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"I'm happier"

I really was at a sort of crossroads in my life a while ago. Basically I realised I needed to change something, but it wasn’t at all obvious what that something was. There were three paths I could’ve chosen to take – either remaining my same depressed and glumly following the beaten track, getting some guts and committing suicide, or finding something that made me happy and sticking with it. Thankfully I chose the latter.

The question of what made my happy was a daunting one, I tended to dwell so much on the things I disliked that I didn’t really realise what I did like. However I did a lot of soul-searching and ‘found’ myself, as it were. I’m an angst-filled metal head who enjoys music, sex and debating. To satisfy my first need I went to a metal gig at Leeds Cockpit and saw 18 visions, bullet for my valentine and 36 Crazy Fists thrashing guitars to death. This was the first time in my life I have been in a proper mosh pit, and I absolutely loved it. You’d be surprised how therapeutic having your face pounded by a 7-foot tall bearded guy who looked awkwardly like Jesus is. Ears ringing and bruised all over I strode through Leeds city centre a happy man. A footnote appropriate here is how friendly the mosh pit actually is. If you don’t want to be battered and bruised you stand to the side and nobody bothers you, however if you’re in the pit you’re fair game and some fat guy with a tattoo might, and probably will, take a pot-shot at you.

I also met a girl at the gig, who is now my girlfriend, and duly satisfies the sex side of things. It’s quite strange how one night can change so much about a person’s life, but since this gig I have felt so much better about life. Not once have I held my heavy head and sobbed about the wretchedness of it all, I’m actually happy. The whole university thing doesn’t frighten me as it did before, I’m looking forward to meeting new people and the whole independence thing. I also like my job more now after being promoted to head pizza chef on Saturday nights, which is rather good. Also my driving lessons are actually progressing and I’m feeling confidence.

The once thing seemingly lacking is the debate side of things, which is why I turn to you, now, in need of the sustenance my mind requires to make me feel more complete (mostly life forum, actually, but yeah). The time I took away was amazingly beneficial, but I think I need these forums to make me feel at home.

I apologise for being such a moody so-and-so before I parted, hopefully I’m much more amiable now.

I really was at a sort of crossroads in my life a while ago. Basically I realised I needed to change something, but it wasn’t at all obvious what that something was. There were three paths I could’ve chosen to take – either remaining my same depressed and glumly following the beaten track, getting some guts and committing suicide, or finding something that made me happy and sticking with it. Thankfully I chose the latter.

The question of what made my happy was a daunting one, I tended to dwell so much on the things I disliked that I didn’t really realise what I did like. However I did a lot of soul-searching and ‘found’ myself, as it were. I’m an angst-filled metal head who enjoys music, sex and debating. To satisfy my first need I went to a metal gig at Leeds Cockpit and saw 18 visions, bullet for my valentine and 36 Crazy Fists thrashing guitars to death. This was the first time in my life I have been in a proper mosh pit, and I absolutely loved it. You’d be surprised how therapeutic having your face pounded by a 7-foot tall bearded guy who looked awkwardly like Jesus is. Ears ringing and bruised all over I strode through Leeds city centre a happy man. A footnote appropriate here is how friendly the mosh pit actually is. If you don’t want to be battered and bruised you stand to the side and nobody bothers you, however if you’re in the pit you’re fair game and some fat guy with a tattoo might, and probably will, take a pot-shot at you.

I also met a girl at the gig, who is now my girlfriend, and duly satisfies the sex side of things. It’s quite strange how one night can change so much about a person’s life, but since this gig I have felt so much better about life. Not once have I held my heavy head and sobbed about the wretchedness of it all, I’m actually happy. The whole university thing doesn’t frighten me as it did before, I’m looking forward to meeting new people and the whole independence thing. I also like my job more now after being promoted to head pizza chef on Saturday nights, which is rather good. Also my driving lessons are actually progressing and I’m feeling confidence.

The once thing seemingly lacking is the debate side of things, which is why I turn to you, now, in need of the sustenance my mind requires to make me feel more complete (mostly life forum, actually, but yeah). The time I took away was amazingly beneficial, but I think I need these forums to make me feel at home.

I apologise for being such a moody so-and-so before I parted, hopefully I’m much more amiable now.

See, you just needed to get some.

As for the debate. Head over to the "size of penis" thread. That's a deep one.

I laff. I laff alot.



Maybe I laff too much.

Hey, good to hear you feeling better.

Pleasure/pain theory in effect. He's happy, I'm unhappy. Then again, I've never truly been happy anyway.

I'm not a teenager anymore, so do I even have an excuse for being miserable, staying awake at night worrying and becoming more and more withdrawn with each passing week? Hope so, otherwise I'm just some sort of lone nut.

These forums are like a little security blanket :)

Nice to hear that you are getting yourself together and enjoying things these days.

Ah, my notion of inescapable ebb'n'flow in action. I like to call it the Theory of The Epitide.

I'm glad to hear things have picked up for you, though.

Thanks and stuff :-D

Stop smiling. It's not healthy.

Oh... good for you.

I HAVEN'T HAD SEX FOR MONTHS