Toasthead
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Some really incredible things have happened to me this past week, I got offered a full time job, with health care and a 401k and at a much higher wage than anyone else doing the same job for them. I don’t know how I did, I barely tried honestly, I wasn’t sure if I even wanted it because the job listing said it paid less than my current job per hour and I felt my time was worth more than that, but it turns out all I had to do was haggle a bit and I’m only taking a $0.50 decrease in my hourly wage by taking the job, but I’ll be getting a consistent 30-45hours a week as apposed to my current job giving me anywhere from 3-25 hours a week (yeah it’s that inconsistent I feel like a day laborer). I really liked my current job, but it was an offer I couldn’t refuse honestly. I finished submitting my new hire paperwork today and I actually did it all first thing today instead of my usual of putting it off until later. I know that sounds like no biggie, but that’s a huge step for me.
I stepped on the scale this morning and I’ve lost 14 pounds since I started keto. I feel great and I’m much more focused and confident. I’ve been working really hard to stick with my diet and it really shows. I feel like a new man and it feels super weird to be this positive and happy all the time so it’s like my brain is constantly trying to find some way to make me feel bad again.
The biggest change though is that I think I might be seriously looking at moving out with my best friend and his girlfriend. We came up with the idea last night. My friend figured that I’m looking to move out, his girlfriend wants to move out, and he wants to move in with her so we figured why not live together and split the rent? I mean we all get along relatively well. I practically lived with Brenden during quarantine when we had no jobs and nothing better to do than smoke weed and play video games so why not? We looked at some listings and the first place I looked at was perfect none of the other ones even compare, it’s a super nice 2 bed 2 bath apartment that was built only 2 years ago and it comes with a ton of amenities, and it’s well within our budget. If all goes well we could all be moved out in June. It’s a huge step up and it could be a serious stepping stone in each of our lives.
I’m so excited for all these changes, but at the same time I’m really scared. My friend and I are both growing up and becoming responsible. He’s gonna stop smoking weed per his girlfriend’s wishes which I respect, I’m gonna have health insurance, I mean just holy crap I wasn’t expecting things to get so serious in our lives this quickly. I know this change is necessary, but I’m terrified, I’m afraid that things won’t be as good as they used to, we won’t be as free or have as much fun, I know it happens eventually, but I just thought we had more time.
Even if we end up moving in together, which still isn’t set in stone our full time jobs mean my friend and I won’t get to hang out as much, at least for a while. And again I know it’s necessary, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. I’m gonna try to use this time by myself to write some screenplays, work on my comedy routine and try to branch out more so my that my best friend isn’t my only friend. I’ve been playing the new COD in my spare time, I’m hoping I’ll meet some online friends that like playing that stuff with me, my best bud’s not as into it as I am. I know it’s not the best way to make friends, but that’s really my only option until my open mic bar opens up again, I’d go to another bar, but I don’t really drink anymore so it’d just be sipping a water all night and talking to drunk people while I roll a joint, which honestly doesn’t sound that bad now that I think about it.
It just feels so weird to feel so crappy about good things and at the same time feel excited about it. I don’t even know how to define the emotion. They say people recovering from depression often miss feeling depressed, because they’ve been depressed for so long they feel it defines them and feeling crappy all the time is their comfort zone. I wonder if maybe what I’m feeling is similar to that. I’m changing for the better and there’s a part of me that doesn’t want it, and would rather go back to feeling depressed and anxious all the time so people feel sorry for me and I hate that so much. I don’t ever want to be the person I was again, but that part of me just won’t stop putting down every one of my accomplishments and making me feel like I can’t do anything right, even though I’ve more than proven myself.
I’ve come a long way, but my demons just keep trying to drag me down to darker places where they can survive and my spirit can’t. I don’t know if that makes any sense, but it just sucks that I finally get the biggest break of my entire life and my anxiety just won’t let me enjoy it. I just feel like an imposter that doesn’t deserve to be happy even though I know it’s not true.
I’m curious if anyone else relates to this feeling, my friend is really understanding, but I don’t think he gets the full scope of this. I just want to know I’m not alone, that this is normal, that I’m not just making this up in my head or crazy. I guess that’s always my reason for posting here. I just don’t want to feel like I’m alone in this.
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I stepped on the scale this morning and I’ve lost 14 pounds since I started keto. I feel great and I’m much more focused and confident. I’ve been working really hard to stick with my diet and it really shows. I feel like a new man and it feels super weird to be this positive and happy all the time so it’s like my brain is constantly trying to find some way to make me feel bad again.
The biggest change though is that I think I might be seriously looking at moving out with my best friend and his girlfriend. We came up with the idea last night. My friend figured that I’m looking to move out, his girlfriend wants to move out, and he wants to move in with her so we figured why not live together and split the rent? I mean we all get along relatively well. I practically lived with Brenden during quarantine when we had no jobs and nothing better to do than smoke weed and play video games so why not? We looked at some listings and the first place I looked at was perfect none of the other ones even compare, it’s a super nice 2 bed 2 bath apartment that was built only 2 years ago and it comes with a ton of amenities, and it’s well within our budget. If all goes well we could all be moved out in June. It’s a huge step up and it could be a serious stepping stone in each of our lives.
I’m so excited for all these changes, but at the same time I’m really scared. My friend and I are both growing up and becoming responsible. He’s gonna stop smoking weed per his girlfriend’s wishes which I respect, I’m gonna have health insurance, I mean just holy crap I wasn’t expecting things to get so serious in our lives this quickly. I know this change is necessary, but I’m terrified, I’m afraid that things won’t be as good as they used to, we won’t be as free or have as much fun, I know it happens eventually, but I just thought we had more time.
Even if we end up moving in together, which still isn’t set in stone our full time jobs mean my friend and I won’t get to hang out as much, at least for a while. And again I know it’s necessary, but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. I’m gonna try to use this time by myself to write some screenplays, work on my comedy routine and try to branch out more so my that my best friend isn’t my only friend. I’ve been playing the new COD in my spare time, I’m hoping I’ll meet some online friends that like playing that stuff with me, my best bud’s not as into it as I am. I know it’s not the best way to make friends, but that’s really my only option until my open mic bar opens up again, I’d go to another bar, but I don’t really drink anymore so it’d just be sipping a water all night and talking to drunk people while I roll a joint, which honestly doesn’t sound that bad now that I think about it.
It just feels so weird to feel so crappy about good things and at the same time feel excited about it. I don’t even know how to define the emotion. They say people recovering from depression often miss feeling depressed, because they’ve been depressed for so long they feel it defines them and feeling crappy all the time is their comfort zone. I wonder if maybe what I’m feeling is similar to that. I’m changing for the better and there’s a part of me that doesn’t want it, and would rather go back to feeling depressed and anxious all the time so people feel sorry for me and I hate that so much. I don’t ever want to be the person I was again, but that part of me just won’t stop putting down every one of my accomplishments and making me feel like I can’t do anything right, even though I’ve more than proven myself.
I’ve come a long way, but my demons just keep trying to drag me down to darker places where they can survive and my spirit can’t. I don’t know if that makes any sense, but it just sucks that I finally get the biggest break of my entire life and my anxiety just won’t let me enjoy it. I just feel like an imposter that doesn’t deserve to be happy even though I know it’s not true.
I’m curious if anyone else relates to this feeling, my friend is really understanding, but I don’t think he gets the full scope of this. I just want to know I’m not alone, that this is normal, that I’m not just making this up in my head or crazy. I guess that’s always my reason for posting here. I just don’t want to feel like I’m alone in this.
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