I already explained my view on suicide when explaining my nephew’s.
People who consider suicide an option don’t have a clue.
They think their lives are so full of stress, yet they don’t even understand what stress is.
Stress means
not having the option of committing suicide, but being forced to
deal with your problems.
My situation was impossible because there simply were no options.
There was no way to get what I wanted/needed, yet no way to run from the situation either.
I used a different number to call the whore who left on our date and told her to fuck off (actually I had to tell the guy who was with her at the time to relay my message to her).
Then I finally told that other girl who met that other guy to fuck off. She did nothing but lie about everything the whole time I knew her, as if trying to cause me problems was a game to her. Nothing but treat me life shit, then blame it on me. If she got hit by a bus in front of me I’d laugh. Then call another girl to finish the date.
I mentioned an ex-friend who used to play video games with me here.
For some reason, they day after I wrote this rant, he decided it was life-threateningly important to MSN me, so he told my coworker to have me unblock him so we could talk.
After 2 months of not speaking, it was
very important for him to come back into my life and tell me that he stills hates me.
Too bad for him this was the day
after I posted this topic, by which time I had already snap-overflowed.
Just as there is integer overflow, there is snap-overflow.
I was (and still am to a point) beyond frustrated all the way back up to the point of blissful happiness, so much so that nothing could change that.
So when he came back trying to give me more stress I just laughed at him.
He explained he hates me, I replied, “Well then it seems you have some personal issues you need to resolve yourself.â€
He didn’t like the fact that he was insignificant to me, so he continued.
He told me how everyone hates me at work, and I am all alone. I replied, “That’s their problem, and I have always been alone.â€
He couldn’t get a reaction so he tried to tell me
why he hates me. It was a bullshit reason, like when people make up rules for games. He laid out these guidelines for what I have to do to be his friend. “My real friends won’t do this and this and that, etc.â€
By now he is just annoying, and very much more childish than I could have imagined.
Still unable to get a reaction from me, he then finally admitted something.
He
admitted that he lied to my coworkers to get them to hate me.
I explained in my first post that there was some trouble at work, but didn’t get into the details.
Basically, before he left, he secretly went around to everyone and told them that I had made fun of/insulted the King of Thailand, which is essentially the single most offensive thing you could possibly do in Thailand.
So there really was even more shit happening than what I mentioned in the first post, but explaining it all was too long.
All in the middle of these girl troubles, my nephew, etc., everyone at work just suddenly turned on me.
All the girls turned into total bitches when they were nice before.
All the guys just give me this attitude of, “Get lost,†when they laughed at my jokes the day before.
Luckily for me I had already snapped.
I just didn’t (and don’t) give a shit.
I told him, “Seems to me you’ve made an error in judgment and have several severe character flaws that will most likely hamper your future development a substantial amount.
However, none of this is my problem, and this conversation has been a waste of my time. I’m off for badminton. :-Pâ€
It is unfortunate that I must now be a cold-hearted careless bastard at work these days, but it is necessary.
I’m not going to deal with people’s close-minded and ignorant ways any longer, and if they want to treat me like shit, they get it back ten-fold.
When they want to try to get along again, I won’t make it difficult for them, but when they want to be assholes, well, let’s just say it will be harder on them than it will be on me.
These days are a lot better.
I go out, meet new women, and smile constantly.
I met two new women last night and I wrote an e-mail to the Japanese-loving girl explaining the situation, to which she replied she was sorry and would still like to be friends/try again.
L. Spiro
