Board Thread:Watercooler 2.0/@comment-6198648-20130228045108/@comment-6191693-20130724035555

Wasn't necessarily trying to prove anything. Just couldn't help noticing the similarities between some of your information on the healthcare legislation and the misinformation being put out by the Indiana GOP.

I'm really tired of discussing it. I'm really not going to change your mind because you seem completely unwilling or unable to understand what I'm trying to convey to you. Just like the whole debate over whether Christians and Muslims both worship the same God, despite the fact that we both profess to worship the "God of Abraham," no amount of logic or facts (at least, not arranged in any way I can personally do so) will change your thinking. I just shudder when I think of the people you apparently do listen to.

So let's just drop it, shall we? My life if already full enough of hopeless endeavors and I don't need another.

In other news, I've long suspected I might be bipolar, but I find myself wondering if it's getting worse, or if I'm just overwhelmed by the fact that my life is spiraling deeper into a world of shit at an exponential rate and am justifiably depressed. If it weren't for my aversion to shrinks or for my crippling lack of money, I would consider seeing a shrink.

I'm $32,000 in debt already. I have a bachelor's degree in English Literature, which isn't good for much, especially because my GPA wasn't that great when I graduated, mostly because that fucking cunt, Dr. Kasten, took it upon herself to go out of her way to ruin my life.

I have two auto-collision-related ASE certifications, which would normally be enough to land me a pretty decent-paying job that I could be very happy with, but not decent-paying enough to make up for the $350+ a month I'm going to have to be paying in student loans in a few months.

My roommate moved out after only six months of living together because she decided wanted a place for her and her boyfriend to share. Her move happened to coincide with the start of summer, so not only did I lose all of my income, but my rent and bills doubled. I still can't find a new roommate and I only have $600 left and my only income right now is the few extra bucks I've been able to scratch together from doing odd jobs for friends, parents, and for the body shop that won't hire me full-time, or even put me on the payroll because I don't have enough field experience.

I just got out of a very painful relationship that lasted three years. I also have very conflicting emotions about a very dear friend of mine, but for whom I've always had a secret crush.

I need to go back to college for my master's so I can teach for real, but that means going even deeper in debt, at a time when financial aid is all but scrubbed and loan interest has doubled, in the hopes of getting a job that pays well, but not that well and might not even be available for some time after I graduate, which won't be until I'm at least 28, but possibly closer to 30. Meanwhile, I've saved nothing for retirement because I can't even afford to go to the doctor or pay for insurance or even hardly feed myself or pay rent.

My best friend's girlfriend is spiraling uncontrollably deeper into paranoid delusions. He still loves her and won't leave her, but she's dragging him down with her, he's a complete emotional (and lately, physical) wreck, completely drained of all energy or motivation while he toils away at his shitty job, which is going to go out of business any day now. I'm also worried that she will do something stupid to either hurt someone or otherwise get herself into trouble and I worry that she might somehow implicate him. We have tried to involve her parents, but they just have no interest whatsoever and she absolutely refuses to seek help on her own because she insists that nothing is wrong and that we're the ones who are crazy.

I just feel like I'm surrounded by all these successful people whose lives have all gone completely according to plan and I find myself wondering what gyspy or angry Shawnee spirit I've pissed off. My bad luck is certainly not from any lack of trying, despite what my mom constantly tries to tell me -- maybe she'd feel differently if she bothered to listen to a goddamn thing I had to say, ever. She's too busy fussing over all of her status symbols and what the neighbors think about her.

I'm sorry for all that. I've just been under a lot of stress. Don't trouble yourself to read all that; it just helped to get it out. Sorry. Fuck.