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Visited family again for lunch and they were politisperging irl, about taxes, about Russia vs Ukraine war stuff, doomposting irl about ww3. Bruh. I left early but I feel drained. I could not care less about world politics and whatnot, feels tiresome. I have my own mental issues I'm struggling with and I'm just trying to be happy. Hard to stay detached when you don't have irl friends to hang out with and your family is sperging out like that.
 
Passed out for the evening after awhile and forgot I'd left Onlyusemeblade's IRL stream on. I woke up at 1am to a confused drunk Blade (AKA Lit Romney) stumbling around the halls of his mom's apartment complex mumbling the n word. 2026 is already litty, persons.
 
Venezuelan neighbor played loud spanish music all night apparently. I understand fireworks and some music until like 2 am since this is New Year's, but I got woken up at 7 am and they were still going... Woke up multiple times until I gave up on sleeping around 11 am and they were STILL going. Around noon I walked by her house and she was smoking by the window STILL PLAYING MUSIC. They played shitty spanish music with the windows open for this entire time. Not a good start to my year...

Would love some kind of advice or at least someone relating to this. Can't really play loud music to make her get the hint because that would bother the other neighbors, especially the elderly lady next to me that is super nice. I gave her the stink eye as I was walking past (I wasn't able to control my face, I truly feel so disgusted by this woman's existence) and I'm pretty sure she started insulting me in spanish, which LOL. I know the landlord so if this repeats after new years I'm gonna have a polite word with him. She also litters in front of her house and that's pretty gross, she's pretty gross in general. In appearance, in spirit, etc.
Kill em with kindness honestly works more than you think it would. If she wasn't your neighbor I'd be more petty but you never know man, maybe she would turn it down if she knew you better.
 
Kill em with kindness honestly works more than you think it would. If she wasn't your neighbor I'd be more petty but you never know man, maybe she would turn it down if she knew you better.
Well I think I kind of killed that opportunity when I looked at her with murderous intent lol 😆 Also I find it very difficult to be nice to someone that acts this way. I was nice to the landlord while he was building the house though, so maybe if I am on his good side he'll try to reason with this woman. If not, I'll call the cops every single night if I have to.
 
Well I think I kind of killed that opportunity when I looked at her with murderous intent lol 😆 Also I find it very difficult to be nice to someone that acts this way. I was nice to the landlord while he was building the house though, so maybe if I am on his good side he'll try to reason with this woman. If not, I'll call the cops every single night if I have to.
https://youtube.com/watch?v=110l4ynyhII
I understand don't worry kek, I used to yell at the black niglets when I lived in Mississippi because nothing else worked. Caught them throwing hotdogs to my already fat dog and just fucking screamed at them to shut the fuck up. Never had issues after that.
 
Yet, outside of work, time is all I have.
You might like the short book, "How to Live on 24 Hours a Day", which was written in 1907, but is a kinda universal self-help book. You see articles about how to live on 1,000 a month, or spend 50/wk on groceries, but, you never see writing on how to live on 24 hours a day, despite the fact that we're all so limited and can't exactly get any more time at all.
https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/2274/pg2274-images.html
Which of us lives on twenty-four hours a day? And when I say "lives," I do not mean exists, nor "muddles through." Which of us is free from that uneasy feeling that the "great spending departments" of his daily life are not managed as they ought to be? [...] Which of us has not been saying to himself all his life: "I shall alter that when I have a little more time"? We never shall have any more time. We have, and we have always had, all the time there is.



This shit is so hyper processed, it's not even food anymore.
I recall the Campbell's executive who got in trouble for being on record saying Campbell soup is "shit for poor people" and talking about how hyper-processed it is. I, frankly, had a lot of sympathy for that guy, although obviously if you get caught talking that much shit about your place of work, you'll face consequences.




My family is having an event catered with food I fucking hate.
It really comes and goes- I don't know the psychology or whatever. I don't mind watching actual pigs eat actual slop. I've fed fish mush to penguins. I've fed babies and been spat up all over.

But I really get "triggered" by morbidly obese people who make those little gasps of ecstacy and "numnum" noises. The "shovel tongue" manuver. I don't like watching food addicts do their thing. I get so overwhelmed with disgust I just want to go home and I can't stand the presense of the food.

But, people generally have no sympathy for this. I definitely can't just admit "I can't stand the smell of food because I'm so disturbed and filled with disgust of your gluttony." I really don't want to go at all, but I promised to go before they told me they were getting these giant plates of Mexican food. I can't express how much I don't want to be in a room of morbidly obese women eating burritos and smacking their lips and making those little sleep-apnea gasps. Why am I the bad guy for feeling disgust?

I don't really think I have a "sensory problem" and I would not care about normal people eating burritos. I don't care about the average person taking a shot or having a beer, but I'm disgusted by seeing somebody so sloppy drunk they're acting the fool. I don't like to watch food addicts get their fix and I'm not evil for finding it gross!
 
I pray you all have a blessed New Year. Nearly passed out at church last night cause the A/C wouldn't kick on and it was hot in there. Had a potluck there and watched Miami-Ohio St.

Today has been good so far. Made a delicious albeit late breakfast. Got half of what I want to get done today done. Now I just have to do laundry and some cleaning while watching college ball.
 
after a severe brush with pneumonia for christmas, ive managed to recover and get back to my job. Though I missed being able to celebrate with family, i was still able to give them their gifts.
Truly giving is the greatest joy
 
But I really get "triggered" by morbidly obese people who make those little gasps of ecstacy and "numnum" noises. The "shovel tongue" manuver. I don't like watching food addicts do their thing. I get so overwhelmed with disgust I just want to go home and I can't stand the presense of the food.
I'll add to your misery. Carefully observe the head movement of an obese person eating and you will inevitably see them nodding incessantly when chewing. The movement is usually accompanied with the "numnum" noises to let everyone at the table know they approve of the slop. It's like one of those wooden drinking birds. They all do it.

Worse, there's a cadre of obese people who drink immediately after filling their mouths to create a disgusting mixture of fatty slop and sugary coke so it goes down their gullet quicker. They can't even wait to swallow before taking a drink and consume everything in the form of some moist sugary mush like baby birds.
 
I woke up, did all the things I needed to do today, and I'm in the middle of drinking some mead. I'm going to be telling people all day how much I love them, because today isn't my birthday, but it is on Facebook and everyone is sending kind wishes.

I love all you motherfuckers.
 
I'll add to your misery. Carefully observe the head movement of an obese person eating and you will inevitably see them nodding incessantly when chewing. The movement is usually accompanied with the "numnum" noises to let everyone at the table know they approve of the slop. It's like one of those wooden drinking birds. They all do it.

Worse, there's a cadre of obese people who drink immediately after filling their mouths to create a disgusting mixture of fatty slop and sugary coke so it goes down their gullet quicker. They can't even wait to swallow before taking a drink and consume everything in the form of some moist sugary mush like baby birds.
that shit is so gross....im chubby, but im super neurotic about eating noises, also cant stand to hear people smacking, or licking their fingers....nothing makes me want to choke someone out quicker than someone making a disgusting show of eating.
which is why i eat alone in my room :story:
i remember once i was working with this stupid creature who was literally slurping these ribs she was eating, that is the only way i can describe it..and i was trapped in this horrible break room with her for nearly an hour, no background noise, nothing. worst day ever.
 
I reached out to my sister and asked her to talk but she made it about her. Officially all alone.
A few years ago I opened my eyes to realize that nearly every adult friend in my life was not, in fact, a good friend: there was no real mutuality, or it was motivated by their own needs and goals. Conversations were about them for hours and hours when things were tough, but when I had something on my mind, or even when they just didn't have a crisis or some personal motive for spending time: No time, gotta run, sorry - or some useless variation. It was disappointing. But I stepped back and recognized my role in the dynamic, saw them more clearly, stopped doing the lifting or making them a priority, put hard boundaries around both my heart and my time, and gradually cut them all. Yes, there are times I have the urge to reach out, even for a generic holiday wish, but before I do I revisit why we are not in touch, and that is enough to stop me. I really valued some of those people, but I would rather have a small Christmas card list than to debase myself spending energy or getting my feelings hurt by people who just are not true and clearly do not actually value me.

I'm not saying to cut your whole universe out of your life, but if your perceptions are accurate, they're already not really there, so why are you putting yourself in a position of dependency or hope that is repeatedly dashed? You don't have to get blown about by the wind of other people's carelessness or lack of concern.

And to be clear - it does not have to be as extreme as cutting people off completely, especially family. But revising your expectations down and not going to empty wells - by your own choice, not because you've essentially been rejected again - may help keep you from feeling disappointed or lonely.

that shit is so gross....im chubby, but im super neurotic about eating noises, also cant stand to hear people smacking, or licking their fingers....nothing makes me want to choke someone out quicker than someone making a disgusting show of eating.
which is why i eat alone in my room :story:
i remember once i was working with this stupid creature who was literally slurping these ribs she was eating, that is the only way i can describe it..and i was trapped in this horrible break room with her for nearly an hour, no background noise, nothing. worst day ever.
One of my best friends in high school's whole family smacked when they ate (none was fat at all, all fit/ slender). It was horrible to be asked to dinner over there. I have no idea why or how that happened - they were otherwise very normal with normal understandings of etiquette and good manners.
 
I wish that could be helpful but it's not. I am hardly dependant on my sister, we have been estranged for years because like everyone else she decided that I wasn't worth her time but recently we have been trying to reconnect.

I thought she might be the one person I could talk to
 
whole family smacked when they ate
oh FUCK THAT. i would absolutely go into a blind rage....people smacking makes me so ridiculously mad...idk why, my family thinks its funny, but i personally hate being that sensitive, and smacking and chewing noises just kill me...or retards smacking their gum..ugh. :stress:
 
New Year, new work stress. Need to power level a bit but I work retail as middle management. It's not glamorous but at least I'm employed and can put some money away in savings. The management is now almost all men, except for one, and she has decided this last month to cause as many problems as she can. She is making it a habit to yell at me and one of the assistant managers about the schedule which neither of us have any sort of involvement in. She insists that the store manager is setting her up to get raped by making her close at night with one other person which is usually another woman. Mind you this location is a strip mall next to a large mall. Nothing but shops and a big well lit parking lot. This isn't the kind of place people are getting raped walking to their car. She doesn't want closing shifts, but she wont do morning shifts either because she complains it takes her an extra hour or more to get ready in the morning and that's not fair to have to wake up at 5am.

I had a very frank conversation with her that I found the way she speaks to be out of line. Her concerns are valid, and I understand she feels frustrated, but at the same time jumping someone and telling them you're going to get raped is wildly inappropriate. Then I got to listen to her rant about how I don't feel fear because I'm a man and men don't have to worry how women worry. Of course I think that way because I'm a man. I'm a man so she doesn't have to care what I think or feel. She's not going to apologize, she's not going to change the way she speaks to people because she is a woman and she's entitled to do so. Because of course the store manager has a secret plot to make the women quit by scheduling them to close once or twice a week.

Today I had to hear it again because on Sunday she will be down two closing associates. Did she ask if those shifts got covered? No that's not her job. Ok so I'll go down the list and make some phone calls and figure out who can come in. But that's not good enough either because she didn't ask for my help. We said if you feel unsafe there's the number for the police and you can ask them to patrol the lot and make sure you get to your cars safely. Well that's bullshit. And instead we need to hire more people and make sure she closes with at least 4 people every night. Or even better let the other managers close instead. Because I guess it's ok if I have to close with one person and get raped or mugged, or whatever she thinks will happen.

I am tired of the way she now openly paints everything as a sexism problem. She treats the male customers differently and makes a point of adding "because you're a man" to her "jokes". She can't find even an ounce of sympathy for one of the only male associates on staff when he came in sick but wanted to work anyways. But god forbid you not bend over backwards for any of the girls. I'm not the kind of person to run to HR. But I have never had to work with anyone so openly sexist, and I don't know what happened this last month or so to make her so hostile but I am not her punching bag. The problem is the company is super fucking gay. They are ticking every box they can at least at a corporate level. So they are exactly the kind of culture that would be dismissive of misandry. Part of me also feels like snitching to HR is just something you're not supposed to do, and be a man and deal with it. I guess most people would just quit and get another job. Retail jobs are a dime a dozen. But my autism makes change more painful than it should be, and honestly is the grass really going to be any greener?
 
The goth-adjacent chick that broke things off because I wasn't paying enough attention to her (because I was caught up in the home buying and moving process) reached out recently. I was a bit surprised afterwards at just how much I wasn't interested. I hope she figures stuff out, but I definitely don't want any part of whatever it is.

EDIT: Also, it's amazing how much mileage you can get out of honestly saying 'I get where you (were/are) coming from' when you want someone to engage in a bit of self-reflection.
 
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be a man and deal with it
she sounds like a huge asshole, and if i were you? i would get her fired somehow. because if shes openly shit talking men, i guarantee you that the moment you dont do exactly what she wants, shes going to throw you under the bus. she sounds intolerable, and im sorry you are dealing with all of that.
 
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