kroenen
Regimen Morum
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You know, a while back there was someone here giving away a PS4 Pro and at the time I really fucking wanted to play Horizon Zero Dawn. For a brief fraction of a second, I figured there was probably a sure fire way to win that thing. Thankfully I have some small shred of dignity in me still somehow and also the knowledge that even my fucking tits have problems that prevent them from being assets, so I don’t even have that going for me.
Natalie Dormer's tits.I am having a hard time imagining some tits that someone wouldn't like. At the end of the day, they're tits, and some tits are better than no tits.
Well, it might change your plans a bit, but if you've never tried them, they're pretty nice.Is this a challenge?
In a striking validation of "tits are tits", she married this guy.Natalie Dormer's tits.
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Yeah I'm guessing the first he saw them wasn't when she went topless in S2 of Game of Thrones. Also wouldn't be surprised if she had them augmented once she stopped baring them for the silver screen, or else he was counting on pregnancy to fix them.
It's not easy but it is simple. Considering how deep a pit you're in you're probably gonna be miserable for a while, especially with this absurd lack of self-esteem you have and the fact that you're still cohabitating with your manchild (ex?)husband. Yes exercise helps but it's not a magical cure-all, nothing is. You just keep trying to make little bits of forward progress and then one day you realize you're starting to occasionally feel happy again.Another shit day. It’s pretty much all shit days at this point. Whoever said exercise helps with this shit was lying because it’s not fucking working. Nothing ever does. I don’t know what the fuck else I’m supposed to do. I’m eating better, I’m working out, I’m going to therapy, I just can’t press the magic button that makes me just have some bullshit positive outlook because there’s nothing to be positive about. I’m stuck in a shit job, paid too much for a shitty house that I’m still sharing with my shitty jobless husband, still stuck with my dumbass shitty face, still dealing with all my shitty health problems, still possed off at my shitty family who’d be better off without me. The only good things are the damn cats, which is just the road to being a shitty stereotype.
I don’t get how anyone gets out of this. Everyone makes it sound so easy. Oh just ignore reality and be a happy dumbass and pretend everything’s just fucking fine. Everything sucks but it’ll all be fixed with the power of just fucking smiling. Horseshit.
You've gotta look at shit like this as trending in a direction. Our lives build up a crazy amount of inertia, and no matter what we do, that takes a lot of time and effort to overcome. I'm lazier and fatter than I should be. If I spent 40 years building bad habits that made me lazy and fat, nothing I do today, this week, or this month can possibly fix that. BUT, what I can do today is stop getting lazier and fatter. I can't magic up 40 years of quality habits, but I can stop or at least slow the degradation. I can change the slope of the line.Whoever said exercise helps with this shit was lying because it’s not fucking working.
Theres lots of good advice in this thread but I wanted to comment on this specifically.Oh just ignore reality and be a happy dumbass and pretend everything’s just fucking fine. Everything sucks but it’ll all be fixed with the power of just fucking smiling. Horseshit.
Another shit day. It’s pretty much all shit days at this point. Whoever said exercise helps with this shit was lying because it’s not fucking working. Nothing ever does. I don’t know what the fuck else I’m supposed to do. I’m eating better, I’m working out, I’m going to therapy, I just can’t press the magic button that makes me just have some bullshit positive outlook because there’s nothing to be positive about. I’m stuck in a shit job, paid too much for a shitty house that I’m still sharing with my shitty jobless husband, still stuck with my dumbass shitty face, still dealing with all my shitty health problems, still possed off at my shitty family who’d be better off without me. The only good things are the damn cats, which is just the road to being a shitty stereotype.
I don’t get how anyone gets out of this. Everyone makes it sound so easy. Oh just ignore reality and be a happy dumbass and pretend everything’s just fucking fine. Everything sucks but it’ll all be fixed with the power of just fucking smiling. Horseshit.
I don't smile, ever. I also feel like I'm one of the more perpetually depressed people on the planet. I gave up hope on happiness a long time ago. Fuck happiness. Happiness ain't the goal.
Content. That's a far better word for what I am. Content. Things can suck, that's fine. You're never gonna be happy that things suck, but you can be content with yourself and your situation. There are a lot of things I can't change, and every time I start making some progress on shit, life has a way of kicking me square in the balls. I'm not gonna be happy. I don't aim to be happy. I just aim to accept the shit I can't change, and I try to work on the shit I can.
Be zen with shit you can't change. Keep eating right, keep exercising, and find someone to plow you in the next room until your retard ex husband moves out.