<!--QuoteBegin-SentrySteve+Aug 1 2005, 08:58 AM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (SentrySteve @ Aug 1 2005, 08:58 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> <!--QuoteBegin-Owen!+Aug 1 2005, 12:31 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Owen! @ Aug 1 2005, 12:31 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> are you pulling some kind of low joke, because if so you're about as successful as a chocolate fireguard. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> I did see this movie once, I think it was called "The Game." Pretty much, this group of rich people would all get together and conspire against some guy. Anyone else see this? Then went as far as to kill people (might have been faking killing, not sure tbh) and get into car cashes with him etc.
This could be happening to you as well. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Off Topic IMAO! <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wow.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Yeah I saw that movie... alone... big mistake. I was ridiculously paranoid for several hours before common sense returned. (I wish I had a video recording of me during that period and of my insane interaction with the first sensical human right after; I'd get first place on Amercia's Funniest Home Videos for sure)
<!--QuoteBegin-Mantrid+--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Mantrid)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->Well, I'll bet that laughing would do you some good.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> Good advice.
…Ok Owen, you aren't the only person who has been depressed and had parents disown them (btw, I think you are most likely misinterpreting what your parents are saying and that it’s you in-fact who is driving them crazy). All I'm hearing when you speak is all "me me me" and "poor me" "poor crazy depressed me I want attention." It's like hearing a toddler whine for attention. Owen you have no idea how amazingly selfish you're being. There are millions, MILLIONS of people starving to death right now. And there are even more who would give anything for a chance to live. What about all of those victims of genocide in the world? They wanted to live but had that taken away from them.
I'm sorry if this comes off as offensive but I'm speaking the truth when I say that is weak and pathetic. <b>Grow up dude.</b> Seriously.
If you are a real man then you'll say to yourself: "Hey this sucks and I'm going to do something about it. Being depresses sucks. I'm going to move out of my parent's house, get a job and a place to live. And above all else I'm going to enjoy life."
Two quotes for you:
"Actions speak louder than words."
and my life philosophy quote (actually I'm quoting my dad on this) I live by (meaning I try to apply it to <i>everything</i> I do):
"Just have fun and do your best"
<!--QuoteBegin-DrFuzzy+--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (DrFuzzy)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->I've been stuck in that state for a long long time. I got over it by getting a job, meeting new people, and just trying to ignore my thoughts. Once I did that, things seem a bit better for me. I still get in a 'screw that I don’t feel like going anywhere with my friends' a lot of the time, but I just force myself up and go, and end up having a blast.
If that doesn’t work for you, just sit tight for awhile, you will meet someone who you love to hang out with. I met a few in the past month, so I'm always busy. Only time I get online anymore is at night when they all go to sleep. I don’t sleep much anymore
I had it bad about 2 years ago. I was already depressed, add parents getting divorced, breaking ankle jumping dirtbike (That will really mess with your mind, breaking something makes you feel so worthless especially something that keeps you from walking) and thus losing my favorite possession in the world: dirtbike, losing contact with all my friends because I couldn’t walk or do anything, and the usual constant harassment from school. ALL of that within a months period. Add it all up, I was feeling utterly destroyed. Dunno what I would do without my computer, keeps me from suicide sometimes I think. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> See Owen? We've all had periods of depression in our lives and will have them again. Excuse me for saying so but what the hell makes you so special?! If your strong you'll get serious with yourself and get active, not letting is weigh you down.
Tell you what Owen, why don't you put down the depressant drugs ( <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink-fix.gif' /><!--endemo--> jk, I have no idea if you have a drinkign problem although drinking can make depression much, much worse), get up early tomorrow, clean yourself up (shower, shave, nice clothes, etc.), go exercise (ie: go run 10 miles or swim as many laps as you can in 20min), and then do something fun with some friends (movie, paintball, whatever... just something active). Just ignore everything and have fun for 24hrs and then the next day think about what you are going to do to improve your life and stop feeling sorry for yourself. Make a list of your gifts and positive traits. <i>Do something</i> for Christ's sake.
(disclaimer: just an expression, not saying you have to believe in Jesus Christ although it should be noted that a strong religion whatever it is can help you get through depression)
Owen you're a lot strong and smarter than you give yourself credit for. I mean it. Most suicide victims fail to reach out and talk to people. They tend to isolate themselves which then allows shame and depression to amplify and reverberate with no brakes to slow it down until enough brain cells die that they self-destruct. Suicide out of self pity is the ultimate selfish act in my opinion. But you have the wisdom and intelligence to reach out to the NSF community and (unadmittedly) in a subconscious cry for help. Give yourself some credit.
This is also a testimate to how the NS community remains one of the strongest internet communities on Earth. Bravo to all who have shown they care. It is kind of said jokingly how much the NS communities love/care for each other but it really is true that the amount of love for other NS people is unusually extraordinary for a virtual communication network of friends.
Don't give up. That's my advice - things change; you'll change, your environment will change, the world will change. I think it's often necessary to plough through some s**t and once you've done that, you can start looking at changing your clothes and having a wash. Just don't stop, or else you'll be stuck in that crap. There is light, it's just a matter of time; just don't give in or up.
Day 7... my welsh corgi died this morning. I've gone on a 20 mile run, I feel less depressed now than i was when this all fell down, but now it's weird that i have to get back on track.
I dont like myself anymore, It's emo and I hate it for what it is. My mind is stuck in selfless contemplation of wanting to help, but i know the reality is that it wouldn't be accepted. I've dropped, below the level of sanity, I can see it happening infront of me. I get out of the shower shivering and long faced, look to the mirror and see somebody who's a coward. my hands shake, there's a constant lump in my throat. what's wrong with me? I've just... I've fallen.
Here's a tip from a fellow dentist of mine from Bohemia last summer.
If you look at the sea and see water is it there, or are you actually looking at the bright reflection of sandy beaches along a winter path of happiness?
[13:24] <WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW> if someone wants to get banned [13:24] <WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW> please post [13:24] <WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW> athena is a man, get over it [13:24] <WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW> or something like that [13:24] <WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW> or, go kill yourself
Jeb had just stepped off the interplanetary personal transporter when he heard a siren blaring loudly. Even though this was his first time he would be in a combat situation Jeb knew exactly what that sound meant. Jeb had just arrived on mining installation 2c20m2c. A dark and foreboding moon orbiting a dead planet in a binary star system lifetimes away from Jeb's home. But at this moment such things didn't matter to Jeb. Surrounding him was complete chaos. Men and the bug creatures (or Kharaa as he had been taught in his training) were dropping dead left and right. Gunfire and inhuman screams filled the air and forced out all other sound or thought from Jeb's head. Jeb picked up his rifle and began firing, but nothing happened. Remembering his training Jeb quickly unlatched the safety mechanism and unleashed a hail of bullets at the closest bug creature, killing it instantly. But something felt wrong in Jeb's head. He didn't experience the thrill of the kill or the adrenaline of combat. No, all Jeb felt was remorse for the creature he had just reduced to liquidy green chunks. Jeb knew inside his heart that what he had done was wrong and that if given a chance these bugs, these Kharaa, could live peacefully with man. Jeb knew what he must do. He must seek out their hive, bread with their women, and in time their differences would be forgotten.
Jeb threw his rifle down and began stumbling blindly through the infested mining caverns until he came upon a lone gorge quietly toiling away at the building of some chamber, unaware of Jeb's quiet approach. Jeb stealthily crept up to the gorge and began to gently pet it, but just as Jeb's hand touched the gorges back the gorge jumped away startled and made a hissing sound at Jeb. Once the gorge saw that Jeb had no intention to hurt him though he stopped hissing and began staring silently at Jeb. Jeb used this opportunity to pet the gorge more. At this point Jeb had a thought, if he and the gorge are to breed and end the terrible Kharaa-Human war that the gorge should be given a name. Jeb thought while continuing to stroke the scaly back of the gorge, which the gorge was seeming to be begin to enjoy. Eventually Jeb decided on a name, "Garry."
After petting Garry for a while, Jeb knew by the look in the little gorge's eyes that it was time. Jeb first removed his heavy TSA issue body armory, next he removed his pants, shirt, and underwear. By now Jeb was already fully erect, fueled by thoughts of the intercourse he would be soon having with his new alien friend. When Garry first caught sight of Jeb's full and glistening member he seemed apprehensive and refused to go near it. But after a bit of coaxing Jeb had managed to get Garry to accept his **** into his mouth. After a short round of Alien-Human fellatio Jeb decided it was time to complete the deed. He turned Garry around and lifted his little gorgy bottom into the air. Jeb grasped his **** and began to push it into whatever orifice Garry had back there. The hole was tight, very tight. Jeb kept on pushing and broke through what he assumed was Garry's gorge- hymen. Garry squealed in pain and pleasure. Garry and Jeb continued their act for a while until Jeb felt that he had done his job to end the wars. Jeb held Garry in his arms lovingly for the next few hours until he was found by skulk defenders and eviscerated. THE END <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
No longer playing seriously after the season 6 finals fiasco, but still clanning because scrims and matches are all that is truly fun in NS. Incidentally, I do not regret Exigent's decision to forfeit that match. To play a finals match on a completely unfair playing field is to make a total mockery of serious competition.
If this thread were a withering newborn pony, still covered in placenta, I would put a bullet through its head to prevent it from turning into this glimpse of the apocalypse it has become.
<!--QuoteBegin-reasa+Aug 4 2005, 03:29 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (reasa @ Aug 4 2005, 03:29 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> If this thread were a withering newborn pony, still covered in placenta, I would put a bullet through its head to prevent it from turning into this glimpse of the apocalypse it has become. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> maybe you should go to my psychiatrist... he's good
Maybe you should come see me so I can teach you how to love and nurture your insanity to the point where it actually helps you function in society better then you ever could hope for with that overrated sanity.
Better yet, eat a cocaine-filled polymer sausage. It won't stick cuz it's not frozen and you can make tons of money, assuming it doesn't rupture and give you the (last) high of your life.
<!--QuoteBegin-Owen!+Jul 30 2005, 11:49 AM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Owen! @ Jul 30 2005, 11:49 AM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> I dont like myself anymore, It's emo and I hate it for what it is. My mind is stuck in selfless contemplation of wanting to help, but i know the reality is that it wouldn't be accepted. I've dropped, below the level of sanity, I can see it happening infront of me. I get out of the shower shivering and long faced, look to the mirror and see somebody who's a coward. my hands shake, there's a constant lump in my throat. what's wrong with me? I've just... I've fallen.
this isnt a discussion, I just want insult or comfort... whichever anybody prefers. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> I wouldn't say this is severe depression, as we do not know how much energy this person has. The more depressed, the less energy one has.
If it was severe depression I doubt he would even care enough to post.
While I do agree he should see someone, he should probably just make an appointment for a local psychologist.
Its important to talk to a psychologist first because sometimes depression can be solved by talking out issues. Try to avoid medication unless the problem is chemically based, as suicide rates actually increase when one is on medication if not properly monitored (sounds weird, but it is true.)
Try talking the problem out with friends or relatives, if you are uncomfortable doing that, then definately see a psychologist.
I've learned through my study of psychology is that people generally effect the enviornment as much as it affects them. You are capable of change if you choose to do so.
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I did see this movie once, I think it was called "The Game." Pretty much, this group of rich people would all get together and conspire against some guy. Anyone else see this? Then went as far as to kill people (might have been faking killing, not sure tbh) and get into car cashes with him etc.
This could be happening to you as well. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Off Topic IMAO! <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wow.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Yeah I saw that movie... alone... big mistake. I was ridiculously paranoid for several hours before common sense returned. (I wish I had a video recording of me during that period and of my insane interaction with the first sensical human right after; I'd get first place on Amercia's Funniest Home Videos for sure)
<!--QuoteBegin-Mantrid+--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (Mantrid)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->Well, I'll bet that laughing would do you some good.<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Good advice.
…Ok Owen, you aren't the only person who has been depressed and had parents disown them (btw, I think you are most likely misinterpreting what your parents are saying and that it’s you in-fact who is driving them crazy). All I'm hearing when you speak is all "me me me" and "poor me" "poor crazy depressed me I want attention." It's like hearing a toddler whine for attention. Owen you have no idea how amazingly selfish you're being. There are millions, MILLIONS of people starving to death right now. And there are even more who would give anything for a chance to live. What about all of those victims of genocide in the world? They wanted to live but had that taken away from them.
I'm sorry if this comes off as offensive but I'm speaking the truth when I say that is weak and pathetic. <b>Grow up dude.</b> Seriously.
If you are a real man then you'll say to yourself: "Hey this sucks and I'm going to do something about it. Being depresses sucks. I'm going to move out of my parent's house, get a job and a place to live. And above all else I'm going to enjoy life."
Two quotes for you:
"Actions speak louder than words."
and my life philosophy quote (actually I'm quoting my dad on this) I live by (meaning I try to apply it to <i>everything</i> I do):
"Just have fun and do your best"
<!--QuoteBegin-DrFuzzy+--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (DrFuzzy)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->I've been stuck in that state for a long long time. I got over it by getting a job, meeting new people, and just trying to ignore my thoughts. Once I did that, things seem a bit better for me. I still get in a 'screw that I don’t feel like going anywhere with my friends' a lot of the time, but I just force myself up and go, and end up having a blast.
If that doesn’t work for you, just sit tight for awhile, you will meet someone who you love to hang out with. I met a few in the past month, so I'm always busy. Only time I get online anymore is at night when they all go to sleep. I don’t sleep much anymore
I had it bad about 2 years ago. I was already depressed, add parents getting divorced, breaking ankle jumping dirtbike (That will really mess with your mind, breaking something makes you feel so worthless especially something that keeps you from walking) and thus losing my favorite possession in the world: dirtbike, losing contact with all my friends because I couldn’t walk or do anything, and the usual constant harassment from school. ALL of that within a months period. Add it all up, I was feeling utterly destroyed. Dunno what I would do without my computer, keeps me from suicide sometimes I think. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
See Owen? We've all had periods of depression in our lives and will have them again. Excuse me for saying so but what the hell makes you so special?! If your strong you'll get serious with yourself and get active, not letting is weigh you down.
Tell you what Owen, why don't you put down the depressant drugs ( <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink-fix.gif' /><!--endemo--> jk, I have no idea if you have a drinkign problem although drinking can make depression much, much worse), get up early tomorrow, clean yourself up (shower, shave, nice clothes, etc.), go exercise (ie: go run 10 miles or swim as many laps as you can in 20min), and then do something fun with some friends (movie, paintball, whatever... just something active). Just ignore everything and have fun for 24hrs and then the next day think about what you are going to do to improve your life and stop feeling sorry for yourself. Make a list of your gifts and positive traits. <i>Do something</i> for Christ's sake.
(disclaimer: just an expression, not saying you have to believe in Jesus Christ although it should be noted that a strong religion whatever it is can help you get through depression)
Owen you're a lot strong and smarter than you give yourself credit for. I mean it. Most suicide victims fail to reach out and talk to people. They tend to isolate themselves which then allows shame and depression to amplify and reverberate with no brakes to slow it down until enough brain cells die that they self-destruct. Suicide out of self pity is the ultimate selfish act in my opinion. But you have the wisdom and intelligence to reach out to the NSF community and (unadmittedly) in a subconscious cry for help. Give yourself some credit.
This is also a testimate to how the NS community remains one of the strongest internet communities on Earth. Bravo to all who have shown they care. It is kind of said jokingly how much the NS communities love/care for each other but it really is true that the amount of love for other NS people is unusually extraordinary for a virtual communication network of friends.
<img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/style_images/TSA_Skin-975/icon12.gif' border='0' alt='user posted image' /> <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile-fix.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile-fix.gif' /><!--endemo--> <img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/style_images/TSA_Skin-975/icon12.gif' border='0' alt='user posted image' />
I hope you feel better Owen. If I sound harsh it's only because I'm trying to be helpful...
good luck soldier,
<span style='color:red'>x5</span>
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Merkaba Advice </span>
If you look at the sea and see water is it there, or are you actually looking at the bright reflection of sandy beaches along a winter path of happiness?
Get my drift?
[13:24] <WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW> please post
[13:24] <WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW> athena is a man, get over it
[13:24] <WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW> or something like that
[13:24] <WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW> or, go kill yourself
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Jeb's Story - by: Derek Rogers
Jeb had just stepped off the interplanetary personal transporter when he heard a siren blaring loudly. Even though this was his first time he would be in a combat situation Jeb knew exactly what that sound meant. Jeb had just arrived on mining installation 2c20m2c. A dark and foreboding moon orbiting a dead planet in a binary star system lifetimes away from Jeb's home. But at this moment such things didn't matter to Jeb. Surrounding him was complete chaos. Men and the bug creatures (or Kharaa as he had been taught in his training) were dropping dead left and right. Gunfire and inhuman screams filled the air and forced out all other sound or thought from Jeb's head. Jeb picked up his rifle and began firing, but nothing happened. Remembering his training Jeb quickly unlatched the safety mechanism and unleashed a hail of bullets at the closest bug creature, killing it instantly. But something felt wrong in Jeb's head. He didn't experience the thrill of the kill or the adrenaline of combat. No, all Jeb felt was remorse for the creature he had just reduced to liquidy green chunks. Jeb knew inside his heart that what he had done was wrong and that if given a chance these bugs, these Kharaa, could live peacefully with man. Jeb knew what he must do. He must seek out their hive, bread with their women, and in time their differences would be forgotten.
Jeb threw his rifle down and began stumbling blindly through the infested mining caverns until he came upon a lone gorge quietly toiling away at the building of some chamber, unaware of Jeb's quiet approach. Jeb stealthily crept up to the gorge and began to gently pet it, but just as Jeb's hand touched the gorges back the gorge jumped away startled and made a hissing sound at Jeb. Once the gorge saw that Jeb had no intention to hurt him though he stopped hissing and began staring silently at Jeb. Jeb used this opportunity to pet the gorge more. At this point Jeb had a thought, if he and the gorge are to breed and end the terrible Kharaa-Human war that the gorge should be given a name. Jeb thought while continuing to stroke the scaly back of the gorge, which the gorge was seeming to be begin to enjoy. Eventually Jeb decided on a name, "Garry."
After petting Garry for a while, Jeb knew by the look in the little gorge's eyes that it was time. Jeb first removed his heavy TSA issue body armory, next he removed his pants, shirt, and underwear. By now Jeb was already fully erect, fueled by thoughts of the intercourse he would be soon having with his new alien friend. When Garry first caught sight of Jeb's full and glistening member he seemed apprehensive and refused to go near it. But after a bit of coaxing Jeb had managed to get Garry to accept his **** into his mouth. After a short round of Alien-Human fellatio Jeb decided it was time to complete the deed. He turned Garry around and lifted his little gorgy bottom into the air. Jeb grasped his **** and began to push it into whatever orifice Garry had back there. The hole was tight, very tight. Jeb kept on pushing and broke through what he assumed was Garry's gorge- hymen. Garry squealed in pain and pleasure. Garry and Jeb continued their act for a while until Jeb felt that he had done his job to end the wars. Jeb held Garry in his arms lovingly for the next few hours until he was found by skulk defenders and eviscerated.
THE END
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maybe you should go to my psychiatrist... he's good
this isnt a discussion, I just want insult or comfort... whichever anybody prefers. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
I wouldn't say this is severe depression, as we do not know how much energy this person has. The more depressed, the less energy one has.
If it was severe depression I doubt he would even care enough to post.
While I do agree he should see someone, he should probably just make an appointment for a local psychologist.
Its important to talk to a psychologist first because sometimes depression can be solved by talking out issues. Try to avoid medication unless the problem is chemically based, as suicide rates actually increase when one is on medication if not properly monitored (sounds weird, but it is true.)
Try talking the problem out with friends or relatives, if you are uncomfortable doing that, then definately see a psychologist.
I've learned through my study of psychology is that people generally effect the enviornment as much as it affects them. You are capable of change if you choose to do so.