how do u be happy
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Happiness is a lot of things. I could go off and quote a bunch of philosophers, but that'd be pretty pretentious.
I'm not really motivated, yet not really bored. Not really stressed out.
I'd say I'm "coasting" 5-6/10.
If I "think" about getting the stuff I want, I'd be happier. (7-8) Because the stuff I want helps others. If I don't think about that stuff, then I'm pretty content. (5-7) It's an interesting dichotomy.
I'm not really motivated, yet not really bored. Not really stressed out.
I'd say I'm "coasting" 5-6/10.
If I "think" about getting the stuff I want, I'd be happier. (7-8) Because the stuff I want helps others. If I don't think about that stuff, then I'm pretty content. (5-7) It's an interesting dichotomy.
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Originally Posted by C_Unit,Feb 6 2007, 04:39 PM
well at one point in my life i got really, really depressed. this wasn't just a span of a couple weeks where things weren't going my away and i was SAD. i was clinically depressed, as in, sick in the head. believe it or not, depression is actually an ILLNESS that is very hard to control. it's not something you just talk yourself out of. i was also having panic attacks... i seriously went off the deep end for about 4-5 mos. ask my friends/family, they're all still weirded out / traumatized by it.
anyway, the reason i was eventually committed to the psych ward was because i decided one night that it'd be great if i could just "sleep forever." i didn't think of it as committing suicide, in my eff'd up state of mind i was just so tired of everyone and everything that i just wanted to "sleep" eternity away. i swallowed a whole bottle of anti-anxiety meds, xanax, which is also a very powerful sedative. when i didn't wake up for work the next morning, my dad went in my room and found me unconscious in bed.
it's embaressing for me to think about now. how could i have been that careless? how could things have been so hopeless that i felt like my only choice was to erase myself from the world? i didn't rationalize it, i didn't think about how it would hurt my friends and family. i was sick. and i just wanted to "sleep." that's depression. it's so much more than being sad. you're not the same person, you don't think straight.
that's why it pisses me off when i hear people like you scoff at mental health professionals or mental health treatments. "you're 20, you must be some kind of hypochondriac pain in the ass if you need a shrink." like depression is something that's treated by a pat on the back and a "walk it off." i wish it was that simple. furthermore, clinical depression is thought to be somewhat hereditary. in which case, i'm doomed. thus the precaution of monthly trips to the psych to protect against any relapses. it's essentially the same thing as me getting annual mammograms as a precaution for breast cancer, since 4+ women on my mom's side have had it. don't be such an ignorant prick.
anyway, the reason i was eventually committed to the psych ward was because i decided one night that it'd be great if i could just "sleep forever." i didn't think of it as committing suicide, in my eff'd up state of mind i was just so tired of everyone and everything that i just wanted to "sleep" eternity away. i swallowed a whole bottle of anti-anxiety meds, xanax, which is also a very powerful sedative. when i didn't wake up for work the next morning, my dad went in my room and found me unconscious in bed.
it's embaressing for me to think about now. how could i have been that careless? how could things have been so hopeless that i felt like my only choice was to erase myself from the world? i didn't rationalize it, i didn't think about how it would hurt my friends and family. i was sick. and i just wanted to "sleep." that's depression. it's so much more than being sad. you're not the same person, you don't think straight.
that's why it pisses me off when i hear people like you scoff at mental health professionals or mental health treatments. "you're 20, you must be some kind of hypochondriac pain in the ass if you need a shrink." like depression is something that's treated by a pat on the back and a "walk it off." i wish it was that simple. furthermore, clinical depression is thought to be somewhat hereditary. in which case, i'm doomed. thus the precaution of monthly trips to the psych to protect against any relapses. it's essentially the same thing as me getting annual mammograms as a precaution for breast cancer, since 4+ women on my mom's side have had it. don't be such an ignorant prick.
Depression, and other mental illnesses are very real, just like cancer is a real physical disease that cannot be overcome just by "thinking" yourself out of it. If we could ever diagnose mental illnesses with a blood test or MRI, we'd see how many f*ked up people are out there. The internet really brings out the asshole out of a person. You can say almost whatever you want without any consequences, so it doesn't surprise me to see PLYRS being such an ass. It's easy to talk shit and be an ass especially when you've been fortunate in your life....
Anyway, sorry for that sidetrack....his post just struck a nerve
If people could cut some slack for each other maybe we as a society would be happier...
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Originally Posted by C_Unit,Feb 6 2007, 07:39 PM
well at one point in my life i got really, really depressed. this wasn't just a span of a couple weeks where things weren't going my away and i was SAD. i was clinically depressed, as in, sick in the head. believe it or not, depression is actually an ILLNESS that is very hard to control. it's not something you just talk yourself out of. i was also having panic attacks... i seriously went off the deep end for about 4-5 mos. ask my friends/family, they're all still weirded out / traumatized by it.
anyway, the reason i was eventually committed to the psych ward was because i decided one night that it'd be great if i could just "sleep forever." i didn't think of it as committing suicide, in my eff'd up state of mind i was just so tired of everyone and everything that i just wanted to "sleep" eternity away. i swallowed a whole bottle of anti-anxiety meds, xanax, which is also a very powerful sedative. when i didn't wake up for work the next morning, my dad went in my room and found me unconscious in bed.
it's embaressing for me to think about now. how could i have been that careless? how could things have been so hopeless that i felt like my only choice was to erase myself from the world? i didn't rationalize it, i didn't think about how it would hurt my friends and family. i was sick. and i just wanted to "sleep." that's depression. it's so much more than being sad. you're not the same person, you don't think straight.
that's why it pisses me off when i hear people like you scoff at mental health professionals or mental health treatments. "you're 20, you must be some kind of hypochondriac pain in the ass if you need a shrink." like depression is something that's treated by a pat on the back and a "walk it off." i wish it was that simple. furthermore, clinical depression is thought to be somewhat hereditary. in which case, i'm doomed. thus the precaution of monthly trips to the psych to protect against any relapses. it's essentially the same thing as me getting annual mammograms as a precaution for breast cancer, since 4+ women on my mom's side have had it. don't be such an ignorant prick.
anyway, the reason i was eventually committed to the psych ward was because i decided one night that it'd be great if i could just "sleep forever." i didn't think of it as committing suicide, in my eff'd up state of mind i was just so tired of everyone and everything that i just wanted to "sleep" eternity away. i swallowed a whole bottle of anti-anxiety meds, xanax, which is also a very powerful sedative. when i didn't wake up for work the next morning, my dad went in my room and found me unconscious in bed.
it's embaressing for me to think about now. how could i have been that careless? how could things have been so hopeless that i felt like my only choice was to erase myself from the world? i didn't rationalize it, i didn't think about how it would hurt my friends and family. i was sick. and i just wanted to "sleep." that's depression. it's so much more than being sad. you're not the same person, you don't think straight.
that's why it pisses me off when i hear people like you scoff at mental health professionals or mental health treatments. "you're 20, you must be some kind of hypochondriac pain in the ass if you need a shrink." like depression is something that's treated by a pat on the back and a "walk it off." i wish it was that simple. furthermore, clinical depression is thought to be somewhat hereditary. in which case, i'm doomed. thus the precaution of monthly trips to the psych to protect against any relapses. it's essentially the same thing as me getting annual mammograms as a precaution for breast cancer, since 4+ women on my mom's side have had it. don't be such an ignorant prick.
and you don't know me....i'm far from ignorant. arrogant? maybe. but ignorant? no.
do you think i don't know why people need shrinks?
my point was that i can't relate to that type of life.
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Originally Posted by pantyraider,Feb 6 2007, 11:27 PM
The internet really brings out the asshole out of a person. You can say almost whatever you want without any consequences, so it doesn't surprise me to see PLYRS being such an ass. It's easy to talk shit and be an ass especially when you've been fortunate in your life....
don't fuking patronize me.
i grew up dirt poor, had nothing, the clothes on my back, 1 toy, slept on a mattress....i never complained or wallowed in it....1 toy was better than no toy, i was happy. so don't tell me how fuking "fortunate" i am.
difference is i didn't want me, my brother or my parents to spend the rest of our lives like that and did something about it.
maybe i'll spill the details someday.
fortunate MY FUKING ASS....
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Originally Posted by PLYRS 3,Feb 7 2007, 06:51 AM
FORTUNATE??
don't fuking patronize me.
i grew up dirt poor, had nothing, the clothes on my back, 1 toy, slept on a mattress....i never complained or wallowed in it....1 toy was better than no toy, i was happy. so don't tell me how fuking "fortunate" i am.
difference is i didn't want me, my brother or my parents to spend the rest of our lives like that and did something about it.
maybe i'll spill the details someday.
fortunate MY FUKING ASS....
don't fuking patronize me.
i grew up dirt poor, had nothing, the clothes on my back, 1 toy, slept on a mattress....i never complained or wallowed in it....1 toy was better than no toy, i was happy. so don't tell me how fuking "fortunate" i am.
difference is i didn't want me, my brother or my parents to spend the rest of our lives like that and did something about it.
maybe i'll spill the details someday.
fortunate MY FUKING ASS....
I don't know about your background just like you don't about C-unit's. So don't "fuking patronize" other people and expect not to get patronized yourself. Everyone has a sob story dude, I'm not impressed. I've had all kinds of shit happen in my life too, so I TRY to give people the benefit of the doubt....
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PLYRS,
Many a times Ive read that you and your wife are retired now because you sold out in the "dotcom" years for millions.
You and your wife dont work.
You are always, in every thread, arrogant.
You dont deserve to retire early just because you grew up poor. You act like it.
Many people start from humble beginnings, make something for themselves and retire at 65 still.
You arent anywhere near 65yrs of age (retirement) and your retired. You ARE fortunate to be retired at an early age.
Im glad I could spell it out for you.
Many a times Ive read that you and your wife are retired now because you sold out in the "dotcom" years for millions.
You and your wife dont work.
You are always, in every thread, arrogant.
You dont deserve to retire early just because you grew up poor. You act like it.
Many people start from humble beginnings, make something for themselves and retire at 65 still.
You arent anywhere near 65yrs of age (retirement) and your retired. You ARE fortunate to be retired at an early age.
Im glad I could spell it out for you.
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plus, i think what part of pantyraider meant by "fortunate," is that you're fortunate enough to not have ever dealt with clinical depression / anxiety disorder yet. i'm pretty sure that we're allowed to make that assumption, given your attitude towards people who need a psychiatrist, and depression / anxiety in general.
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Originally Posted by C_Unit,Feb 7 2007, 12:19 PM
plus, i think what part of pantyraider meant by "fortunate," is that you're fortunate enough to not have ever dealt with clinical depression / anxiety disorder yet. i'm pretty sure that we're allowed to make that assumption, given your attitude towards people who need a psychiatrist, and depression / anxiety in general.
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