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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.
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.
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Eeek. Angel's angry.
*ducks*
*ducks*
Come on msn @ngel - we can chatter if ye likes.
Apple Crumble, I think you were a newbie when I left - cheers for the "welcome back".
Apple Crumble, I think you were a newbie when I left - cheers for the "welcome back".
Paradox: wrote:
> Whats wrong mum?
Usual relationship crap.
> Whats wrong mum?
Usual relationship crap.
Welcome back Paradox.
You probably don't even know me, but I've heard about you.
Glad to see you're felling better.
You probably don't even know me, but I've heard about you.
Glad to see you're felling better.
i'mattributé wrote:
> A Kyz return?
>
> Who'd've thought it?
It was inevitable, really.
The whole "I might not return" was just to make El Robin cry.
> A Kyz return?
>
> Who'd've thought it?
It was inevitable, really.
The whole "I might not return" was just to make El Robin cry.
oops, can't even speel roight
@ng3l wrote:
> Glad your happy, when things look up for others my life falls to
> pieces!
>
> Blooming great that!
Whats wrong mum?
> Glad your happy, when things look up for others my life falls to
> pieces!
>
> Blooming great that!
Whats wrong mum?
i'mattributé wrote:
> Elecshun?
>
> These new staffies don't know what one is.
>
> They don't even know WIMMEL
They wouldn't know a BEARDS if he sat on the fases.
> Elecshun?
>
> These new staffies don't know what one is.
>
> They don't even know WIMMEL
They wouldn't know a BEARDS if he sat on the fases.
English_Bloke wrote:
> Just in time to steal the election from yourself FFF. That's why
> you're angry. I see right through you. You can't lie to me. These
> eyes cannot be wool-pulled.
Asses.
And I knitted a hat especially, too.
Well, I stabbed a sheep with some knitting needles. Close enough.
> Just in time to steal the election from yourself FFF. That's why
> you're angry. I see right through you. You can't lie to me. These
> eyes cannot be wool-pulled.
Asses.
And I knitted a hat especially, too.
Well, I stabbed a sheep with some knitting needles. Close enough.
Elecshun?
These new staffies don't know what one is.
They don't even know WIMMEL
These new staffies don't know what one is.
They don't even know WIMMEL
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