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2017-09-25 12:41:06 AM  
Good for them.

And more for me.
 
2017-09-25 01:38:36 AM  
Yeah, remember all those wonderful utopias we dreamed of that really wouldn't be fun to live in? That's what we have created for our children. A demolition of all our dreams, man.
 
2017-09-25 01:40:01 AM  
WaPo can take their paywall, turn it sideways and shove it straight up their candy asses.
 
2017-09-25 01:40:45 AM  
The fact that fewer teens are drinking does not mean they are avoiding all mind-altering substances. Several of those interviewed said alcohol has been supplanted as the substance of choice by marijuana

Ah ha. You magnificent bastards.

/the kids are alright
 
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2017-09-25 01:42:19 AM  

Whatthefark: WaPo can take their paywall, turn it sideways and shove it straight up their candy asses.


Obviously you love great journalism... incognito tab in Chrome, if that is an option for you.  Same for NYT.
 
2017-09-25 01:43:36 AM  
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2017-09-25 01:46:08 AM  
One of few rites I did right. Only part I remember really well is pissing down my 20 foot drive way. Im pretty sure I had it all soaked down.

Good times.
 
2017-09-25 01:48:57 AM  

433: Whatthefark: WaPo can take their paywall, turn it sideways and shove it straight up their candy asses.

Obviously you love great journalism... incognito tab in Chrome, if that is an option for you.  Same for NYT.


Thank you. Have a flower

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2017-09-25 01:49:01 AM  

fusillade762: Good for them.

And more for me.


If I could have gotten girls on facebook in high-school I sure as shiat wouldn't have went to all those parties.
 
2017-09-25 01:53:43 AM  

Whatthefark: WaPo can take their paywall, turn it sideways and shove it straight up their candy asses.


And so can any modmin that greenlights this bullcocky.
 
2017-09-25 01:54:47 AM  
No, but I remember being a teenager and lying on surveys about my outside behavior.
 
2017-09-25 02:00:26 AM  
Absolute horseshiat lol
 
2017-09-25 02:00:40 AM  

mrparks: One of few rites I did right. Only part I remember really well is pissing down my 20 foot drive way. Im pretty sure I had it all soaked down.

Good times.


And this is why kids know to stay away from alcohol. Back in my day, when the whole party was drinking like it was the end of the world, most people would be having fun, a few people would be having meltdowns, and a handful of people would be making complete asses of themselves. Nevermind "sharing", none of it ever ended up even being recorded.
 
2017-09-25 02:04:36 AM  
That was never a deal for me or my friends, but we were hippies; not jocks.
 
2017-09-25 02:13:16 AM  
I didn't drink until I was 20.
 
2017-09-25 02:14:50 AM  

VoiceOfReason499: mrparks: One of few rites I did right. Only part I remember really well is pissing down my 20 foot drive way. Im pretty sure I had it all soaked down.

Good times.

And this is why kids know to stay away from alcohol. Back in my day, when the whole party was drinking like it was the end of the world, most people would be having fun, a few people would be having meltdowns, and a handful of people would be making complete asses of themselves. Nevermind "sharing", none of it ever ended up even being recorded.


Can we have a retard button, please?
 
2017-09-25 02:19:02 AM  

DaShredda: I didn't drink until I was 20.


So?
 
2017-09-25 02:21:06 AM  
So they found one sober 16yo, overlooked the fact that police prefer more profitable arrests (DUIs) and pretend it's a "thing".

/ alert the boys at Pulitzer
 
2017-09-25 02:27:00 AM  
On a more serious note... I ran with a group of friends who joked that it was our goal to become alcoholics when I was in college.  I guess I won, because I flunked out of college, joined the military, and got kicked out because I failed alcohol rehab.  I'm 43 years old, lost my job, about to lose my car, will lose my house by Christmas, and it's all because of alcohol. Don't believe me just shoot me an email and I'll give you my address and show you the thousands of empty bottles I've got stacked up because I'm too ashamed to let the trash men know just how much I drink.

Don't try to help me because at this point I don't care.  I gave my dogs to my parents so they have decent people to live with.

Typically I wake up at my desk and finish off a warm flat beer if I can afford it.  More nights than most I pass out in front of my computer, feet propped up on a guest bed so my feet don't swell too much, then when I wake I stumble (sometimes crawl) up the stairs to my bed. Last night I woke up on the steps leading to my basement.  Well, I say last night, because I think it was closer to 8:30 in the morning, but  have no idea when I made my way to those steps.  I just woke up there, then made my way to bed and slept til well after noon.

When I woke, rather than coffee I grabbed a beer.  When that beer was gone, I poured a glass halfway with vodka, filled the rest with diet cranberry juice (gotta watch the carbs according to my doc) and now at 2:04 am I'm on what, glass 8, maybe 9?  Still relatively coherent, but smart enough not to drive a car. Could go on a beer run if I run out of alcohol, but I plan ahead and make sure I  have enough.  I might run out of vodka tonight, but if I do I have beer.  If I run out of beer I have wine, but I hate wine.  Still if I can't get drunk enough to sleep, I'll drink the wine, then fight off the hangover with more wine in the morning until the liquor store opens at 10:00 and start over again.

Cycle of life, I guess.

I'm not posting this because I'm seeking help, please don't get me wrong.  I know that with my alcoholism and my other medical conditions I could drop dead at any moment.  I really don't care.  That's why I gave my dogs to my parents, because I want them to be a part of a family. I honestly rarely speak to my parents at this point. I haven't spoken to my siblings in months. It goes with the disease and I've chosen to give in to the disease.

I know I'll die an early death, I just don't care.  I'll turn 44 next month, which is 5 years longer than I expected to live.  If you ask me, 5 years too much.  Yeah, I'd rather die, but I'm too chicken-shiat to kill myself.  Could never figure out a totally painless way to do it where I wouldn't panic, so I figure if I drink myself to death it'll be somewhat natural, but if I'm drunk enough it'll also be painless. It might work, it might not, but when you're drunk, who cares.

I don't, so why should anybody else, and don't give me that I love you bullshiat from family because honestly, they quit caring decades ago and at this point they'd be glad to have me gone and just accept the life insurance payout.
 
2017-09-25 02:32:41 AM  

VoiceOfReason499: mrparks: One of few rites I did right. Only part I remember really well is pissing down my 20 foot drive way. Im pretty sure I had it all soaked down.

Good times.

And this is why kids know to stay away from alcohol. Back in my day, when the whole party was drinking like it was the end of the world, most people would be having fun, a few people would be having meltdowns, and a handful of people would be making complete asses of themselves. Nevermind "sharing", none of it ever ended up even being recorded.


Great point.  Ubiquitous casual surveillance is altering the behavior of teenagers.
 
2017-09-25 02:35:42 AM  

Lipo: On a more serious note... I ran with a group of friends who joked that it was our goal to become alcoholics when I was in college.  I guess I won, because I flunked out of college, joined the military, and got kicked out because I failed alcohol rehab.  I'm 43 years old, lost my job, about to lose my car, will lose my house by Christmas, and it's all because of alcohol. Don't believe me just shoot me an email and I'll give you my address and show you the thousands of empty bottles I've got stacked up because I'm too ashamed to let the trash men know just how much I drink.

Don't try to help me because at this point I don't care.  I gave my dogs to my parents so they have decent people to live with.

Typically I wake up at my desk and finish off a warm flat beer if I can afford it.  More nights than most I pass out in front of my computer, feet propped up on a guest bed so my feet don't swell too much, then when I wake I stumble (sometimes crawl) up the stairs to my bed. Last night I woke up on the steps leading to my basement.  Well, I say last night, because I think it was closer to 8:30 in the morning, but  have no idea when I made my way to those steps.  I just woke up there, then made my way to bed and slept til well after noon.

When I woke, rather than coffee I grabbed a beer.  When that beer was gone, I poured a glass halfway with vodka, filled the rest with diet cranberry juice (gotta watch the carbs according to my doc) and now at 2:04 am I'm on what, glass 8, maybe 9?  Still relatively coherent, but smart enough not to drive a car. Could go on a beer run if I run out of alcohol, but I plan ahead and make sure I  have enough.  I might run out of vodka tonight, but if I do I have beer.  If I run out of beer I have wine, but I hate wine.  Still if I can't get drunk enough to sleep, I'll drink the wine, then fight off the hangover with more wine in the morning until the liquor store opens at 10:00 and start over again.

Cycle of life, I guess.

I'm not posting this because I'm seeking help, please don't get me wrong.  I know that with my alcoholism and my other medical conditions I could drop dead at any moment.  I really don't care.  That's why I gave my dogs to my parents, because I want them to be a part of a family. I honestly rarely speak to my parents at this point. I haven't spoken to my siblings in months. It goes with the disease and I've chosen to give in to the disease.

I know I'll die an early death, I just don't care.  I'll turn 44 next month, which is 5 years longer than I expected to live.  If you ask me, 5 years too much.  Yeah, I'd rather die, but I'm too chicken-shiat to kill myself.  Could never figure out a totally painless way to do it where I wouldn't panic, so I figure if I drink myself to death it'll be somewhat natural, but if I'm drunk enough it'll also be painless. It might work, it might not, but when you're drunk, who cares.

I don't, so why should anybody else, and don't give me that I love you bullshiat from family because honestly, they quit caring decades ago and at this point they'd be glad to have me gone and just accept the life insurance payout.


Your grammar, spelling, and punctuation are excellent for someone perpetually 3 sheets to the wind... at least you have that.
 
2017-09-25 02:41:49 AM  

VoiceOfReason499: mrparks: One of few rites I did right. Only part I remember really well is pissing down my 20 foot drive way. Im pretty sure I had it all soaked down.

Good times.

And this is why kids know to stay away from alcohol. Back in my day, when the whole party was drinking like it was the end of the world, most people would be having fun, a few people would be having meltdowns, and a handful of people would be making complete asses of themselves. Nevermind "sharing", none of it ever ended up even being recorded.


Good lawd, I didn't pee in front of people. I'm so shy I use the handicap stall whenever possible. It was a good night, and an epic stream.

I walked three blocks home, then took a piss down the drive way
because I got locked out of the house.
 
2017-09-25 02:53:17 AM  

backhand.slap.of.reason: Your grammar, spelling, and punctuation are excellent for someone perpetually 3 sheets to the wind... at least you have that.


I never said I don't have pride nor that I'm uneducated. I hope you meant that as a compliment, and assuming you did, I hope others will realize that alcoholism has nothing to do with social class or education.  I have both pride and education, I just simply quit caring for myself. It doesn't mean I don't care about others and is honestly the only reason I haven't eaten a bullet yet. But I'm also cognizant enough to know it's only a matter of time until my health takes its own course or I simply give up.  I have no shame about saying that. I'm just being honest and hoping it stops someone else from taking the path I'm currently on. I know the consequences, I just know I can't avoid them at this point in my life.
 
2017-09-25 02:57:00 AM  

Lipo: On a more serious note... I ran with a group of friends who joked that it was our goal to become alcoholics when I was in college.  I guess I won, because I flunked out of college, joined the military, and got kicked out because I failed alcohol rehab.  I'm 43 years old, lost my job, about to lose my car, will lose my house by Christmas, and it's all because of alcohol. Don't believe me just shoot me an email and I'll give you my address and show you the thousands of empty bottles I've got stacked up because I'm too ashamed to let the trash men know just how much I drink.

Don't try to help me because at this point I don't care.  I gave my dogs to my parents so they have decent people to live with.

Typically I wake up at my desk and finish off a warm flat beer if I can afford it.  More nights than most I pass out in front of my computer, feet propped up on a guest bed so my feet don't swell too much, then when I wake I stumble (sometimes crawl) up the stairs to my bed. Last night I woke up on the steps leading to my basement.  Well, I say last night, because I think it was closer to 8:30 in the morning, but  have no idea when I made my way to those steps.  I just woke up there, then made my way to bed and slept til well after noon.

When I woke, rather than coffee I grabbed a beer.  When that beer was gone, I poured a glass halfway with vodka, filled the rest with diet cranberry juice (gotta watch the carbs according to my doc) and now at 2:04 am I'm on what, glass 8, maybe 9?  Still relatively coherent, but smart enough not to drive a car. Could go on a beer run if I run out of alcohol, but I plan ahead and make sure I  have enough.  I might run out of vodka tonight, but if I do I have beer.  If I run out of beer I have wine, but I hate wine.  Still if I can't get drunk enough to sleep, I'll drink the wine, then fight off the hangover with more wine in the morning until the liquor store opens at 10:00 and start over again.

Cycle of life, I guess.

I'm not posting this because I'm seeking help, please don't get me wrong.  I know that with my alcoholism and my other medical conditions I could drop dead at any moment.  I really don't care.  That's why I gave my dogs to my parents, because I want them to be a part of a family. I honestly rarely speak to my parents at this point. I haven't spoken to my siblings in months. It goes with the disease and I've chosen to give in to the disease.

I know I'll die an early death, I just don't care.  I'll turn 44 next month, which is 5 years longer than I expected to live.  If you ask me, 5 years too much.  Yeah, I'd rather die, but I'm too chicken-shiat to kill myself.  Could never figure out a totally painless way to do it where I wouldn't panic, so I figure if I drink myself to death it'll be somewhat natural, but if I'm drunk enough it'll also be painless. It might work, it might not, but when you're drunk, who cares.

I don't, so why should anybody else, and don't give me that I love you bullshiat from family because honestly, they quit caring decades ago and at this point they'd be glad to have me gone and just accept the life insurance payout.


That was a brutally honest account of what is something so harsh that haunts you: I am replying because I see this in me also. I would like to say that your life isn't driven by alcohol - but I don't know you, and won't presume to understand what you are going through. What I will say is I as another random on the internet, I hear you pain, and I genuinely hope you find peace: everyone deserves that. The fact you spent such time to type out your thought to says so much. Fare you well my friend.
 
2017-09-25 03:01:45 AM  
I didn't have a drop of alcohol until my 21st birthday.

I worked for a large personal safety products co. as the telecom/Windows NT server guy. Co-workers, knowing I'd never been wasted, took me to someplace like Applebee's or Chili's or whatever was in the nearby corporate center feeding area and got me totally knackered.

And then right as I was about to go home and party with friends a server blew up and I stayed at work until 3am running a restore from tape... while still somewhat buzzed.

Fun times. Kids don't know what they're missing.
 
2017-09-25 03:03:27 AM  

Lipo: I ran with a group of friends who joked that it was our goal to become alcoholics when I was in college.  I guess I won...

Way

too close to looking in a mirror, neighbor. :-(

I hope you find peace.
 
2017-09-25 03:04:44 AM  
And then I read Lipo's story and... party's over, everyone go home.
 
2017-09-25 03:05:05 AM  

RottNDude: And then right as I was about to go home and party with friends a server blew up and I stayed at work until 3am running a restore from tape... while still somewhat buzzed.

Fun times. Kids don't know what they're missing.


"If you can still type your password, you're sober enough to be 'root'."
 
2017-09-25 03:07:11 AM  

Lipo: On a more serious note... I ran with a group of friends who joked that it was our goal to become alcoholics when I was in college.  I guess I won, ...


My brother drank himself to death. It was about 2 days of serious pain from pancreatitis; liver disease and cancer also hurt pretty bad, so no it probably won't be painless for you either. But, he did sign his organ donor card. His eyes helped a guy see his kids again for the first time in over a decade, and his grandkids for the first time ever. You want to make your choice, fine. But please be sure to donate what you don't appreciate having for yourself.
 
2017-09-25 03:18:17 AM  

Lipo: backhand.slap.of.reason: Your grammar, spelling, and punctuation are excellent for someone perpetually 3 sheets to the wind... at least you have that.

I never said I don't have pride nor that I'm uneducated. I hope you meant that as a compliment, and assuming you did, I hope others will realize that alcoholism has nothing to do with social class or education.  I have both pride and education, I just simply quit caring for myself. It doesn't mean I don't care about others and is honestly the only reason I haven't eaten a bullet yet. But I'm also cognizant enough to know it's only a matter of time until my health takes its own course or I simply give up.  I have no shame about saying that. I'm just being honest and hoping it stops someone else from taking the path I'm currently on. I know the consequences, I just know I can't avoid them at this point in my life.


Pardon the question...

You mentioned you're afraid what the garbage man will think about all the bottles you've stashed but you're extraordinarily open with a bunch ofarkinda) strangers... just curious why you chose the specific boundaries you have as far as your ego is concerned...
 
2017-09-25 03:20:47 AM  
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"Charlie Wash, 17, a defensive end on Woodrow Wilson High School's varsity football team, says he doesn't need alcohol to have fun"

Judging by the state of his attire, I have serious reservations about Charlie's disavowal of the joys of alcohol.
 
2017-09-25 03:25:59 AM  

RottNDude: Lipo: backhand.slap.of.reason: Your grammar, spelling, and punctuation are excellent for someone perpetually 3 sheets to the wind... at least you have that.

I never said I don't have pride nor that I'm uneducated. I hope you meant that as a compliment, and assuming you did, I hope others will realize that alcoholism has nothing to do with social class or education.  I have both pride and education, I just simply quit caring for myself. It doesn't mean I don't care about others and is honestly the only reason I haven't eaten a bullet yet. But I'm also cognizant enough to know it's only a matter of time until my health takes its own course or I simply give up.  I have no shame about saying that. I'm just being honest and hoping it stops someone else from taking the path I'm currently on. I know the consequences, I just know I can't avoid them at this point in my life.

Pardon the question...

You mentioned you're afraid what the garbage man will think about all the bottles you've stashed but you're extraordinarily open with a bunch ofarkinda) strangers... just curious why you chose the specific boundaries you have as far as your ego is concerned...


I think it's because the internet doesn't know where you live. There is a difference between catharsis and neighbourhood.
 
2017-09-25 03:36:09 AM  

Duncan1972: RottNDude: Lipo: backhand.slap.of.reason: Your grammar, spelling, and punctuation are excellent for someone perpetually 3 sheets to the wind... at least you have that.

I never said I don't have pride nor that I'm uneducated. I hope you meant that as a compliment, and assuming you did, I hope others will realize that alcoholism has nothing to do with social class or education.  I have both pride and education, I just simply quit caring for myself. It doesn't mean I don't care about others and is honestly the only reason I haven't eaten a bullet yet. But I'm also cognizant enough to know it's only a matter of time until my health takes its own course or I simply give up.  I have no shame about saying that. I'm just being honest and hoping it stops someone else from taking the path I'm currently on. I know the consequences, I just know I can't avoid them at this point in my life.

Pardon the question...

You mentioned you're afraid what the garbage man will think about all the bottles you've stashed but you're extraordinarily open with a bunch ofarkinda) strangers... just curious why you chose the specific boundaries you have as far as your ego is concerned...

I think it's because the internet doesn't know where you live. There is a difference between catharsis and neighbourhood.


I hear ya... I guess where I live I drag the recycle bin to the end of the driveway and never see the people who pick it up.

When I used to drink a LOT of beer, the noise all of the glass bottles the bin made when the robotic arm tipped in into the truck could be heard down the street. And I suppose I thought about that once or twice, but I also have neighbors whose boyfriend got tweaked out and cut up all his girlfriends clothes with scissors. You could hear that  freak out a mile away.
 
2017-09-25 03:39:35 AM  

RottNDude: Lipo: backhand.slap.of.reason: Your grammar, spelling, and punctuation are excellent for someone perpetually 3 sheets to the wind... at least you have that.

I never said I don't have pride nor that I'm uneducated. I hope you meant that as a compliment, and assuming you did, I hope others will realize that alcoholism has nothing to do with social class or education.  I have both pride and education, I just simply quit caring for myself. It doesn't mean I don't care about others and is honestly the only reason I haven't eaten a bullet yet. But I'm also cognizant enough to know it's only a matter of time until my health takes its own course or I simply give up.  I have no shame about saying that. I'm just being honest and hoping it stops someone else from taking the path I'm currently on. I know the consequences, I just know I can't avoid them at this point in my life.

Pardon the question...

You mentioned you're afraid what the garbage man will think about all the bottles you've stashed but you're extraordinarily open with a bunch ofarkinda) strangers... just curious why you chose the specific boundaries you have as far as your ego is concerned...


I'm relatively anonymous here, and I'm hoping that even if someone here finds my identity (which is doubtful) my family won't find out or realize the extent of my problem.  I live in a fairly small town. My garbage man may be a patient of my mother.  It would be easy for him to say "Hey, I just collected a dozen empty vodka bottles from you son's house this morning" and then holy fark the shiatstorm I'd have to go through.  So I hoard, and every few months I fill the bed of my truck with empty bottles and take them to the dump, in black trash bags, and pay the $4 or so it costs me to dump household waste.

It's really just paranoia because I don't want my family to intervene.  If I wanted help, I'd ask them. But I don't want help.  If my family knew, I'd feel obligated to make myself even more miserable so that they feel better, and that's not something I can deal with.  So I hide everything that I can, even from the garbage man.

Talking about it here... doesn't matter.  None of you know who I am.
 
2017-09-25 03:41:55 AM  

Duncan1972: RottNDude: Lipo: backhand.slap.of.reason: Your grammar, spelling, and punctuation are excellent for someone perpetually 3 sheets to the wind... at least you have that.

I never said I don't have pride nor that I'm uneducated. I hope you meant that as a compliment, and assuming you did, I hope others will realize that alcoholism has nothing to do with social class or education.  I have both pride and education, I just simply quit caring for myself. It doesn't mean I don't care about others and is honestly the only reason I haven't eaten a bullet yet. But I'm also cognizant enough to know it's only a matter of time until my health takes its own course or I simply give up.  I have no shame about saying that. I'm just being honest and hoping it stops someone else from taking the path I'm currently on. I know the consequences, I just know I can't avoid them at this point in my life.

Pardon the question...

You mentioned you're afraid what the garbage man will think about all the bottles you've stashed but you're extraordinarily open with a bunch ofarkinda) strangers... just curious why you chose the specific boundaries you have as far as your ego is concerned...

I think it's because the internet doesn't know where you live. There is a difference between catharsis and neighbourhood.


This, I can't speak for Lipo but when I was going through  1.75 liter bottle a day I couldn't bring myself to fill the recycle bin every week so as to let the neighborhood know what I was up to.

I can't say jack sweet shiat about alcoholism. I'm sure many of you have me farkied as a drunk. I can't say jack sweet anything about trying to get help for booze, or any other mental issues/illnesses because I've turned down the opportunity many a time to deal with the consequences of my actions on my own.
That's why I'm sitting in a hospital right now, with over 40 stitches in my left wrist.  Well, that and someone found me after I laid in the woods and bled for two days.

As I said, I can't say a thing about seeking help and dealing with problems. For those of you who do need help, and most importantly, will accept it (because I feel accepting help is the hardest) please do so, at your own place and time. Al Annon, rehab, counseling, whatever works, if you are in pain you already know the resources available to you.

All I can say is drinking yourself to death takes a long time, don't drive anywhere if you do so, and if you really want to die slitting your wrists is a hard and shiatty way to go. Use a car exhaust or a gun. Or just talk to someone, because sitting in a hospital bed under watch is really embarrassing.
 
2017-09-25 03:45:13 AM  

darrenhusz: As I said, I can't say a thing about seeking help and dealing with problems. For those of you who do need help, and most importantly, will accept it (because I feel accepting help is the hardest) please do so, at your own place and time. Al Annon, rehab, counseling, whatever works, if you are in pain you already know the resources available to you.


Please take that "+1 Smart" as the equivalent of a fark.com hug.

I hope you find a way out of your darkness.
 
2017-09-25 03:50:40 AM  

RottNDude: Duncan1972: RottNDude: Lipo: backhand.slap.of.reason: Your grammar, spelling, and punctuation are excellent for someone perpetually 3 sheets to the wind... at least you have that.

I never said I don't have pride nor that I'm uneducated. I hope you meant that as a compliment, and assuming you did, I hope others will realize that alcoholism has nothing to do with social class or education.  I have both pride and education, I just simply quit caring for myself. It doesn't mean I don't care about others and is honestly the only reason I haven't eaten a bullet yet. But I'm also cognizant enough to know it's only a matter of time until my health takes its own course or I simply give up.  I have no shame about saying that. I'm just being honest and hoping it stops someone else from taking the path I'm currently on. I know the consequences, I just know I can't avoid them at this point in my life.

Pardon the question...

You mentioned you're afraid what the garbage man will think about all the bottles you've stashed but you're extraordinarily open with a bunch ofarkinda) strangers... just curious why you chose the specific boundaries you have as far as your ego is concerned...

I think it's because the internet doesn't know where you live. There is a difference between catharsis and neighbourhood.

I hear ya... I guess where I live I drag the recycle bin to the end of the driveway and never see the people who pick it up.

When I used to drink a LOT of beer, the noise all of the glass bottles the bin made when the robotic arm tipped in into the truck could be heard down the street. And I suppose I thought about that once or twice, but I also have neighbors whose boyfriend got tweaked out and cut up all his girlfriends clothes with scissors. You could hear that  freak out a mile away.


I cycle 2 miles to a different village, often at stupid o'clock - just to avoid  >that-< association. There isn't a glass recycling bin here, but I'm not going to let my weakness trump my ethics. Typed out, I can see the dumbness of it all - I do have some principals 🙂
 
2017-09-25 03:50:46 AM  

RottNDude: Duncan1972: RottNDude: Lipo: backhand.slap.of.reason: Your grammar, spelling, and punctuation are excellent for someone perpetually 3 sheets to the wind... at least you have that.

I never said I don't have pride nor that I'm uneducated. I hope you meant that as a compliment, and assuming you did, I hope others will realize that alcoholism has nothing to do with social class or education.  I have both pride and education, I just simply quit caring for myself. It doesn't mean I don't care about others and is honestly the only reason I haven't eaten a bullet yet. But I'm also cognizant enough to know it's only a matter of time until my health takes its own course or I simply give up.  I have no shame about saying that. I'm just being honest and hoping it stops someone else from taking the path I'm currently on. I know the consequences, I just know I can't avoid them at this point in my life.

Pardon the question...

You mentioned you're afraid what the garbage man will think about all the bottles you've stashed but you're extraordinarily open with a bunch ofarkinda) strangers... just curious why you chose the specific boundaries you have as far as your ego is concerned...

I think it's because the internet doesn't know where you live. There is a difference between catharsis and neighbourhood.

I hear ya... I guess where I live I drag the recycle bin to the end of the driveway and never see the people who pick it up.

When I used to drink a LOT of beer, the noise all of the glass bottles the bin made when the robotic arm tipped in into the truck could be heard down the street. And I suppose I thought about that once or twice, but I also have neighbors whose boyfriend got tweaked out and cut up all his girlfriends clothes with scissors. You could hear that  freak out a mile away.


My broomba and I drink so much to where the lift arm on the garbage truck will struggle and whine trying to heave our bin full of bottles up into the receptacle. It's literally difficult to drag it to the curb, and the wheels are slightly bowed. Once the bin starts to tip just over the edge, the echoing cacophony of glass pouring into the truck can be heard across the entire neighborhood. Unfortunately, everyone can hear the loud clink of bottles I've thrown away in the morning, even trying to be quiet.

Alcoholism is fun.
 
2017-09-25 03:59:53 AM  

Lipo: RottNDude: Lipo: backhand.slap.of.reason: Your grammar, spelling, and punctuation are excellent for someone perpetually 3 sheets to the wind... at least you have that.

I never said I don't have pride nor that I'm uneducated. I hope you meant that as a compliment, and assuming you did, I hope others will realize that alcoholism has nothing to do with social class or education.  I have both pride and education, I just simply quit caring for myself. It doesn't mean I don't care about others and is honestly the only reason I haven't eaten a bullet yet. But I'm also cognizant enough to know it's only a matter of time until my health takes its own course or I simply give up.  I have no shame about saying that. I'm just being honest and hoping it stops someone else from taking the path I'm currently on. I know the consequences, I just know I can't avoid them at this point in my life.

Pardon the question...

You mentioned you're afraid what the garbage man will think about all the bottles you've stashed but you're extraordinarily open with a bunch ofarkinda) strangers... just curious why you chose the specific boundaries you have as far as your ego is concerned...

I'm relatively anonymous here, and I'm hoping that even if someone here finds my identity (which is doubtful) my family won't find out or realize the extent of my problem.  I live in a fairly small town. My garbage man may be a patient of my mother.  It would be easy for him to say "Hey, I just collected a dozen empty vodka bottles from you son's house this morning" and then holy fark the shiatstorm I'd have to go through.  So I hoard, and every few months I fill the bed of my truck with empty bottles and take them to the dump, in black trash bags, and pay the $4 or so it costs me to dump household waste.

It's really just paranoia because I don't want my family to intervene.  If I wanted help, I'd ask them. But I don't want help.  If my family knew, I'd feel obligated to make myself even more miserable so that they feel better, and that's not something I can deal with.  So I hide everything that I can, even from the garbage man.

Talking about it here... doesn't matter.  None of you know who I am.


Very fair.  Appreciate your openness and while I can't relate to the small town "garbage man knows your parents" thing, I've visited enough friends in places just like that to know how the gossip spreads. It's like a real life soap opera, and I was amazed at how much shiat people knew about (and tried to find out) about everyone else.

So... another question then.  Your parents find out... you go through "hell" as you put it.  What kind of hell do you think they're going to go through when you either die at home and they find all of it anyway, or get to the point where you're hospitalized and they, again, find out anyway?  It's hell for anyone no matter how it goes.

I'm a suicide survivor. It was not pretty. It involved HAZMAT, police, fire engines, and getting hosed off bare ass naked on my front lawn in full view of all the the neighbors who wandered outside to see what the hell was going on. Showing my face there again after being on the news was more difficult than the nearly successful attempt at taking myself out. To this day I'm still dealing with the effects of what I did to myself. And so is everyone around me.

I wish I had an answer for you.  I don't.  But I hope my experience gives you something to consider. People will find out one way or another.  And they'll get over it.  They did with me.  I'm still loved.
 
2017-09-25 04:02:41 AM  

NevynFox: RottNDude: Duncan1972: RottNDude: Lipo: backhand.slap.of.reason: Your grammar, spelling, and punctuation are excellent for someone perpetually 3 sheets to the wind... at least you have that.

I never said I don't have pride nor that I'm uneducated. I hope you meant that as a compliment, and assuming you did, I hope others will realize that alcoholism has nothing to do with social class or education.  I have both pride and education, I just simply quit caring for myself. It doesn't mean I don't care about others and is honestly the only reason I haven't eaten a bullet yet. But I'm also cognizant enough to know it's only a matter of time until my health takes its own course or I simply give up.  I have no shame about saying that. I'm just being honest and hoping it stops someone else from taking the path I'm currently on. I know the consequences, I just know I can't avoid them at this point in my life.

Pardon the question...

You mentioned you're afraid what the garbage man will think about all the bottles you've stashed but you're extraordinarily open with a bunch ofarkinda) strangers... just curious why you chose the specific boundaries you have as far as your ego is concerned...

I think it's because the internet doesn't know where you live. There is a difference between catharsis and neighbourhood.

I hear ya... I guess where I live I drag the recycle bin to the end of the driveway and never see the people who pick it up.

When I used to drink a LOT of beer, the noise all of the glass bottles the bin made when the robotic arm tipped in into the truck could be heard down the street. And I suppose I thought about that once or twice, but I also have neighbors whose boyfriend got tweaked out and cut up all his girlfriends clothes with scissors. You could hear that  freak out a mile away.

My broomba and I drink so much to where the lift arm on the garbage truck will struggle and whine trying to heave our bin full of bottles up into the receptacle. It's literally difficult to drag it to the curb, and the wheels are slightly bowed. Once the bin starts to tip just over the edge, the echoing cacophony of glass pouring into the truck can be heard across the entire neighborhood. Unfortunately, everyone can hear the loud clink of bottles I've thrown away in the morning, even trying to be quiet.

Alcoholism is fun.


I shouldn't laugh - but the tragedy of this state of affairs is 'challenge accepted'. Dark humour, but fun nonetheless. Oofft 😕
 
2017-09-25 04:09:05 AM  

Lipo: I never said I don't have pride nor that I'm uneducated. I hope you meant that as a compliment, and assuming you did, I hope others will realize that alcoholism has nothing to do with social class or education.  I have both pride and education, I just simply quit caring for myself. It doesn't mean I don't care about others and is honestly the only reason I haven't eaten a bullet yet. But I'm also cognizant enough to know it's only a matter of time until my health takes its own course or I simply give up.  I have no shame about saying that. I'm just being honest and hoping it stops someone else from taking the path I'm currently on. I know the consequences, I just know I can't avoid them at this point in my life.


you've related to us the situation and I hope that has been positive for you. you probably need to relate it to people with real relevant experience who are looking to help you

sometimes 'giving up' in some way can help stop you giving up on yourself and cause you to do the opposite. if you can effectively accept you can't get back everything you've lost, although it might sound as though you would be removing your greatest hopes and dreams, that can sometimes be liberating in a positive way. it can allow you the freedom to make smaller, positive changes, designed just to stop your situation worsening rather than turning everything back. making small changes and sustaining them can make a difference and, if you keep searching for additional ones that work for you, you will probably find some that allow you to make more significant ones.

i have faith in you
 
2017-09-25 04:15:24 AM  

NevynFox: My broomba and I drink so much to where the lift arm on the garbage truck will struggle and whine trying to heave our bin full of bottles up into the receptacle. It's literally difficult to drag it to the curb, and the wheels are slightly bowed. Once the bin starts to tip just over the edge, the echoing cacophony of glass pouring into the truck can be heard across the entire neighborhood. Unfortunately, everyone can hear the loud clink of bottles I've thrown away in the morning, even trying to be quiet.


Guys, you have no idea how much the conversation tonight has meant to me.  Yeah, I'm shiatfaced again, but it's a little bit amazing to realize I'm not the only one with this problem.  We joke about it a ton here on Fark, but really for people like me, it's not a joke.

I've done the AA thing, and it honestly made me want to drink more.  fark those people (meaning the local groups, not in general). Seriously, you guys have been awesome tonight, and I'm wondering if Drew would give us Farkers a space to give support for each other, because I realize we're all individuals, and even though I'm kinda shiatfaced tonight, it might help us addicts out? fark I don't know.

I guess at this point I should just be happy I can spell my name.  Maybe I'll worry about the rest tomorrow, but probably not. I'll be drinking off the hangover, I'm sure, and won't check back here til I'm drunk and bored.
 
2017-09-25 04:16:58 AM  
The power of vulnerability | Brené Brown
Youtube iCvmsMzlF7o

For Lipoand anyone else dealing with whatever issues cause you to feel like nobody loves you, or if you are at the point where you know you don't love yourself... watch this.

Shortly after my suicide attempt, a friend invited me to his place up in Oregon for x-mas as my family had basically run out of patience. This video changed my life, (but not before reducing me to a sobbing puddle of jello) and has helped me with the very slow process of repairing all the damage.

Everyone should watch this. It's a 20 minute investment that was pivotal for me.
 
2017-09-25 04:18:13 AM  

tkil: darrenhusz: As I said, I can't say a thing about seeking help and dealing with problems. For those of you who do need help, and most importantly, will accept it (because I feel accepting help is the hardest) please do so, at your own place and time. Al Annon, rehab, counseling, whatever works, if you are in pain you already know the resources available to you.

Please take that "+1 Smart" as the equivalent of a fark.com hug.

I hope you find a way out of your darkness.


Thank you. it's appreciated.
 
2017-09-25 04:22:33 AM  
Oh and the recent YouTube API "upgrade" seems to have wrecked the title and description that used to show up in the video.  It's called:

The power of vulnerability | Brené Brown
 
2017-09-25 04:27:09 AM  

RottNDude: [YouTube video]
For Lipoand anyone else dealing with whatever issues cause you to feel like nobody loves you, or if you are at the point where you know you don't love yourself... watch this.

Shortly after my suicide attempt, a friend invited me to his place up in Oregon for x-mas as my family had basically run out of patience. This video changed my life, (but not before reducing me to a sobbing puddle of jello) and has helped me with the very slow process of repairing all the damage.

Everyone should watch this. It's a 20 minute investment that was pivotal for me.


The internet can be a callous and charmless place; then there are threads like this. Thanks to you all for bearing your hearts - it is clear we all have something in common, and wish to be honest and to be so open we can rid ourselves some angst. If only we could find solace like this without a keyboard. Peace to you all my friends - we are appart, but not alone.
 
2017-09-25 04:54:07 AM  

Duncan1972: RottNDude: Duncan1972: RottNDude: Lipo: backhand.slap.of.reason: Your grammar, spelling, and punctuation are excellent for someone perpetually 3 sheets to the wind... at least you have that.

I never said I don't have pride nor that I'm uneducated. I hope you meant that as a compliment, and assuming you did, I hope others will realize that alcoholism has nothing to do with social class or education.  I have both pride and education, I just simply quit caring for myself. It doesn't mean I don't care about others and is honestly the only reason I haven't eaten a bullet yet. But I'm also cognizant enough to know it's only a matter of time until my health takes its own course or I simply give up.  I have no shame about saying that. I'm just being honest and hoping it stops someone else from taking the path I'm currently on. I know the consequences, I just know I can't avoid them at this point in my life.

Pardon the question...

You mentioned you're afraid what the garbage man will think about all the bottles you've stashed but you're extraordinarily open with a bunch ofarkinda) strangers... just curious why you chose the specific boundaries you have as far as your ego is concerned...

I think it's because the internet doesn't know where you live. There is a difference between catharsis and neighbourhood.

I hear ya... I guess where I live I drag the recycle bin to the end of the driveway and never see the people who pick it up.

When I used to drink a LOT of beer, the noise all of the glass bottles the bin made when the robotic arm tipped in into the truck could be heard down the street. And I suppose I thought about that once or twice, but I also have neighbors whose boyfriend got tweaked out and cut up all his girlfriends clothes with scissors. You could hear that  freak out a mile away.

I cycle 2 miles to a different village, often at stupid o'clock - just to avoid  >that-< association. There isn't a glass recycling bin here, but I'm not going to let my weakn ...


I used to drive to other towns, sometimes 15-20 miles away, just because the clerks at my local liquor store knew me by name and I didn't want to show up at the same place very day. But now I know the hours the clerks work, and I go at different times of the day so I only see the same clerk at most twice a week.
 
2017-09-25 05:09:41 AM  
I was an Irish Catholic girl growing up in the sixties and seventies. My mother used to soak wooden cloth pins in whiskey when we were teething. I also started smoking at 13. Started pot at14. Luckily I met my husband when I was sixteen and he didn't due any of that. He saved my life. My kids never smoked, drank, or did drugs. Hopefully my grandsons will be that way too.
 
2017-09-25 05:14:55 AM  
Lastly... I did not mean to be a Debbie Downer on this thread tonight.  It was just a subject that hit home, and for some odd reason decided to share my own story. Perhaps I was too honest, but probably because I was drunk.  I'll probably regret it when I wake, but if I do, well, I'll be drunk by mid-afternoon and forget this even exists. Of that, I have no doubt.  So while I'm still coherent enough to say so, I want to thank all of you for your amazing words and heartfelt feelings.  I do appreciate it.

More than any of you know.

But I'll be honest once more.  By the time I wake, I may not remember.  I hope I can come back to this thread tomorrow and read your comments again with a more sober mind.  I've bookmarked  it, but that doesn't mean I'll remember I did so.  I suppose if I consider myself lucky I won't wake up at all, but chances are I will. After all, I thought I might get lucky enough to win a bit of cash on the Powerball and bought my first ticket in a decade but didn't hit a single number.

I do, however, truly cherish your kind words, and pray that this debate helps someone in spite of my own ambivalence towards the future. I love you all for the great community that Fark has fostered in my many years here.
 
2017-09-25 05:18:06 AM  

Lipo: Duncan1972: RottNDude: Duncan1972: RottNDude: Lipo: backhand.slap.of.reason: Your grammar, spelling, and punctuation are excellent for someone perpetually 3 sheets to the wind... at least you have that.

I never said I don't have pride nor that I'm uneducated. I hope you meant that as a compliment, and assuming you did, I hope others will realize that alcoholism has nothing to do with social class or education.  I have both pride and education, I just simply quit caring for myself. It doesn't mean I don't care about others and is honestly the only reason I haven't eaten a bullet yet. But I'm also cognizant enough to know it's only a matter of time until my health takes its own course or I simply give up.  I have no shame about saying that. I'm just being honest and hoping it stops someone else from taking the path I'm currently on. I know the consequences, I just know I can't avoid them at this point in my life.

Pardon the question...

You mentioned you're afraid what the garbage man will think about all the bottles you've stashed but you're extraordinarily open with a bunch ofarkinda) strangers... just curious why you chose the specific boundaries you have as far as your ego is concerned...

I think it's because the internet doesn't know where you live. There is a difference between catharsis and neighbourhood.

I hear ya... I guess where I live I drag the recycle bin to the end of the driveway and never see the people who pick it up.

When I used to drink a LOT of beer, the noise all of the glass bottles the bin made when the robotic arm tipped in into the truck could be heard down the street. And I suppose I thought about that once or twice, but I also have neighbors whose boyfriend got tweaked out and cut up all his girlfriends clothes with scissors. You could hear that  freak out a mile away.

I cycle 2 miles to a different village, often at stupid o'clock - just to avoid  >that-< association. There isn't a glass recycling bin here, but I'm not going to let my weakn ...

I used to drive to other towns, sometimes 15-20 miles away, just because the clerks at my local liquor store knew me by name and I didn't want to show up at the same place very day. But now I know the hours the clerks work, and I go at different times of the day so I only see the same clerk at most twice a week.


Let me tell you this... you're not fooling anyone. They work at a liquor store. They see your face, your body, your overall demeanor over a period of time. This is their job and they definitely know.

They won't say anything because to do so would be bad for business.  But just like my doctor, without even asking, they know who is doing what.
 
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