What's Bothering You?
- Thread starter Oblivia
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The Omnicron variant of covid is currently spreading around like crazy near where I live. Well it's mainly hit the city between my home and work which are both in just small towns but the whole area is being affected. The city itself has already had new restrictions put in place. It's sounding more and more likely we might get shut down for Christmas. It's already sounding like I won't get to see my Grandparents for the holidays but now even my parents aren't sure if I'll be able to see them. This is the hardest my area has been hit since the whole pandemic began.
The area I'm in is basically the "let's wait and see what happens with this variant mentality" as it's the first place to get hit hard in my province. It sucks.
Covid doesn't have me nearly as paranoid now compared to a year ago. It's more the affect of the various restrictions and possible lockdowns that keep coming around and how it affects people's mental states that bother me. :/
The area I'm in is basically the "let's wait and see what happens with this variant mentality" as it's the first place to get hit hard in my province. It sucks.
Covid doesn't have me nearly as paranoid now compared to a year ago. It's more the affect of the various restrictions and possible lockdowns that keep coming around and how it affects people's mental states that bother me. :/
xSuperMario64x
call me Bug 🇨🇦💜🐛
I'm in my room wearing long sleeves, sweatpants, and socks, and yet somehow I'm still freezing 
Foreverfox
✨🩵Spook-tacular🩵✨
Same. Tis the season I guess.I'm in my room wearing long sleeves, sweatpants, and socks, and yet somehow I'm still freezing
CylieDanny
OK, it's giving Jealousy
I passed out while I was with my mom this morning, and now I got a bruise on my leg, and scratches that hurt. Im still dazed. Concrete man, it hurts on impact (no surprise)
Im stuck at home, watching stuff because mom doesnt want me to walk around
Im stuck at home, watching stuff because mom doesnt want me to walk around
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Foreverfox
✨🩵Spook-tacular🩵✨
I'm not sure whether to assume you know why it happened and that you're taking care if it, or if I should put my Mom hat on (let's be real, I never take it off) and tell you that you should go to the doctor and get evaluated. Randomly passing out is a sign of something much more significant going on. Anything from dehydration or lack of sleep, which is degenerative to the body on so many levels after lengths of time, or low blood sugar, to a form of epilepsy (which I have and am on medication for - it's no joke). Please take care of yourself!
CylieDanny
OK, it's giving Jealousy
Im epileptic too, so yeah its no joke. Its no joke in general either
my guess is lack of sleep, because i haven't been slerping well and stressing. but could also be dehydrating, because I didnt drink much yesterday. All I had was a big glass of water
Thanks, I'm taking it easy
Foreverfox
✨🩵Spook-tacular🩵✨
*hugs* epilepsy is scary man, for real. I'm glad you at least seem to know what's causing it. Now, just need to take some steps towards health!
CylieDanny
OK, it's giving Jealousy
*Hugs* it really is scary, I will
ali.di.magix
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I was wondering why my boss was making me come in at 7am when I have annual leave booked, turns out he forgot that I had annual booked lol. I could've slept in and caught up on lost sleep from last night. Oh well, I got mean as free breakfast out of him 
my late cat is all i can think about. no matter what i’m doing, where i am, or who i’m with, she is always there. except it’s not her, it’s the reminder that she’s dead over and over, as if my brain thinks i’ve forgotten. everything comes back to her. every inch of my room, every song, every ****ing thing reminds me of her, of when she was still alive. i look at the date on every instagram post i see, every tiktok video i watch, just to see if she was alive when it was posted or not. i think about how she didn’t make it to 2022. i think about how my mother put up christmas decorations for the first time in years and how she’s not here to see it. i think about how i will never again be excited for the start of a new month because the first will always mean another month has passed without her. i think about all the nights i didn’t open my door when she was meowing in front of it, of all the cuddles i cut short. i think about how i failed her over and over again. i think about how this was all avoidable.
i go to sleep every night hoping i’ll see her, but i never do. i find myself googling about signs that a deceased pet is trying to reach out to you; googling articles on coping with pet loss; watching videos on people saying goodbye to their pets. i feel crazy because i know she was just a cat, but she wasn’t. she was my comfort. she was my best ****ing friend and i feel so hollow without her. everything feels so pointless. for ****’s sake, i find myself feeling jealous of my parents because they’re closer to potentially seeing her again than i am. i’ve never been so desperate for there to be an afterlife before in my life, and i find myself willing my life to go by faster. it could end tomorrow and i don’t think i’d care. i just want to see her again. i need to know that she doesn’t hate me for the choice i made. i need her to know how sorry i am.
i’m isolating myself from everyone. so many of my friends and acquaintances have gifted me christmas lights with lovely messages on here, but i can’t bring myself to return the gesture because my brain is foggy and my bones are heavy and my cat is dead.
i’m so tired. grief is exhausting. i am expected to worship the new kittens, but while i love them, i adored her. i wasn’t ready for this at all, but my mom wouldn’t shut up. it’s always their needs before my own. and now i can’t even get my parents to call my kitten the name i picked out for her. “call her whatever you want,” they said. i named her alize, and now not only do i have to ensure that they call me by my name, i have to ensure that they call her by hers. how am i meant to bond with her when i’m constantly fighting? “calling her by her shelter name is easier for me,” they say. how hard is it to call someone their actual name????? i just. i’m so tired of this.
i go to sleep every night hoping i’ll see her, but i never do. i find myself googling about signs that a deceased pet is trying to reach out to you; googling articles on coping with pet loss; watching videos on people saying goodbye to their pets. i feel crazy because i know she was just a cat, but she wasn’t. she was my comfort. she was my best ****ing friend and i feel so hollow without her. everything feels so pointless. for ****’s sake, i find myself feeling jealous of my parents because they’re closer to potentially seeing her again than i am. i’ve never been so desperate for there to be an afterlife before in my life, and i find myself willing my life to go by faster. it could end tomorrow and i don’t think i’d care. i just want to see her again. i need to know that she doesn’t hate me for the choice i made. i need her to know how sorry i am.
i’m isolating myself from everyone. so many of my friends and acquaintances have gifted me christmas lights with lovely messages on here, but i can’t bring myself to return the gesture because my brain is foggy and my bones are heavy and my cat is dead.
i’m so tired. grief is exhausting. i am expected to worship the new kittens, but while i love them, i adored her. i wasn’t ready for this at all, but my mom wouldn’t shut up. it’s always their needs before my own. and now i can’t even get my parents to call my kitten the name i picked out for her. “call her whatever you want,” they said. i named her alize, and now not only do i have to ensure that they call me by my name, i have to ensure that they call her by hers. how am i meant to bond with her when i’m constantly fighting? “calling her by her shelter name is easier for me,” they say. how hard is it to call someone their actual name????? i just. i’m so tired of this.
i don’t like the way i look, from the front i look fine but on the side im all messed up because of my stupid jaw. my dentist said that i should get surgery because my jaw is underdeveloped and my face bones have stopped growing but im too scared to get surgery. this could’ve all been fixed years ago without surgery but my dumbass old dentist didn’t realize that and never did anything. i’m mad and concerned that my chin will recede when i get older and i’ll look even worse. i can feel myself becoming jealous of people with normal faces.
I had to leave work early and the Mavs lost.
More than anything in this world I’m bothered by the fact that I’m weak and pathetic, and I always will be.
As Metal Face from Xenoblade Chronicles said, “Weak! Weak and pathetic!”
More than anything in this world I’m bothered by the fact that I’m weak and pathetic, and I always will be.
As Metal Face from Xenoblade Chronicles said, “Weak! Weak and pathetic!”
daringred_
✧ stupid lesbian ✧
if it makes you feel better, i'm similar !! i have thin jaw plates, or something, and my mouth is too small for all my teeth, so they're crooked at the front. if i'd had braces when i was younger, i'd probably be fine now, but my parents let 10 y/o me decide, and i obviously said no because i was terrified. now, having braces would require jaw surgery beforehand (so there's room for all the teeth) and surgery would require having my jaw (can't remember if it's just lower or both) moved forward. in the end, i decided against it because i have no pain tolerance and the surgery would've left my face bruised/swollen for weeks, and i'd have been on a liquid diet until it went down, then braces for god knows how many years. (i can't even have mouth injections for fillings lmao like-) i practically don't have a jawline, meaning i look super baby-faced instead, and my chin isn't particularly pronounced if at all, but i'm honestly more self-conscious about my teeth than that. i am working on it though. honestly, i don't really even notice until random bursts of "i'm ugly" hit or i appear in a photo lmao. i always thought i'd die alone because of it, but now i have a girlfriend who loves me and thinks i'm the prettiest person in the world even though she literally sees me from my worst angle aka below. anyway, this is just my long-winded way of saying try not to be too hard on yourself or the way you look, and try not to envy others' appearance. (easier said than done, i know.) sometimes i look at other people and momentarily feel like a goblin shark, but then i remember that those other girls are wearing a lot of makeup (nothing wrong with that, of course) while i'm wearing zero, and they probably have something they're self-conscious about too.
As someone that’s gotten implant surgery (I know it’s not the same, but it has very similar bruising effects), I can say that it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The three weeks of bruising and no energy was nothing compared to the confidence it gave me afterwards. Obviously mine had to be done, but you have to think if the confidence you’ll gain afterwards is worth the few weeks of suffering.
Taking that two year break from books has really messed up my reading speed. I used to be able to finish entire books in a day. Now it takes me 2 hours just to read 50 pages. A part of that comes from my need to vocalize every word in my head. When I force myself to just scan the words I’m around my old speed, but that makes me bored. If only there was a way to find some midway point between those two extremes…
Also I need to get my Christmas presents mailed out but I am always working during post office hours.
