Gary's Corner

[Gary Childress]

Overall, I'm feeling a little better after ranting. However, I don't know if it was the ranting that helped or if I would have felt equally better had I just stayed off line and festered for a few hours.

I miss hanging out with my love interest. We went to the beach a few times and went ocean kayaking once. It was a lot of fun. I blew it, though. I "hit" on her. She just wanted to be friends. I did myself in.

It seems like there is literally nothing I can do to win her favor. I gave her a lot of money to bail her out of dire financial straits. It didn't change her feelings toward me. I've helped her with projects she had to do for her job. I did them for free. That didn't change her feelings toward me. Now I know how Van Gogh must have felt. Poor guy killed himself in his misery over a beautiful woman he fell in love with. I'd like to steer clear of that direction, however, I do get extremely depressed sometimes.

It's a shame that no one understands us except ourselves. I wonder why some of us humans go through life looking for intimate or special connections when they don't seem to exist. At least they don't exist for me. Maybe if I were a pro-athlete or a billionaire, I'd have fewer girl problems. Some people have it all in life, and some of us have very little in comparison. I've often heard it claimed that it isn't easy being a celebrity or a wealthy person. Well, it's not easy being a commoner either. Some people are the center of the world, and some of us aren't. I feel like a minor background character in someone else's life story. It's like I'm just here to make the lead characters look like superstars.

All I've ever wanted in life was to find someone to experience a romantic love relationship with. Maybe I have a "Casanova complex." I think relationships, in reality, are generally 99% drudgery and work (taking out the garbage, unclogging the toilet, or else providing the money for someone else to do it for them). I see a pretty girl, and I start to get sparkly pixie dust in my head or something. The grass always looks greener from outside the yard. However, my yard seems pretty shitty. Maybe some people really do have it all in life. I wish I did. Being a reclusive and lonely old man gets very dull after a while.

My favorite painting of all time I think. By the artist Giuseppe “Pino” Dangelico

https://artshopnc.com/wp-content/upload ... rtwork.jpg

[accelafine]

Overall, I'm feeling a little better after ranting. However, I don't know if it was the ranting that helped or if I would have felt equally better had I just stayed off line and festered for a few hours.

I miss hanging out with my love interest. We went to the beach a few times and went ocean kayaking once. It was a lot of fun. I blew it, though. I "hit" on her. She just wanted to be friends. I did myself in.

It seems like there is literally nothing I can do to win her favor. I gave her a lot of money to bail her out of dire financial straits. It didn't change her feelings toward me. I've helped her with projects she had to do for her job. I did them for free. That didn't change her feelings toward me. Now I know how Van Gogh must have felt. Poor guy killed himself in his misery over a beautiful woman he fell in love with. I'd like to steer clear of that direction, however, I do get extremely depressed sometimes.

It's a shame that no one understands us except ourselves. I wonder why some of us humans go through life looking for intimate or special connections when they don't seem to exist. At least they don't exist for me. Maybe if I were a pro-athlete or a billionaire, I'd have fewer girl problems. Some people have it all in life, and some of us have very little in comparison. I've often heard it claimed that it isn't easy being a celebrity or a wealthy person. Well, it's not easy being a commoner either. Some people are the center of the world, and some of us aren't. I feel like a minor background character in someone else's life story. It's like I'm just here to make the lead characters look like superstars.

All I've ever wanted in life was to find someone to experience a romantic love relationship with. Maybe I have a "Casanova complex." I think relationships, in reality, are generally 99% drudgery and work (taking out the garbage, unclogging the toilet, or else providing the money for someone else to do it for them). I see a pretty girl, and I start to get sparkly pixie dust in my head or something. The grass always looks greener from outside the yard. However, my yard seems pretty shitty. Maybe some people really do have it all in life. I wish I did. Being a reclusive and lonely old man gets very dull after a while.

My favorite painting of all time I think. By the artist Giuseppe “Pino” Dangelico

https://artshopnc.com/wp-content/upload ... rtwork.jpg

FfS. How did you know she was in 'dire financial straits' (allegedly)? Some people just can't be protected from themselves. She was playing you. Get a grip. You must have known that, or did your desperation and neediness over-ride your capacity for reason? You didn't 'blow it'. She was never interested in you in the first place!

[Gary Childress]

Overall, I'm feeling a little better after ranting. However, I don't know if it was the ranting that helped or if I would have felt equally better had I just stayed off line and festered for a few hours.

I miss hanging out with my love interest. We went to the beach a few times and went ocean kayaking once. It was a lot of fun. I blew it, though. I "hit" on her. She just wanted to be friends. I did myself in.

It seems like there is literally nothing I can do to win her favor. I gave her a lot of money to bail her out of dire financial straits. It didn't change her feelings toward me. I've helped her with projects she had to do for her job. I did them for free. That didn't change her feelings toward me. Now I know how Van Gogh must have felt. Poor guy killed himself in his misery over a beautiful woman he fell in love with. I'd like to steer clear of that direction, however, I do get extremely depressed sometimes.

It's a shame that no one understands us except ourselves. I wonder why some of us humans go through life looking for intimate or special connections when they don't seem to exist. At least they don't exist for me. Maybe if I were a pro-athlete or a billionaire, I'd have fewer girl problems. Some people have it all in life, and some of us have very little in comparison. I've often heard it claimed that it isn't easy being a celebrity or a wealthy person. Well, it's not easy being a commoner either. Some people are the center of the world, and some of us aren't. I feel like a minor background character in someone else's life story. It's like I'm just here to make the lead characters look like superstars.

All I've ever wanted in life was to find someone to experience a romantic love relationship with. Maybe I have a "Casanova complex." I think relationships, in reality, are generally 99% drudgery and work (taking out the garbage, unclogging the toilet, or else providing the money for someone else to do it for them). I see a pretty girl, and I start to get sparkly pixie dust in my head or something. The grass always looks greener from outside the yard. However, my yard seems pretty shitty. Maybe some people really do have it all in life. I wish I did. Being a reclusive and lonely old man gets very dull after a while.

My favorite painting of all time I think. By the artist Giuseppe “Pino” Dangelico

https://artshopnc.com/wp-content/upload ... rtwork.jpg

FfS. How did you know she was in 'dire financial straits' (allegedly)? Some people just can't be protected from themselves. She was playing you. Get a grip. You must have known that, or did your desperation and neediness over-ride your capacity for reason?

Maybe my desperation and neediness over-rode my capacity for reason. We still keep in touch, though. It seems like that wouldn't be the case if she was playing me in some kind of con.

[Gary Childress]

Plus, she's a Catholic. Aren't people who go to church supposed to be pious?

[accelafine]

Overall, I'm feeling a little better after ranting. However, I don't know if it was the ranting that helped or if I would have felt equally better had I just stayed off line and festered for a few hours.

I miss hanging out with my love interest. We went to the beach a few times and went ocean kayaking once. It was a lot of fun. I blew it, though. I "hit" on her. She just wanted to be friends. I did myself in.

It seems like there is literally nothing I can do to win her favor. I gave her a lot of money to bail her out of dire financial straits. It didn't change her feelings toward me. I've helped her with projects she had to do for her job. I did them for free. That didn't change her feelings toward me. Now I know how Van Gogh must have felt. Poor guy killed himself in his misery over a beautiful woman he fell in love with. I'd like to steer clear of that direction, however, I do get extremely depressed sometimes.

It's a shame that no one understands us except ourselves. I wonder why some of us humans go through life looking for intimate or special connections when they don't seem to exist. At least they don't exist for me. Maybe if I were a pro-athlete or a billionaire, I'd have fewer girl problems. Some people have it all in life, and some of us have very little in comparison. I've often heard it claimed that it isn't easy being a celebrity or a wealthy person. Well, it's not easy being a commoner either. Some people are the center of the world, and some of us aren't. I feel like a minor background character in someone else's life story. It's like I'm just here to make the lead characters look like superstars.

All I've ever wanted in life was to find someone to experience a romantic love relationship with. Maybe I have a "Casanova complex." I think relationships, in reality, are generally 99% drudgery and work (taking out the garbage, unclogging the toilet, or else providing the money for someone else to do it for them). I see a pretty girl, and I start to get sparkly pixie dust in my head or something. The grass always looks greener from outside the yard. However, my yard seems pretty shitty. Maybe some people really do have it all in life. I wish I did. Being a reclusive and lonely old man gets very dull after a while.

My favorite painting of all time I think. By the artist Giuseppe “Pino” Dangelico

https://artshopnc.com/wp-content/upload ... rtwork.jpg

FfS. How did you know she was in 'dire financial straits' (allegedly)? Some people just can't be protected from themselves. She was playing you. Get a grip. You must have known that, or did your desperation and neediness over-ride your capacity for reason?

Maybe my desperation and neediness over-rode my capacity for reason. We still keep in touch, though. It seems like that wouldn't be the case if she was playing me in some kind of con.

Of course It wouldn't be in case she needs more money at some point Why don't you try asking for it back? See what happens then. I'm not your 'therapist' anyway. If you want to be a dumbass then that's your choice.

[Dubious]

In any case, I don't want anyone to miss out on some top-notch drivel I posted a few minutes ago in another forum after you told me to post somewhere else.

What I told you was you can post wherever as often as you like.

But since you're so dedicated to expressing your misery and your endless feud with god, you'd be better off in a misery forum where all the commiseration is mutual.

[Gary Childress]

FfS. How did you know she was in 'dire financial straits' (allegedly)? Some people just can't be protected from themselves. She was playing you. Get a grip. You must have known that, or did your desperation and neediness over-ride your capacity for reason?

Maybe my desperation and neediness over-rode my capacity for reason. We still keep in touch, though. It seems like that wouldn't be the case if she was playing me in some kind of con.

Of course It wouldn't be in case she needs more money at some point Why don't you try asking for it back? See what happens then. I'm not your 'therapist' anyway. If you want to be a dumbass then that's your choice.

If I could be with her, I'd be the biggest dumbass in the world if that was the qualification. However, maybe it's not. She's probably looking for a male Italian opera singer. I took her to an Andrea Bocelli concert, and she thought Bocelli's son was good-looking and probably gets all the girls.

Anyway, I'm almost broke now so I see no reason she would hang around me for more money. Of course, maybe that's why she doesn't hang around me at all, only texts.

[Gary Childress]

In any case, I don't want anyone to miss out on some top-notch drivel I posted a few minutes ago in another forum after you told me to post somewhere else.

What I told you was you can post wherever as often as you like.

But since you're so dedicated to expressing your misery and your endless feud with god, you'd be better off in a misery forum where all the commiseration is mutual.

I prefer unloading my baggage on the sane. There were no "therapists" in neolithic times or anywhen else than these days. People used to converse about their problems with each other. Now whenever you talk to someone, they tell you to call Hazmat or something, like you're only fit for people to handle who are wearing radio-active protection suits and gloves or something.

[Gary Childress]

They say a fool and his money are soon parted. I'm obviously a fool. So I probably deserve it. I suppose some people you just can't place trust in. Some people are impervious to unconditional love and only take advantage of it. I thought unconditional love would prevail in the end, so I turned the other cheek. I let her continue to take advantage of me, I suppose. It was an interesting experiment. It failed miserably. I will never do it again. Indeed, I can't do it again because I'm almost broke. I have been stung and destroyed by another human being.

Perhaps, she didn't really mean to be that way. She was broke and unemployed. Things looked dim when she and I had discussions. Maybe she was desperate herself. I understand desperation. I stepped in to be the hero. Instead, I was a fool. I'll never not be that fool. My life is a shambles. I deserve to be in a shambles.

All I ask of God is to mend my shattered soul and let me find happiness somehow. However, I don't think there is a God in this world anyway. It's a waste of time. The world is a dumpster. You give all you have, and it means nothing.

[Gary Childress]

I call this my "corner" because corners in school were for "dunces," fools who couldn't be educated. Well, I'm a dunce. What else can I say?

[Dubious]

In any case, I don't want anyone to miss out on some top-notch drivel I posted a few minutes ago in another forum after you told me to post somewhere else.

What I told you was you can post wherever as often as you like.

But since you're so dedicated to expressing your misery and your endless feud with god, you'd be better off in a misery forum where all the commiseration is mutual.

I prefer unloading my baggage on the sane.

That's somewhat sadistic of you in spite of sanity never being a prerequisite on philosophy forums.

[Dubious]

The world is a dumpster.

On that we're in strict accord! I wonder, what would one call the species which made it into one. It certainly wasn't god!

[Gary Childress]

The world is a dumpster.

On that we're in strict accord! I wonder, what would one call the species which made it into one. It certainly wasn't god!

If there is no God, then I would call the species that made the world into a dumpster victims of fate.

[Gary Childress]

What I told you was you can post wherever as often as you like.

But since you're so dedicated to expressing your misery and your endless feud with god, you'd be better off in a misery forum where all the commiseration is mutual.

I prefer unloading my baggage on the sane.

That's somewhat sadistic of you in spite of sanity never being a prerequisite on philosophy forums.

Why do you say that? Are those in despair some kind of disease that we spread and infect others around us with it?

[Gary Childress]

I don't like the world God created. In the end, however, bickering with God is as futile a task as bickering with a rock in order to prevent it from rolling downhill. Or maybe there's no God at all. Perhaps that would be the most sensible approach.

Let's find out what God has to say about the matter.

...listening for God's input...

Nothing so far...