Aw shit nigga!

thats all a matter of opinion.

I'm glad I'm not the only one in that boat.

Yowch.

Stings.


Same thing happened to one of my best friends. Ex-girlfriend hooked up almost immediately afterwards (he actually suspects that she might have been cheating prior to the break). But he's got a new girlfriend now, too- so- enh.

If I've learned anything via observation however, is that it's to just do your best to keep yourself occupied, and just move on. Dwelling on it fosters regret, and potentially a yearning to get back together- in which those on again/off again relationships quite simply never work out (unlike the idyllic Ross/Rachel just-so-happens-to-finally-fall-into-place).

I say distraction, but I suppose time alone to ponder these things can help to. Let you draw your conclusions, and ultimately pull yourself together. But different people work different ways.

Yeah, I'm rambling.

Told you I wasn't an ace at this stuff.

Why do I insist on talking about things that I have no idea what I'm talking about. I should go into politics.

EDIT: @Loner

Yeah- it's mostly the reality that I haven't the strength nor endurance that I used to before my accident. What with it being nerve/spinal damage, there's not much chance that I'll ever get back up to 100% capacity.

I love my job, but I can't deny that it's been a lot tougher.

Well, he said it's not serious and it's mostly a palate-cleanser/rebound, and ... I have no idea why that even matters, someone shoot me. x_x... A few guys have been flirting with me, and.. it still feels... weird. I used to be all over that kind of attention and now it just feels exhausting.

I know your other post was to Loner, but have you tried getting Disability? You could probably qualify.

Well, your wounds are still relatively fresh. Feels heal slowly. But they eventually do.


That was three years ago. A year of physiotherapy and I've been declared fit to work- I just can't pull 16 hour days and lug 800 pound crates like I used to. I lost 40 pounds of muscle mass that first summer in hospital, and have been slowly trying to gain it back (the first year, I couldn't even move my arm- it's remarkable progress that I'm able to even lift 30 pounds with it now).

I don't feel sad. I'm too confused or too deep in denial to feel sad. I don't know which anymore.

Yikes, I'm sorry D: What kind of art do you do?

A pensive state of mind often walks alongside a melancholic one.

I used to draw, but brain damage has put a stop to that. My creativity is now jittery, mostly dead with the rare, sputtering flare.

My job is a construction worker, specialty being carpentry.

Brain damage?! Or is that tied with the spinal/nerve damage? Good God, man, what the hell have you been doing?!

Oh, that makes sense.

Assuming something fell on you or you for god knows what reason, leapt off of one of those high-rise beams...

dat rock in da railroad...

I was on vacation and Michael Bay happened.



Severe concussion, two cracked ribs, broken elbow, two broken vertebrae in the neck, some other stuff.

I was declared dead for a few minutes.




































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Good God O___O Congratulations on surviving!

Given my connection, I'm too lazy to fire up Youtube again- but pretend that I posted 'I will survive' here.

Will do.

-clears throat-

lol-@-late-70's-breakup-song-used-to-highlight-unlikely-yet-triumphant-accident-survival.

.....


I'm bad at this.

You'll get better. Don't worry.

Yay~