Get it out. Get it off your chest.

[Mr. Laser Beam]

I get that this thread is about venting, but it's possibly not the nicest thing to insult places that other posters may call home.

Oh, why stop now when it's just getting good? Here, I'll shoulder some of the load for awhile. Come on, everybody, tell all of the really *original* jokes about Nebraska being nothing but flat cornfields and all that bullshit. Should only take a few seconds.

 

[scotpens]

If the area of the country west of the Hudson river, east of the Rockies, and south of Chicago fell into a black hole tomorrow, the world would be an instantly better place.

I'd argue the exact opposite.

And that’s what makes politics and horse races.

I get that this thread is about venting, but it's possibly not the nicest thing to insult places that other posters may call home.

Oh, why stop now when it's just getting good? Here, I'll shoulder some of the load for awhile. Come on, everybody, tell all of the really *original* jokes about Nebraska being nothing but flat cornfields and all that bullshit. Should only take a few seconds.

Or about as long as it takes to see everything that’s worth seeing in Nebraska.

Now let’s hear some jokes about tilting the U.S. on its side and everything loose ending up in California.

Oh, and I’m sure they grow a lot of corn in Nebraska, but isn’t that state more famous for wheat?

 

[SVD]

Damn chest congestion, Got me out of breath sooner than I ought to be after talking or exerting myself.

 

[Sparky]

Ok, a rant. Get it off my chest? I can do that.

I angry. I'm so angry. I hate cancer. I hate that my father is going to die because of it. I hate how it makes me feel. I hate that my wife and I can't have children. I hate how that makes me feel. I hate that my wife's younger sisters and their husbands had children so easily. I love those kids, but at the same time I am so jealous. I hate that I can't give my parents grandchildren. My parents would love nothing more than to dote on a grandchild. I hate that I have to drink so much just to get the nerve to type this. I hate that I am still unemployed. I hate that I am such a failure.

 

[Cheapjack]

I hate the fact I am blamed for the fact that I am always to blame for other people's ignorance, though my insights into the world come from reading about three pulp SF books a week, from age 8 to 19, when all those around me,were hanging around the local park, bragging about how good looking they were and who fancied them.

I'm sick to death of trying to outmanouvre and stay ahead of them, after 43 years of it.

 

[Kestra]

Ok, a rant. Get it off my chest? I can do that.

I angry. I'm so angry. I hate cancer. I hate that my father is going to die because of it. I hate how it makes me feel. I hate that my wife and I can't have children. I hate how that makes me feel. I hate that my wife's younger sisters and their husbands had children so easily. I love those kids, but at the same time I am so jealous. I hate that I can't give my parents grandchildren. My parents would love nothing more than to dote on a grandchild. I hate that I have to drink so much just to get the nerve to type this. I hate that I am still unemployed. I hate that I am such a failure.

I am so so sorry about your dad. That has to make you feel even more pressure about children. Please continue to open up to people about what you're feeling, whether it's to your wife, friends, us here, or maybe even a professional. And please try to do so without feeling you need to drink. We've got a lot of great, supportive people here who care about you.

 

[Cheapjack]

Ok, a rant. Get it off my chest? I can do that.

I angry. I'm so angry. I hate cancer. I hate that my father is going to die because of it. I hate how it makes me feel. I hate that my wife and I can't have children. I hate how that makes me feel. I hate that my wife's younger sisters and their husbands had children so easily. I love those kids, but at the same time I am so jealous. I hate that I can't give my parents grandchildren. My parents would love nothing more than to dote on a grandchild. I hate that I have to drink so much just to get the nerve to type this. I hate that I am still unemployed. I hate that I am such a failure.

I am so so sorry about your dad. That has to make you feel even more pressure about children. Please continue to open up to people about what you're feeling, whether it's to your wife, friends, us here, or maybe even a professional. And please try to do so without feeling you need to drink. We've got a lot of great, supportive people here who care about you.

Agreed. And, try not to drink tooo much, till at least the 24th.

 

[bluedana]

Ok, a rant. Get it off my chest? I can do that.

I angry. I'm so angry. I hate cancer. I hate that my father is going to die because of it. I hate how it makes me feel. I hate that my wife and I can't have children. I hate how that makes me feel. I hate that my wife's younger sisters and their husbands had children so easily. I love those kids, but at the same time I am so jealous. I hate that I can't give my parents grandchildren. My parents would love nothing more than to dote on a grandchild. I hate that I have to drink so much just to get the nerve to type this. I hate that I am still unemployed. I hate that I am such a failure.

I'm so sorry you feel this way.

May I relate something from a grandparent's perspective -- not mine, by my mother's?

At the time, she had two grandchildren: my sister's bio daughter, and my adopted son. Her friend, who also had an adopted grandson, expressed her feeling that she really could never love her adopted (Korean) grandchild the same way she loved her bio (Italian) grandkids.

Here's what my mom said: My granddaughter was given to me, and I had no choice but to love her, as she is the child of my blood. My grandson, however, is someone I chose to love -- he is the child of my heart.

Until the moment I heard that, I had been harboring guilt that I could not "give my parents a grandchild."

You may decide at some point to adopt, or maybe not. But your worth is not limited to how easy it is to produce a person from your own body. Just a thought.

My rant? Cancer sucks.

 

[Mr. Laser Beam]

I get that this thread is about venting, but it's possibly not the nicest thing to insult places that other posters may call home.

Oh, why stop now when it's just getting good? Here, I'll shoulder some of the load for awhile. Come on, everybody, tell all of the really *original* jokes about Nebraska being nothing but flat cornfields and all that bullshit. Should only take a few seconds.

Or about as long as it takes to see everything that’s worth seeing in Nebraska.

Never thought I'd say this, but apparently *YOU* did not get the sarcasm that *I* was trying to project.

Oh, and I’m sure they grow a lot of corn in Nebraska, but isn’t that state more famous for wheat?

We got the College World Series...

 

[siskokid888]

If the area of the country west of the Hudson river, east of the Rockies, and south of Chicago fell into a black hole tomorrow, the world would be an instantly better place.

I'd argue the exact opposite.

Ah, yes, Alabama. Tell me, how you good ol' boys celebratin the anniversary of the secession? A lynchin, for old times sake?

 

[ares93]

Hmm, reading Sparky's post i came to realize that most of my problems arent even worth mentioning. But there is one thing that i feel that i'd like to share.

I used to know this guy, we actually just met in person twice but i still considered him a dear friend. Thanks to the internet i suppose. Also, i went to the same school as his half brother. so i knew his brother and mother as well.

The exact times are a bit fuzzy, but i saw that his battlefield 2 account as online. Since he was, at the time, deployed, this was rather unusual. So i sent him an IM in case he wanted to do a few rounds. At first, he was rather reluctant since he had a few things to take care of before he went on a mission. But i managed to talk him into it. However he strongly pointed out that he would only play an hour because he wanted to call his wife before leaving. So i told him that i'd warn him in an hour so he would have time. Thing is, i didn't... Three hours later one of his superiors told him that he had 5 minutes to get his shit together and get his ass in the Humvee. (his words, not mine) And that was the last time i spoke to him.

Six hours later, he was dead. His convoy had been hit by an IED or something similar. I found out all this several days later, but at that point, it didn't really change anything.

Not many people have heard this story, and the few who have, claim that it wasnt my fault. Well, technically i wasn't the one who built the bomb, but i was the one who prevented him from talking to his wife one last time. It took her 2 years to start speaking to me again. But i can't really blame her...

I dunno, just thought this was worthy of the thread i suppose. no other reason for posting...

 

[Locutus of Bored]

If the area of the country west of the Hudson river, east of the Rockies, and south of Chicago fell into a black hole tomorrow, the world would be an instantly better place.

I'd argue the exact opposite.

Ah, yes, Alabama. Tell me, how you good ol' boys celebratin the anniversary of the secession? A lynchin, for old times sake?

Knock it off.

 

[B.J.]

^^Ouch. That's a tough one to bear, Télapó.

 

[scotpens]

Oh, why stop now when it's just getting good? Here, I'll shoulder some of the load for awhile. Come on, everybody, tell all of the really *original* jokes about Nebraska being nothing but flat cornfields and all that bullshit. Should only take a few seconds.

Or about as long as it takes to see everything that's worth seeing in Nebraska.

Never thought I'd say this, but apparently *YOU* did not get the sarcasm that *I* was trying to project.

I got your sarcasm. I was answering it with my sarcasm.

I am capable of being just as sarcastic as you are. So we're both sarcastic, alright, Dimitri?

 

[Captain_Nick]

I HATE TRAINS

 

[Mr. Laser Beam]

^ Really? Why?

I love trains. I am a mass transit obsessive!

 

[bluedana]

I would take the TSA screening any day of the week rather than the BS security we have in the building where I work.

Everyday, as an government employee, I get to circumvent the metal detector, show my ID badge with my photo (which is also a key card for the courthouse which is next door) and go upstairs. But for the past few weeks, the rent-a-cops have been asking for people's last names, and recently have begun flipping the keycard over to see the blank side.

WTF?? First off, I've been with this agency for nearly 16 years. Before I came on duty, I had a background check where the FBI went back and interviewed every roommate, neighbor, and employer they could find going back to high school. This security clearance has to be updated every 5 years, with interviews of current friends and neighbors.

But every time I enter the building, morning or afternoon, I have some guy peer at my ID badge as if he's never seen it before and ask me my last name. Like if I made a counterfeit one, or stole a badge from someone who happens to look exactly like me, I wouldn't take a half a second to memorize the name on the front. And then he has me show him the back of the card, just in case, I don't know, I've Xeroxed it or something.

But at the stroke of 6 PM, you know what? The rent-a-cops all leave, padlocking the front door -- and I can come and go as I please through the side door using a key card that has no picture on it at all.

Do they really think that asking someone her own last name is going to do sh*t to keep the building safe? At least the TSA screening will catch weapons. If they can't trust the ID'd employees (including an office of military personnel) coming in the building, then just make everyone go through the metal detector and put their bags on the belt, the way they do in the actual courthouse. Just leave off with the bullsh*t security.

I really have to go to my "happy place" every single morning before I walk through the doors, because I'm always tempted to give the the wrong name just to see if they notice.

 

[auntiehill]

Ok, a rant. Get it off my chest? I can do that.

I angry. I'm so angry. I hate cancer. I hate that my father is going to die because of it. I hate how it makes me feel. I hate that my wife and I can't have children. I hate how that makes me feel. I hate that my wife's younger sisters and their husbands had children so easily. I love those kids, but at the same time I am so jealous. I hate that I can't give my parents grandchildren. My parents would love nothing more than to dote on a grandchild. I hate that I have to drink so much just to get the nerve to type this. I hate that I am still unemployed. I hate that I am such a failure.

I'm right there with ya, bud. I hate that I can't have kids of my own, while people all around me--family, friends, etc--have kids so easily and don't really seem to actually LIKE their kids at all. It isn't fair that I can't give my parents another grandchild, since they won't be alive much longer. I hate that I'm losing more and more hours of work, as I'm slowly being replaced by a computer program. I hate that my husband (and everyone else) sees me as a failure, since I'm not a mom or a full time employee, or thin, or attractive.

I hate that our first attempt to adopt went down in flames in October, and I'm still depressed about it. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm too old, and now maybe even too poor. It sucks and it will continue to suck.

But I am still a good person and I'm a really good Aunt. It's not much, but it's a start.

 

[Kestra]

I hate that my husband (and everyone else) sees me as a failure, since I'm not a mom or a full time employee, or thin, or attractive.

Not everyone. I know I'm just a random person on the internet so it doesn't mean much, but I've come to respect you quite a bit over the years and I think you're wonderful.

 

[auntiehill]

Thanks.