I fell down a random think-hole tonight about zoklet and bltc tinychat and wound up here. I am happy to see that a few of you are still alive and kickin. I have many fond memories of you hoodrats!
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Originally posted by Bradley
I hate myself for not being able to kick the drinking but it's part of being me and imma keep working at getting rid of it. Thanks for reading my thread
It doesn’t have to be a part of you, that’s the thing. If you say you’re going to keep working to get rid of it, you’re not going to. You’re giving yourself the option right there. It isn’t a **keep trying** scenario. It’s a drop the shit, it isn’t a part of you anymore scenario. Don’t even give yourself the option.
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The sleeves of a shirt are going to move when your arms are not at rest… it sounds like it fits fine based off of where the cuff hits when your arms are down at your sides. If it’s really going to bother you so much, roll the cuffs up once or twice.
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Originally posted by RIPtotse
Money isn’t really an object in my life and hasn’t been for years.
That’s what caused a 500 dollar a day fentanyl habit because I thought that’s what made me happy.
Spending a year locked up and detoxing and even though I spent the max on commissary every week it made me realize that money isn’t shit but really a thought.
Growing up rich spoiled me, and now at 30 I’ve had to take a step back and realize that money isn’t anything but a fucking object, it doesn’t bring happiness.
I’d rather be happy in a Honda Civic than cry in a Maserati anyway, just saying.
It has given me the upper hand in life a lot and I’m grateful for that and instead of pissing everything away like I did for years I’m attending college and actually working on my life goals.
It’s only after I stopped using the excessive money that I realized it can’t bring true happiness.
Took me 30 fucking years to even slightly figure this out, learn from my mistakes please
I am glad you’re alive and well! It is crazy how money exacerbates some people’s problems while on the other hand, would infinitely change the life of some for the better (if used responsibly). I hate how a literal piece of cotton/linen paper can control one’s life, health and happiness so much. It is absolutely mind blowing. You sound like you have some veryyyy interesting stories, my friend.
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