And their Steam profile is like: Factorio 832 hours played 117 hours in the last two weeks
832 hours… What is this kindergarten?
If you don’t have 5,000 hours in factorio, can you even call yourself an engineer?
What if you’re an engineer who knows about Factorio and also knows a few things about your own psyche, and therefore have 0.0 hours played?
Then you’re a smarter person than I, my friend.
This is why I warn my friends not to play factorio. I’m not strong enough to lead by example, but I can definitely live as a warning.
I kind of want to try it. Especially once we get closer to winter. I could test my ability to still work on some planned indoor tech projects while Factorio is installed on my computer.
I bet I’d pass that test.
… unless preying on such hubris is how the factory gets you! Maybe the real test is knowing the only way to win is to not play at all!
I’m assuming satisfactory also applies. Any game you might whip out spreadsheets tbh.
THE FACTORY MIST GROW DEPRESSION BE DAMNED
The games are probably a necessary distraction from the bad thing
The bad thing was a different Factorio save-file taking a really dark turn.
Look if I tell you about my impending suicide it’s going to make everything worse for both of us
Not suicide. But one time, I ate something so bad I diarrhea’d nonstop. Practically ghosted my friend for a whole week because I was quietly dying from pooping my insides. Oh, and the SMELL.
Anyways, when I saw them again, the thought did cross my mind. Easier to tell them suicide rather than explain that I couldn’t stop projectile shitting everywhere.
Look, it was exhausting explaining a similar situation in the past and we just don’t feel like going through the explanation phase right after dealing with the bad thing.
The idea that women can’t be just as emotionally unavailable and fucked up as men is laughable. Women are simply forced to pass and simulate the acceptable emotions you want them to have.
This post describes me down to the letter. Friends have issues with it but over time they’ve come to understand it’s just how I am. In men, its stoic. In women, you’re a cold bitch.
Or one can always smile, always laugh, always demure, always dissemble, always hide, always mask, always be emotionally removed.
That sounds tiring, doesn’t wearing that heavy of a mask constantly start itching the soul?
My point is that when women are withdrawn and emotionally unavailable, they are more likely to have been conditioned to present (and perhaps are more capable of presenting) a false face so that those around them are not aware in the first place. And yes, it’s known to be incredibly fatiguing, sometimes to the point where you can’t really do anything else.
Because nobody cares. And if he does start talking about it, he’s unmanly. Yes, to women too.
I’ve had no less than 3 women dump me directly after crying in front of them. Married one that has no issue with that, but still…
Boo fucking hoo. Be unmanly. What has being manly ever gotten you? If you weren’t so concerned about appearing manly, you wouldn’t give a shit about that. That’s your toxic masculinity as much as it is whomever is shaming you.
Ah yes, their support network refusing to support them if they dont fit the mold someone else has instilled upon them. Definitely self inflicted.
Yeah. Those advocates for gender norms who says girls can be anything too will immediately tell you to “man up” at the first sign of weakness. How about we knock out gender norms both ways?
Guess what im doing with my problems now? And im also not sharing my solutions to said problems after theyre resolved because itll be a “why didnt you handle that sooner?” Or some other bullshit about how you could have prevented it from even starting
Would you rather me tell you about the tank of helium and the bag and hoses I bought and then returned, or do you just want to go back to playing cards and getting on with things?
i thought i was the only one who thought of that…
<3
Good example.
Made the right choice BTW, stay strong.
I don’t know if it was strength or not. I fell in love. Went to visit a friend I have known for 20 years but never met in person. Intended for it to be a goodbye. Plan was to go see him, get back home, mail the letters, drive to the ocean, and watch the sea as it happened. Even bought clear bags to make sure I could see it.
Fell in love with him while I was there. Not sure if that’ll work out or not, but it gave me a reason to live. And if it doesn’t work out, it means there might be other reasons to live still out there. I had only ever had the one reason, it was an honest to surprise to find out there could be another.
The key is that you persist. I call it survival or I like to say, despite whatever is going on, “yet I still persist”. Finding new and different reasons to help you maintain this persistence are also very important. Stay here don’t leave. That’s it.
I hope you continue to find new reasons.
Exactly. I couldn’t agree more.
When killing yourself the right thing to do is to set it up some piano wire in such a way that you’re able to sever your own head, AFTER supergluing your hands to the side of your head.
Its crucial that you have a friend that’s in on it so that they can remove the piano wire when they “stumble” on to your dead body, and the investigators struggle to figure out how and why your ripped your own head off.
Do me a favor and practice what you preach.
Translation: “Something happened in the part of my life I don’t tell you about, but I handled it.”
Walter?
Put your dick away waltuh
“Wh-why do you gotta b-be such a, a bitch all the time?!”
Ive got the opposite problem of a lot of the comments here. When I go away alone for some time to think about things. When I come back I people genuinely care more than I do.
When people try and ask whats going on i dont want to share anything with them because ive already thought it through and I dont want to think about it anymore and return to my daily routine.
I dont know why this is but whenever i do something that isnt being happy or relaxed or whenever i share any thoughts or feelings that are slightly sad or negative people react like I just told them I’m considering killing myself. Then they get upset and I have to spend time and energy comforting them and reassuring them that I’m fine. So far all my partners have been like this and I’m really hoping this isnt normal because it makes me not want to find another relationship.
If it helps at all, I was in this situation in my former long term relationship and my current partner isn’t like that in the slightest.
That is reassuring. I’ll have to do something to filter those people out like cry on the first date lol.
That is likely to scare away even people that would be fine with it 2 months in. Most people are not trying to become your therapist on day 1.
They were Isekaid and turned into a slime that had sex with everything that moved.
But they returned now and don’t want to talk about the orgies. They miss em.
everything that moved.
Why limit yourself?
r u me?
Long before my time, my WW2 veteran grandfather checked himself into the psych ward at the local hospital, spent several weeks there, then discharged himself voluntarily and never spoke of it again. The mental health stigma was real.
If I got kidnapped into an epic space/fantasy adventure for several months, and then suddenly got dropped back on earth at the exact time in place I was taken from, I’d probably say this too.
Like, I’ve just been through the craziest adventure of my life, and I’d really like to talk about it, but you wouldn’t believe a word I had to say.
And all that timey-wimey shit
Some Farscape type of adventure. I could definitely see that happening at the end
Have you been reading Slaughterhouse 5? Perhaps you have become unstuck in time?
We do the same shit:
Girl, you don’t want to know. Anyways, I saw that new hairstyle! Who’s doing yours‽
Diarrhea
Not the fun type neither
There’s other types?
oh dude, wait until your first colonoscopy. there’s types
kinda types
maybe you should ask
The real problem is that when they do ask, the answer invariably leads to the person leaving for good. Yeah, I get it. I’m not fucking perfect, and I can’t even protect myself most of the time. Doesn’t mean that I should lose everyone that supposedly cares about me because I cracked for a few minutes.
When I have asked I get the, “Yeah dude, totally, I’ll be there for you, you just say the word, you say the time.”
So I say the word and I say the time and they’re like, “Oh man, that’s real bad. I’ve got this thing, and there’s like this thing that’s going on, and like, it’s just not a good time for me.”
So I say, “Okay, so how about this time instead?”
And it’s like, “Oh man, oh no, I feel like such an ass, but that time doesn’t work for me either!”
Then I go into problem-solving mode, "Well okay, so why don’t you pick a time, and I’ll work around your schedule? "
And they’re like, “I don’t know man, I’m just being here for you. You tell me when.”
And so I pick a third time and they’re like, “Ah geez, ah, oh no, oh man.”
And you can tell me that I’ve got bad friends, and you can tell me that I have done a poor job in accumulating friendships and people who are there for me and who love me, and you can blame me for the fact that I cannot get help all you want to.
That’s not going to keep the bullet out of my fucking head.
“Ah geez, ah, oh no, oh man”
My mom was a man?
Good for… Them?
