I'm not gonna make it, bros.
I took a job that destroyed my physical health. I lost at least ten pounds of muscle mass, my back is fucked, I have high blood pressure, and worst of all, I don't care. My libido is dropping, no one needs me, and I'm not competing anymore, so I kind of just want to die.
The way I'd probably do it would be to fast for a week or two and then hike out into the cold, under-dressed in an area where no one would find me in time.
Already did, motivation's still gone. I've always had drive but now it's just fucking gone.
Conveniently ignored the escort-ass-fucking suggestion. Why not? It puts you on a high. You'll have a solid good few weeks (or at least one) and you can gather yourself. Rinse and repeat.
Oh, sorry, I meant to respond.
I've been getting this thing with hook-ups in the last year or so where I just kind of get disheartened halfway through if I'm not actually into the girl as a person. N-no homo.
I did really well in high school, lost funding for engineering degree because I got sick and fucked up my grades. I've been saving back up by doing whatever work a HS grad can for decent money--mostly different types of construction at this point, though finding good gigs got harder once oil prices crashed. I'm a part time EMT on the side.
Funny you mention that. I've been living on the road for about a year and a half now, working and vacationing as I see fit. I'm tired of traveling alone, but I'm terrified of settling down alone.
My plan to go back to school is to move to Germany after saving up enough cash to have five or six years of student living expenses covered so as to satisfy the German student visa requirements. I found a school that does its engineering and medicine classes in English and I've started learning a bit of German with Duolingo, though this recent slump has seen me slacking considerably for the last few months.
I'd like to know more about you. Please answer:
Secret fetish: (be honest, this is 100% anon remember)
approximate net worth:
What did you used to "want to be":
Please answer bro.
Motivation isn't a thing. You don't need to find the motivation to eat, you do it because you need to.
You don't have to ask a Mongolian pubes exchange forum about breathing, you do it because you need to.
And believe me, you need to lift, you won't die physically is you don't. But mentally and emotionally. You'll die inside if you don't lift.
You already feel it, isn't? Slugginesh, yawning, feeling like there's no reason to get up in the morning, gray days. All symptoms of someone dead.
That job killed you.
You only have one thing left to do. You have to be reborn. Reborn of the ashes of the man you are. Reborn with the blood of of iron your gonna pump.
You can stay in your little grave, where is comfy, or you can crawl away. It's a hard road, with only one ally, your own body. Your body wants to lift, he'll make you regain those 10 lbs of lost muscle mass in less than a month because it wants to live(also muscle memory)
>Reborn of the ashes of the man you are.
Almost! Keep reading.
This sounds like something I would've typed a year or so ago. Thanks bro, I'm literally going to go run up a mountain with a weighted vest now--well, 30 minutes from now, I need to water-up and pack some protein bars and trail mix.
>for some competent qt3.14 grill to love me, and not just be interested in my physique and supposed mystique
>$15k, plus another $3k tied up in investments and a well-maintained vehicle
so you're saying working like an adult sent you spiraling into a deep depression because you're too NEET?
get your shit together, fag. If you can't handle a job, then there is something wrong with your mind and perspective. It's that YOU are a shitty person. no matter what the job is.
60 year old Mexicans work in warehouses lifting boxes all day. How shitty are you that you can't keep up with them?
I had a good job during the oil boom: I was a pipefitter. A tradesman. I did trigonometry and heavy lifting and made things with my hands. I worked 60+ hours a week in the bitter winter winds of North Dakota. When the oil crash hit, thousands of us lost our jobs. I got into road construction, which is mindless and not at all physical--they keep you just busy enough that you can't do anything else, but not so busy that you're actually working hard. The company was poorly organized and my schedule was all over the place: I had neither time for nor proximity to a consisted gym. A warehouse job would have been preferable.
Also, I have mad respect for old Mexican laborers, they can outwork most young Americans.
>I'm literally going to go run up a mountain with a weighted vest now
Do you guys want pictures of this when I get back, or don't you care that much?
*to a consistent gym
I'm making a fuck ton of typos today.