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Zingoleb:
I just got a glass out of the cupboard and started to pour a glass of strawberry drink into it without realizing I was holding it upside down.

I feel so special right now.

Boro_Bandito:
Hey thread, just got back from a party at a friend's house where my younger brother was once again cock-blocked by his own drinking habits, meaning I had to carry him to the car and drive him home rather than have good times with a cute girl that I met there, so I don't feel to sorry for him. Not to make this something worth going in the Relationship thread because I rather think he needs to work out his own problems but I don't think he's actually going to get anywhere with this girl since she's been stringing him along while having a boyfriend that she doesn't seem to be breaking up with, so I'm left with a lovestruck sibling that I don't know how to break the news to, le sigh.

The party was nice for me though, there is a distinct lack of my person in the drunk thread typing illegibly this time around, despite the high volume of alcohol consumed earlier in the night. Does this point towards an early path into alcoholism? I hope not. Anyway, water, then bed.

Patrick:

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Thanks! It's at Target. Target and I don't agree on the whole "homosexual rights" issue, but hopefully we will agree on the "Patrick shouldn't continue losing weight at a discomforting pace" issue. :D

Currently very drunk. Listening to "Somebody That I Used To Know" by Elliott Smith. I've listened to this song more than I care to admit over the last two months. All over the same person. "So if I seem a little out of it, sorry." Story of my life, man. And especially since I met the girl I've had all my drama with during the time I've been listening to this song with such a religious devotion. I feel like such an idiot for investing so much emotionally into another person. Especially when I met them as a complete stranger, and even more because of the fact that I invested so much for so little in return. And even more-er because not a single good thing has come from it, except maybe the realization that I am incapable of being in a relationship. Let alone with somebody just as hopeless as I am.

Best part: knowing that neither of us are as hopeless as I feel like we are, we're just so lacking in hope for ourselves that we submit to whatever the current status quo is. Never aspiring to anything better, never wanting to improve for fear of leaving the other behind and losing them. When really we'd both be better off recognizing the potential each of us has separately before ever pursuing another committed relationship. How can anybody commit to a person who doesn't know what the fuck they want, let alone two people in that very position trying to commit to somebody who is liable to do a complete 180-degree turn at the flip of a lightswitch? It's a recipe for disaster.

I'm learning. Slowly. Agonizingly slowly. God how ashamed I am of it. I'm drunk enough to admit it to you guys now, sober enough to spell it properly, and sad enough to feel like I have nowhere else to talk about it. I really don't know what I'm going to do with myself. I've gone from seriously considering suicide to moments of overwhelming hope for my ability to deal with things better in the future. Scattered between are feelings like I am truly going to make something of myself through all of this, but immediately adjacent are feelings of "Yeah, but how the fuck are you gonna pull it off?" And when I'm sober, it all becomes a jumbled mess again.

God I'm a fucking mess. I desperately want to fix myself, but have no idea how to go about it. And I have no idea what my goals are. Combine it with my overwhelming self-hatred, self-doubt, and inability to cope with new situations, and you've got me in a nutshell.

nobo:

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Anyone else quit smoking and immediately gain weight?

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20 lbs almost overnight when I quit smoking. It was really over the course of a month or two but it was pretty terrible, stretch marks and all.

A Wet Helmet:
All told, I gained about 35 pounds over the course of about 2.5 years after I quit.  It wasn't totally dramatic, but I just never stopped gaining.   I kind of assumed it would stop increasing and eventually go back to normal, which is why it took me so long to actually do something about it.  It's all off now, but it took me dramatically changing my diet and starting a serious exercise routine to get rid of it.   

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