Some people have been depressed for so long they've become good at it.
It has become their identity.
"How are you feeling today?"
"Oh not so bad"
Motherfucker keep those negative vibes for you.
It has become their identity.
"How are you feeling today?"
"Oh not so bad"
Motherfucker keep those negative vibes for you.
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Clarification:
That specific answer implies a habit of feeling down.
Something like "I got some problems to solve" is a more adequate and fitting answer
Acknowledge that what is hindering your happiness is temporary and circumstantial.
Accepting feeling down as part of your lifestyle is simply wrong.
Careful how you express your discomfort.
Your subconscious picks it up.
Every time.
That specific answer implies a habit of feeling down.
Something like "I got some problems to solve" is a more adequate and fitting answer
Acknowledge that what is hindering your happiness is temporary and circumstantial.
Accepting feeling down as part of your lifestyle is simply wrong.
Careful how you express your discomfort.
Your subconscious picks it up.
Every time.
Life Mistakes I've Witnessed
Part 1: Trying to fit
Back when I was 16, I used to play poker almost on a daily basis.
A clandestine table we used to organize in the backroom of a coffeeshop.
Everyone there was around my age, we knew each other for a while and were all already playing poker for some time.
There was this new guy that was starting to hang out with us. He had zero clue of what poker was yet wanted to start playing at all costs.
Let's call him A, for simplicity.
Given that he was a year younger than us and had zero experience, we all thought it letting him play would be stealing his money.
We kept refusing him.
Paradoxically, it just made him even more eager to play.
He started stalking some of us and begged people to take him to the table just to watch so that "he can learn".
After some time, he managed to come with one of the guys and started coming often although he didn't play.
Yet.
At this stage, A didn't smoke or drink.
He was part of the high school soccer team and was pretty athletic.
By coming often to the poker games; which was held in a small room with a very little window and where everyone smoked (pot).
A started to get high every time he came (a lot of smoke does that for people who never smoked before).
Day after day, he tried smoking and even started to bring his own tobacco and pot.
It only took him a month to start smoking.
He probably thought at the time that if he just did like everyone else, maybe he'll get a chance to play.
Funny thing is that during this whole period, what A was focusing on is becoming more like the people around him.
He never started learning poker or watching the hands played.
How could he? He was always high?
Fast forward, a few months later.
A starts playing poker, keeps losing his money (he never really learned) and is now addicted to cannabis.
At some point, he just became a regular.
You know that type of guy who are always at the same place.
The poker games became his home.
He wanted to get his money back.
Little did he know that everyone saw him as a prey at a table.
People (outside our group) started calling him for poker games as he was an easy player, he would lose 99% of the time.
One year after the start of all of this, A started missing class to play games to get high.
He got kicked out from the soccer team and would soon see himself kicked out from the school.
Question is, how did this happen to him but not to the others?
Simple.
He tried to please everyone and become everyone's friend.
So whenever someone was organizing a poker table, he was ready to skip class to play even though he lost most of the time.
Throughout the years, A and I became closer. And I couldn't help but notice every time we met that his addictions for gambling and cannabis were both getting more and more serious.
What initially was an effort to fit it, became his new identity.
Today, a decade later, all of us have stopped gambling, most of us have stopped smoking.
Except A.
He has become addicted to gambling (not just poker) and smokes like he's snoop dogg.
It's fun and sad to notice how someone inherits his vices from other people.
People who have even tried to keep him out of all of this.
Yet his need to fit and be appreciated redefined his life path.
What could have been an athletic smart guy is now a gambling pothead that does nothing else.
Part 1: Trying to fit
Back when I was 16, I used to play poker almost on a daily basis.
A clandestine table we used to organize in the backroom of a coffeeshop.
Everyone there was around my age, we knew each other for a while and were all already playing poker for some time.
There was this new guy that was starting to hang out with us. He had zero clue of what poker was yet wanted to start playing at all costs.
Let's call him A, for simplicity.
Given that he was a year younger than us and had zero experience, we all thought it letting him play would be stealing his money.
We kept refusing him.
Paradoxically, it just made him even more eager to play.
He started stalking some of us and begged people to take him to the table just to watch so that "he can learn".
After some time, he managed to come with one of the guys and started coming often although he didn't play.
Yet.
At this stage, A didn't smoke or drink.
He was part of the high school soccer team and was pretty athletic.
By coming often to the poker games; which was held in a small room with a very little window and where everyone smoked (pot).
A started to get high every time he came (a lot of smoke does that for people who never smoked before).
Day after day, he tried smoking and even started to bring his own tobacco and pot.
It only took him a month to start smoking.
He probably thought at the time that if he just did like everyone else, maybe he'll get a chance to play.
Funny thing is that during this whole period, what A was focusing on is becoming more like the people around him.
He never started learning poker or watching the hands played.
How could he? He was always high?
Fast forward, a few months later.
A starts playing poker, keeps losing his money (he never really learned) and is now addicted to cannabis.
At some point, he just became a regular.
You know that type of guy who are always at the same place.
The poker games became his home.
He wanted to get his money back.
Little did he know that everyone saw him as a prey at a table.
People (outside our group) started calling him for poker games as he was an easy player, he would lose 99% of the time.
One year after the start of all of this, A started missing class to play games to get high.
He got kicked out from the soccer team and would soon see himself kicked out from the school.
Question is, how did this happen to him but not to the others?
Simple.
He tried to please everyone and become everyone's friend.
So whenever someone was organizing a poker table, he was ready to skip class to play even though he lost most of the time.
Throughout the years, A and I became closer. And I couldn't help but notice every time we met that his addictions for gambling and cannabis were both getting more and more serious.
What initially was an effort to fit it, became his new identity.
Today, a decade later, all of us have stopped gambling, most of us have stopped smoking.
Except A.
He has become addicted to gambling (not just poker) and smokes like he's snoop dogg.
It's fun and sad to notice how someone inherits his vices from other people.
People who have even tried to keep him out of all of this.
Yet his need to fit and be appreciated redefined his life path.
What could have been an athletic smart guy is now a gambling pothead that does nothing else.
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Life Mistakes I've Witnessed
Part 2: Trusting Strangers
Back in 2014, I was friends with a guy who was very.. unique.
Let's call him S.
S was 195cm tall, a bit goofy and had long blonde curly hair. He looked like a gay surfer although he was straight and had never done surf.
There were 2 things about him:
-He was EXTREMELY extroverted.
-He was filthy rich.
His apartment was the place everyone would hang out and he had this habit of always inviting people over whenever he'd meet someone he knew.
One day, S decided at 1am that he would go out to get a walk. He was drunk and felt like going out to get some fresh air.
While outside, he met a guy and they started talking. They had a good laugh and, as usual, S invited him over.
Once back to the house, we all noticed how extremely weird his new friend was.
All. Except S.
Who was completely careless and was just enjoying his night.
That new guy spent less than 10min with us, he kept looking around the house which was suspicious.
Some friends who were there decided to keep a close eye on him but he left as soon as he noticed them.
During the course of the next few weeks, that guy would come over but would leave every time we were more than 2 people.
We barely got to know him while S was claiming that they were becoming good friends.
One day, S got back from University to his place and found the door open.
As he got in, he found out that his apartment was empty.
There was not much valuable stuff in his house.
His laptop, his TV, his money .. All gone
He got out of his building with the intent of going to the closest police station and report the burglary.
Downstairs, he met that new friend of his who was coming to his place.
They both went to the police station together.
He sticked around for a few days then completely disappeared.
As smart and shady as he was, he had given himself the best alibi ever by going to the police with S. Even though he didn't go inside, on in S' mind he couldn't have been robbed by the very guy that went there with him.
It was only a few months later that S would tell us that he had given the key to his house to that guy.
He only realized he got screwed over when the guy disappeared.
This whole story lasted less than 3 months.
3 months during which S had never known where the guy lived nor what his last name was.
He never went in the police station, he waited for him outside so even the police didn't have his ID.
S and that guy had zero friends in common and S had never met any of his friends nor had met anyone that knew him
As careless and goofy as he was, he just appreciated that person's vibe although everyone else was telling him that the guy looked shady.
The thing here is that some people are masters of the art of making people comfortable.
They find the right words, adopt the right attitude.
I believe it was no hazard that the guy would leave when the house would be crowded.
He was obviously trying to brainwash S when he was alone to ensure quicker results.
He rapidly saw S' goofiness and also noticed quickly how rich he was.
To this day, no one has ever heard of him again.
Careful who you trust and learn to pick up the signs that should put you off.
Part 2: Trusting Strangers
Back in 2014, I was friends with a guy who was very.. unique.
Let's call him S.
S was 195cm tall, a bit goofy and had long blonde curly hair. He looked like a gay surfer although he was straight and had never done surf.
There were 2 things about him:
-He was EXTREMELY extroverted.
-He was filthy rich.
His apartment was the place everyone would hang out and he had this habit of always inviting people over whenever he'd meet someone he knew.
One day, S decided at 1am that he would go out to get a walk. He was drunk and felt like going out to get some fresh air.
While outside, he met a guy and they started talking. They had a good laugh and, as usual, S invited him over.
Once back to the house, we all noticed how extremely weird his new friend was.
All. Except S.
Who was completely careless and was just enjoying his night.
That new guy spent less than 10min with us, he kept looking around the house which was suspicious.
Some friends who were there decided to keep a close eye on him but he left as soon as he noticed them.
During the course of the next few weeks, that guy would come over but would leave every time we were more than 2 people.
We barely got to know him while S was claiming that they were becoming good friends.
One day, S got back from University to his place and found the door open.
As he got in, he found out that his apartment was empty.
There was not much valuable stuff in his house.
His laptop, his TV, his money .. All gone
He got out of his building with the intent of going to the closest police station and report the burglary.
Downstairs, he met that new friend of his who was coming to his place.
They both went to the police station together.
He sticked around for a few days then completely disappeared.
As smart and shady as he was, he had given himself the best alibi ever by going to the police with S. Even though he didn't go inside, on in S' mind he couldn't have been robbed by the very guy that went there with him.
It was only a few months later that S would tell us that he had given the key to his house to that guy.
He only realized he got screwed over when the guy disappeared.
This whole story lasted less than 3 months.
3 months during which S had never known where the guy lived nor what his last name was.
He never went in the police station, he waited for him outside so even the police didn't have his ID.
S and that guy had zero friends in common and S had never met any of his friends nor had met anyone that knew him
As careless and goofy as he was, he just appreciated that person's vibe although everyone else was telling him that the guy looked shady.
The thing here is that some people are masters of the art of making people comfortable.
They find the right words, adopt the right attitude.
I believe it was no hazard that the guy would leave when the house would be crowded.
He was obviously trying to brainwash S when he was alone to ensure quicker results.
He rapidly saw S' goofiness and also noticed quickly how rich he was.
To this day, no one has ever heard of him again.
Careful who you trust and learn to pick up the signs that should put you off.
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Average fact checker vs self sufficiency graduate
The feeling of getting shit done is a life goal for me.
Especially when the shit I have to do is what I'm good at.
Damn I love my life
Especially when the shit I have to do is what I'm good at.
Damn I love my life
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AMA?
anonymous poll
Yes – 71
👍👍👍👍👍👍👍 99%
No – 1
▫️ 1%
👥 72 people voted so far.
anonymous poll
Yes – 71
👍👍👍👍👍👍👍 99%
No – 1
▫️ 1%
👥 72 people voted so far.
People getting mad at my tweets as if I was tweeting from their accounts lmaooo
Every time I meet someone that thinks they deserve respect just because they're older, I remember that this is not what I want to be.
If the main reason behind respecting you is being older, I got bad news. It's not respect but pity.
Nothing against old people.
It's just that not everyone deserves respect.
If the main reason behind respecting you is being older, I got bad news. It's not respect but pity.
Nothing against old people.
It's just that not everyone deserves respect.
What makes you standout?
Confidence.
Presence.
Take space around you, affect the atmosphere.
Don't be an energy consumer, be an energy source.
If you just let things happen, you're as useful as a white pencil.
Confidence.
Presence.
Take space around you, affect the atmosphere.
Don't be an energy consumer, be an energy source.
If you just let things happen, you're as useful as a white pencil.
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A person that loves themselves never thinks about why someone doesn't like them.
The ones who say "I'm so perfect, I don't get why you don't like me"
Are not narcissistic.
They're insecure.
They need external validation to confirm their ego.
Their ego doesn't confirm itself.
They're dependent on other people's opinion on them.
Because to them, it invalidates what they think of themselves.
Think about it.
If you truly love yourself, you understand that you're not made for everyone.
Loving yourself is about knowing yourself.
Not about seeking validation.
Every time you catch yourself affected by someone's thoughts of you, remember they're not you and they will never be. So they're irrelevant.
Once you can achieve this, you become completely free.
No one can judge you if you don't allow them to.
Their judgement is only meaningful if you let it affect you.
No hate.
No hard feelings.
Self-love.
That's it.
Pure and genuine self-love.
The ones who say "I'm so perfect, I don't get why you don't like me"
Are not narcissistic.
They're insecure.
They need external validation to confirm their ego.
Their ego doesn't confirm itself.
They're dependent on other people's opinion on them.
Because to them, it invalidates what they think of themselves.
Think about it.
If you truly love yourself, you understand that you're not made for everyone.
Loving yourself is about knowing yourself.
Not about seeking validation.
Every time you catch yourself affected by someone's thoughts of you, remember they're not you and they will never be. So they're irrelevant.
Once you can achieve this, you become completely free.
No one can judge you if you don't allow them to.
Their judgement is only meaningful if you let it affect you.
No hate.
No hard feelings.
Self-love.
That's it.
Pure and genuine self-love.
Forget.
That's it.
Forgiveness without forgetting is holding grudges.
It will:
1- Eat you inside out
2- Nurture a toxic relationship
Forget. Move on.
If you are going to forgive someone: forget what they did.
Don't keep reminding them of it.
Or else you're just doing harm to all parties, and mainly to yourself.
That's it.
Forgiveness without forgetting is holding grudges.
It will:
1- Eat you inside out
2- Nurture a toxic relationship
Forget. Move on.
If you are going to forgive someone: forget what they did.
Don't keep reminding them of it.
Or else you're just doing harm to all parties, and mainly to yourself.
Life Mistakes I've Witnessed:
Part 3: A Toxic Friendship
Before you read the following, here are a few things I want you to know:
- I'm the bad guy in this story.
- I acknowledge my past mistakes and have no shame talking about it.
- I don't give a fuck what you think.
It was back in 2015, I had a "best" friend.
A friend I fought for many times and went through lots of (mainly traumatizing) shit with him.
Him and I would be together almost all the time and we had this bad habit of doing cocaine regularly.
After a year of hanging out together, we became really close. This guy will certainly be in other parts of this series.
For simplicity let's call him K.
In July 2015, we had planned this trip.
I had invited my girlfriend at the time and she was going to bring a friend of hers.
19 year old me was excited af
We had decided to go by train as we booked an apartment near everything we would need.
The morning of the trip, K calls me to say he was yet to get the stuff and that he'd probably miss the train.
My only answer was:
"Don't come without it."
And I hang up.
The girls and I traveled and he was expected to join us the same night.
The thing was that K had called our dealer but he told him he had nothing left.
K spent the day with the dealer trying to find something.
And he did.
He finally took the train at 8pm and was supposed to arrive at midnight.
At midnight, K's father calls me to tell me to get out of the apartment and find a place to spend the night.
K got arrested by the police as he got down the train and was about to go to jail.
He had 7g of cocaine on him and would risk up to 10 years.
In all honesty, this is one of the moments where I felt the most powerless and coward.
I had forced my closest friend to take all the risks on his own while I made sure to be safe at all times.
He was about to get charged with drug traffic and there was nothing I could do about it.
I left the house, called a friend who was there and we spent the night with him.
The next morning, I left town, scared that he would blame everything on me.
He didn't.
He was charged with drug possession rather than drug traffic and was put under probation.
Now some of you might say that he was as responsible as I am.
But, years later, I've come to realize how much this person did just to remain close to me.
The reason he didn't get the drugs the night before was because I had left and he was supposed to go get it alone.
Which he ultimately did but didn't have the courage to tell me back then.
Too scared of what I might think of him if he ever appeared weak in front of me.
To be honest, I would have probably made fun of him at the time.
I however, do not regret what happened.
The ending was relatively light, his sentence was nowhere near what he was risking after all.
And it also taught me two things:
- Never go out of your way to please a friend
- Never let someone go out of their way to please you (if you really value them)
That being said:
Get away from drugs.
They will spoil your whole world.
Part 3: A Toxic Friendship
Before you read the following, here are a few things I want you to know:
- I'm the bad guy in this story.
- I acknowledge my past mistakes and have no shame talking about it.
- I don't give a fuck what you think.
It was back in 2015, I had a "best" friend.
A friend I fought for many times and went through lots of (mainly traumatizing) shit with him.
Him and I would be together almost all the time and we had this bad habit of doing cocaine regularly.
After a year of hanging out together, we became really close. This guy will certainly be in other parts of this series.
For simplicity let's call him K.
In July 2015, we had planned this trip.
I had invited my girlfriend at the time and she was going to bring a friend of hers.
19 year old me was excited af
We had decided to go by train as we booked an apartment near everything we would need.
The morning of the trip, K calls me to say he was yet to get the stuff and that he'd probably miss the train.
My only answer was:
"Don't come without it."
And I hang up.
The girls and I traveled and he was expected to join us the same night.
The thing was that K had called our dealer but he told him he had nothing left.
K spent the day with the dealer trying to find something.
And he did.
He finally took the train at 8pm and was supposed to arrive at midnight.
At midnight, K's father calls me to tell me to get out of the apartment and find a place to spend the night.
K got arrested by the police as he got down the train and was about to go to jail.
He had 7g of cocaine on him and would risk up to 10 years.
In all honesty, this is one of the moments where I felt the most powerless and coward.
I had forced my closest friend to take all the risks on his own while I made sure to be safe at all times.
He was about to get charged with drug traffic and there was nothing I could do about it.
I left the house, called a friend who was there and we spent the night with him.
The next morning, I left town, scared that he would blame everything on me.
He didn't.
He was charged with drug possession rather than drug traffic and was put under probation.
Now some of you might say that he was as responsible as I am.
But, years later, I've come to realize how much this person did just to remain close to me.
The reason he didn't get the drugs the night before was because I had left and he was supposed to go get it alone.
Which he ultimately did but didn't have the courage to tell me back then.
Too scared of what I might think of him if he ever appeared weak in front of me.
To be honest, I would have probably made fun of him at the time.
I however, do not regret what happened.
The ending was relatively light, his sentence was nowhere near what he was risking after all.
And it also taught me two things:
- Never go out of your way to please a friend
- Never let someone go out of their way to please you (if you really value them)
That being said:
Get away from drugs.
They will spoil your whole world.