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in all honesty sometimes, talking to a wall is better than speaking with another human being.
I usually just read webcomics online.
Webcomics and netflix. If I feel more volition I’ll play a videogame or take a shower.
Also, I see you around on other forums Opus. You’re good people. Wish I was brave enough to use a consistent handle.
Not bravery, laziness. If I stay the same person I don’t have to remember which persona I was using when I made a comment. I once got into a knock down drag out flame war with myself when I forgot I made a comment under a different handle.
Yup. I gotta dark sense of humor. Too angry to stare at the wall though.
I ship these two. Make it happen, Clay!
It’s weird but I can’t possibly see these two getting together.
Yeah, so I’m Someone… else. And agreed. Maybe it’s my own way of thinking over-shadowing it, but anytime I feel attraction enough to be interested in someone, my brain engages in negativity overdrive. So yeah, I don’t see him getting together with anyone. Honestly I would dearly like to ask Randy Milholland how he found someone. But then I also realize that he at least actually does something.
If I was a hair more paranoid, I’d assume you were reading my mind. This is part of my life right after morning coffee. Enough caffeinated lightning to get me breathing. 45 Minutes of existential despair then two hours of exercise so I don’t keel over dead on the only person who ever loved me.
And so you sit
In the basement
In the dark
Late at night
Motionless
Staring at a fixed point until you can’t see anymore
And all you feel is detachment
From perception, emotion, thought, time
Utterly lost in the cold, indifferent, infinite void
Plenty of humour here but total recognition of that unlaughing dark patch of wall too.
That’s depression? Fuck that. I do that for fun
It depends what you do with your brain while staring at the wall. If you can go on adventures, or creative thinking, or brainstorming and task related problem solving, cool. But when one stares into the wall, hole, darkness, what-have-you, and rakes themself for all their faults and failures it’s less entertaining.
If it hasn’t been said. This…too often does this happen
…yes….dark humor…sure.
That us either the person honestly thinking we’re being “dark” or their unwillingness to understand or try and accept that someone else is suffering do brush it off as humor.
As someone who has felt and understands…when I hear a respons like that I am compelled to stop and offer to spend time with them instead or at least ask…hey….are you ok and if can’t help what or who would? And make an honest effort because….I dunno the caring part of me finds joy in trying to ease others misery cause I can’t ease mine….
Order.it us accurate because the person saying “dark” stuff is playing it off as a joke to not concern others because having someone caring and trying to help seems overwhelming? ( Like yes we WANT that care but we don’t cause then you feel guilty about it? Sooo much overload)
I was (and often still am) considered the queen of “dark humor” in my circle. A lot of them just don’t know these aren’t jokes or sarcasm, but completely serious thoughts that escaped my mouth before I had a chance to think about it. They laugh, but no one ever asks if I’m alright.
Dominick Blair