hell, still has to deal with a lot of fallout from that. My aunt, who is in her 60s, got mentally killed by it and has noticeably changed from the dear and nice woman from my childhood (there are other, grim factors i won't get into at at play here, too).

TL;DR Burn out is insidious, the restaurant business eats people alive.

And then I may tell you how he originally dealt with the news of Chris going down on Barb
You mean the "Chris is evil" stuff? I dimly remember that, i was still just lurking without being registered back then. Never heard about the Mystery Woman stuff.
Ugh, we didn't have that. Trigger lists in the 90s? ☪️
Unthinkable. Ultra cliquish behaviour, sure, but not this bullshit. I also enjoyed the user meet ups i regularly went to in the 90's and early 00's, it's when i started to finally got to see some more of my own country. Plus back then i practically was forced to travel 600km by train if i wanted to score with mid weeb girls, it was pre-anime boom, we didn't even have more than one con in the entire country back then and it wasn't hosted in my city. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I reconnected with some of the people when FB first got big but have no contact to anyone from back then anymore. Curious about what some of them are doing these days, especially one or two ex girlfriends of mine.
 
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How the fuck do you get so sick? Think last time I was sick was in Q1/Q2 of this year, and even then it was lightweight. Dunno, maybe after I went though COVID back in 2021 I got some turbo-immunity.
There is a funny thing with cortisol. If you are in overdrive mode, you may be wondering "damn, how am I still going?" and then you get your long awaited rest and BOOM - sicker than a dog. Because before that it was stimulating your immune system, however, it is not a bottomless well, it was merely a loan and you'll have to give it back.

Also, about this shit I said.
now I'd rather go postal from a mountain of inner pain and unresolved conflicts in my head than share it here anytime in the future
No, I don't want to go postal, never, this is one of the most retarded things anyone can do. But even less I want to get shit and baseless accusations over stuff that genuinely makes me suffer. Why the fuck some people are like this?

Also, @WASR96 if I sounded too naive and cartoony when I tried to tell you it is gonna be ok, I am sorry, I genuinely wanted you to get better.
 
Basically every online community related to mental health seems to be like this now, and I really don't see why anyone would want to be involved with that unless they had literally nowhere safe to go to talk about their problems IRL. There's something about watching a TikTok of a grown-ass woman playing with dolls and talking about "Littlespace" that makes me question how long our species is going to survive.
The board I was on basically fell apart because everyone was triggered and retarded and they all hated all the infighting and triggering each other, and they were so precious. It was the first time I trolled a board. Prolific. Don't find work like that these days. :P
As much as discord is viewed with great horror, and maybe it really is the case that 2/3rds of servers are like this, there are also comfy places with normal people who don't go word policing or grooming or gooning or whatever. But such places are always private servers and you need to know someone from there first. I think some of the key things for a good discord server is having a hard no porn stance, being careful who you let in, and not having thousands of members. I think after a certain size things tend to get out of hand.


I hope you figure it out soon fren, because it definitely doesn't get easier once you're over 30.
A few times I had thought I had found rooms on Discord for people over 30 but there always seemed to be some sort of a fetishist aspect. It was either kinky role playing or rooms where people just thirst over each other and it seemed as if people seemed more interested in emotional cheating.
I tried finding and running a book club but they just wanted to read retarded books and there was never any follow through where they actually read the book or had any opinion on it and it was a little frustrating.


Insomnia again, but it's my fault I decided to binge on turkey and indigestion gave me insomnia.
I never did get my framed photograph for Christmas, mom could not be arsed to show [VOID] love and affection again and reassigned my Christmas present to my husband who impressively thought of something cool a day or two before Christmas.
Since it was all done so last minute it wasn't even the right kit (a different kit from the one they ordered was sent) and I have been put in charge of the return because no one can be arsed to make sure I get the right one. Everyone else expected some effort by [VOID] to maintain a Christmas spirit but there is none given back.

I am [VOID] .
 
Do you not want to be important to the group? Is there pressure associated with that you don't want, or something else?
I like being important to work flow as I always have something to do but I just don't like when co workers start to pick up on that. I don't work hard, I just like to not be bored to tears at work and sometimes those 2 get confused by people. I just really prefer being a ghost at work.
 
The sad truth is that there really isn't much, especially in countries like the US where third spaces and social clubs are all but nonexistent in most areas. I've met most of my friends at work, and held onto a handful of them since college. My wife went to Middle and High School with me, then decided to reconnect over Facebook a few years ago. Just meeting up with people is extremely difficult.
The three people i consider my friends i know since highschool, so for a bit longer than 20 years. I am in a city of 4 million and i couldn't tell how you start meeting new people that you can make meaningful connections with. Sure, there's bars and clubs galore where you can go if you're starved for social interaction but the chance of making real friends in those places is basically nil, most people go there to get fucked up on drugs and drink.
 
The three people i consider my friends i know since highschool, so for a bit longer than 20 years. I am in a city of 4 million and i couldn't tell how you start meeting new people that you can make meaningful connections with. Sure, there's bars and clubs galore where you can go if you're starved for social interaction but the chance of making real friends in those places is basically nil, most people go there to get fucked up on drugs and drink.
When I was in highschool the club scene was just about everything for me, and I found a group of weirdos who provided a welcoming environment and friendships.
I started getting snuck into clubs at about seventeen, and I found a group of people who tried to provide me a safe place. It wasn't always nice though because of course there were drugs, suicide attempts (a few were successful), or drama and we were all so histrionically performative.
After the clubbing and the chaos we would have coffee at 4 or 5 am and the deep conversations would start and looking back now, I which I had been more open to engage. I recently found a note book with angsty poetry I had written while at a club and it looks like one of my club friends had edited it and tried to help me make it better. Clubs were where the freaks gathered and no one cares and everything was celebrated.
No matter how bad the angsty poetry was, I had trusted my club friend enough to look at it and now I wish I could get in touch with that club friend again and thank him for all the time he spent, listening and trying to work out the fucking mess.
It's my fault, I used to be so flighty and he finally gave up asking me out to coffee. Fack, I hate my previously flakey self, but I understand.
 
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After the clubbing and the chaos we would have coffee at 4 or 5 am and the deep conversations would start
I feel that. Have been clean for over a year now (if you don't count me semi-abusing the pain killers i got prescribed shortly before Christmas) but the comedown deep talk at ungodly hours was a big part of weekends in my 20's. When i started using again in my early 30's i hung around with a crowd of aquaintances sometimes, mostly younger than me, and they would try the deep talk shit with me and i was not having it. At that age i long had realized how fake it all is, we are together because we all take drugs, no more than that, simple as. Now put some tunes on and let me enjoy my high, don't spoil the occasion with your bullshit :story:
 
Also, @WASR96 if I sounded too naive and cartoony when I tried to tell you it is gonna be ok, I am sorry, I genuinely wanted you to get better.
Not at all! I'm just struggling to deal with this new round of bullshit. It really ruined quite a lot of plans I had not being able to move around freely and having to commit to another 10 rounds of radiation. I appreciate your well wishes and hope I get movement back before the end, being layed up isn't how I want to cross the finish line.
 
I know raves are pretty popular with people my age still but that doesn't really feel like a place to meet new people.
Clubs are not the kind of people you really want to meet any ways. They are for trashy people to abuse drugs and one night stands. It's a very performative atmosphere that will only leave you feeling more empty by the end of it. It may feel like a rush of dopamine that will leave you starved when the drugs wear off, or the girl leaves you the next day.

I've decided I don't want to be a part of that. I understand that people feel just a little bit of drinking or a little bit of weed is a social lubricant, but I find that just means they are masking who they really are. You either have to continue using to keep the mask on, or you have to come to terms with who you really are. I much prefer someone sober who is rough around the edges. At least then I know it's real.
 
Just moved 900 miles to a new state with no friends or family really near me, and It's been so long since I made new friends/ met new girls I am not 100% sure what to do at this point. It also just feels harder to do now that I am older not big 30 yet but close. Not really sure what people my age do to go meet new people anymore that isn't online.
Going to the coffee hour/post liturgy helped, and my church is starting men's and women's groups. So there may be a place if you are religious. Secularwise, I haven't a clue. Outside of church, I just socialize at work and on here.
 
Almost 25 and think im having a midlife crisis right now.
Like nothing really satisfies me lately, I got a good job after my heinous one, and peaceful life except when I deal with my family.
My estranged mother got send to a mental health clinic because she claims she hears voices and gets violent with random people as they are "spying on her".
Me and my sister are terrified its genetic.
My Dad just nods toward everything not really making an effort to understand.

Im questioning everything at this point, not only the future but the past, not the how but the why everything happened the way it did.
 
I am in a city of 4 million and i couldn't tell how you start meeting new people that you can make meaningful connections with.
It's pretty much the opposite in the area where I live. There are a little over 20,000 people spread out over a fourth the landmass of Rhode Island, which actually makes it sound more densely populated than it is because of the two central towns that host the plurality of the population. You have to drive twenty minutes to reach somewhere you couldn't just wander out of your backyard and disappear off the face of the Earth. Literally the only places you could even meet someone casually are three book clubs, an aging Ruritan chapter, and multiple Evangelical or Fundamentalist Protestant churches. If you're under 60 years old and aren't a member of a Protestant denomination that would be considered extreme basically anywhere outside of the Southeastern US or developing countries, that leaves you with three options - never speak to anyone outside work, fake belonging to a religious group you probably have serious moral issues with (not trying to start a religious debate; some of these groups are so cult-like that they literally believe other members of their own denomination are heretics for having Sunday Schools), or bond with your coworker's friends over your shared drug problem. Predictably, we have some of the highest rates of substance abuse and suicide East of the Front Range.
 
My estranged mother got send to a mental health clinic because she claims she hears voices and gets violent with random people as they are "spying on her".
Me and my sister are terrified its genetic.
Just wanna throw it out there that if you were schizo, it would have started manifesting in your 20s. Not saying you're in the clear/doomed, but the signs would begin to show themselves now.
Mental illness can be scary, especially when you get blindsided by psychosis or you don't have the right safety net, but paranoia and hallucinations can be dealt with in multiple ways.
 
I am disappointed and husband showed me how little he wanted to understand why I was disappointed and then summed up back to me the most selfish fucked up version of what I was saying so that it could be easily dismissed and I am just selfish for wanting.
He controls the money, and I barely have money for the month but on a holiday/birthday month he asks me why didn't save money but has enough to buy himself a gift when I cannot. I have asked him to find work and he will not, during the summer he promised and got me all excited because he said that he was going to do the taxes and with the return that I could maybe get myself a few things and when I bring it up he tells me how selfish I am and then uses it as an excuse for extending the time even longer. He buys nice shatter and promises me that it's the cheapest way of smoking weed but his vaporizer keeps breaking and we're going to have to buy another new one third in about three months.
I can't even speak up for myself to my husband because when I try to then mother plays queen baby and throws a tantrum and she expects an apology and usually takes my husband's side.
I Just wanted something nice for myself, that's all.
 
I am disappointed and husband showed me how little he wanted to understand why I was disappointed and then summed up back to me the most selfish fucked up version of what I was saying so that it could be easily dismissed and I am just selfish for wanting.
He controls the money, and I barely have money for the month but on a holiday/birthday month he asks me why didn't save money but has enough to buy himself a gift when I cannot. I have asked him to find work and he will not, during the summer he promised and got me all excited because he said that he was going to do the taxes and with the return that I could maybe get myself a few things and when I bring it up he tells me how selfish I am and then uses it as an excuse for extending the time even longer. He buys nice shatter and promises me that it's the cheapest way of smoking weed but his vaporizer keeps breaking and we're going to have to buy another new one third in about three months.
I can't even speak up for myself to my husband because when I try to then mother plays queen baby and throws a tantrum and she expects an apology and usually takes my husband's side.
I Just wanted something nice for myself, that's all.

Why are you living like this?
 
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