What do you do...?

[DOGS THAT BARK]

--believe this may be solution to your probs.

Join the military-

-- you won't have time to feel sorry for yourself the 1st 100 days.
-- they will teach you a lot of things your parents did not.
--you can take up trade and have gov pay for it
--worse scenerio --if you don't like it your out in a few years--you can go to school (again on gov) and should have enough sense by then to make the best of it.
-best scenerio--You like it--put in your 20 years and draw retirement at age 44 and can do want you choose in another endeavor with the luxery no moneterary anxiety for rest of your life--which will be just beginning.
--you get to see several countries others discussed on govs dime.

I could go on but you get the point by now.

Can't think of a better way to get a new chance in life--leave the past past behind you--and its a no lose situation.

 

[Happy Hippo]

Join the military-

its a no lose situation.

:mj07: :mj07:

 

[kosar]

you need some help my friend, get on some meds go to a psychiatrist and get some help. Women come and go, there are plenty out there, go out meet some, you will feel much better about yourself. It sounds to me like you are depressed. Wish you the best.

You're telling somebody that they need help? You? Really? :142smilie

 

[Cie]

It is ok to be an asshole, as long as you are aware of it. It is those who do not realize it that are tough to be around.

 

[Cie]

I have no college degree. I quit school. I stop and just look at the world, and wonder what's in store for me. I have no goals, only "dreams" or "admirations" but what good does that do me without a plan or any goals?

There are very few reasons for a 24yo in 20009 to not be at least working towards an undergrad degree.... Get back to school, dude.

I know a formerly unhappy engineer who went back to school at 30 to take prereqs for dental school. He is now a 37yo orthodontist and is happier than ever. It is not too late.

Get back in school, try to take a job/internship in the field that you are studying, and in a couple of years your life will be completely different than the one you have paved for yourself thus far.......

 

[BUCSnotYUCKS]

Wow.

I'm reading the words...and just wow.

Have you learnt nothing at all??

Have you even stopped for one second (I'll answer for you in advance...no...) to think what is best for her?

You've fucked her around for 3 years now, what makes you arrogant enough to even think for one second that she'd want nothing more than to jump back in your arms...

Here's a dozen roses...sorry about ruining/wasting/making a misery of 10-15% of your life so far...

Good lord. (And no, not that, "I'm going to church, just to show everyone what a great guy I've become. :violin: )

Marine is 100% correct. It's not about showing people...expecting people to jump onboard the 'new you'...you gave up that right years ago by the sounds...

You fucked up...more than once...Take your medicine (figuratively of course), and realise that chances don't come in infinite bunches.

By all means, be a nice guy. Treat people how you would expect to be treated, absolutely...

...and if you do actually manage to turn yourself around (which, to me sounds like a massive over-reation anyway...given total typical adolecent behaviour) then people will notice.
No spectacle required.

And who knows, maybe one day she'll feel like she wants to contact you again. :mj06:

Until such time, once a selfish jerk...


[And yeah, like so many others here, definately been there and done it...(although not as long ago as most here by the looks! :142smilie )]

It's not like we haven't remained in contact and completely are out of each others lives.

Also, it's not like I'm sending flowers and thinking everything is going to be all good. It's just a small part of the process in showing her that I'm making an effort...something I never did before.

I'm not going to church to show people what a good guy I am. I'm going to see if there's something there for me. I havent been to church since I was about 11 years old.

 

[BUCSnotYUCKS]

Today has been the roughest day I've had in a long time.

I just don't know what to do anymore, I just don't know what to do...

 

[Woodson]

GOALS.

I was 23 when I went through the same shit. I started running... daily... I ran a marathon. I gave platelets 2 times a week for burned victims. I started a clothing drive for the homeless that I met while running through the downtown Birmingham area.

I gave back. Quit with the self pity and if you can't think of how to make it better for yourself right now, then lose the self pity and make someone elses life better until you know what you want.

Soup kitchens need love too. :kiss:

And when all is said and done, you'd have made a positive difference that YOU feel good about and you'll begin to like who you are becoming...

Don't give up.

www.volunteermatch.org/

 

[77sticks]

Today has been the roughest day I've had in a long time.

I just don't know what to do anymore, I just don't know what to do...

There is nothing we can do for you. If you really need help then go seek professional help not a bunch of gamblers and a guy who loves Otts Salad Dressing.

 

[Woodson]

I got this email just now as I submitted this and said a prayer for you. It can't be a coincidence because I don't believe in them and your saftey and well being is worth the shit some people will give me for putting this out there. Bucs, take a deep breath. This to shall pass...


<HR tabIndex=-1>
Sent: Mon 10/26/2009 6:00 PM

Subject: FW: Hello Friend


Not usually into passing chain emails along, but this one hit me and so I felt the need to share. Thanks to all of my friends and loved ones
for the difference you continue to make in my life. May GOD continue to show us the way and make the right decisions. It's those little things
in life that can make all the difference not just on you, but the people you touch daily.


Subject: Fw: Hello Friend

This came to me from a former Arizona Cardinal. Have a great week
> One day, when I was a
> freshman in high school,
>
>
>
>
>
> I saw a kid from my
> class was walking home from
> school.
>
>
>
>
>
> His name was
> Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of
> his books.
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> I thought to myself,
> 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a
> Friday?
>
>
>
>
>
> He must really be a
> nerd.'
>
>
>
>
>
> I had quite a weekend
> planned (parties and a football game with my friends
> tomorrow afternoon), so
> I shrugged my shoulders and went
> on.
>
>
>
>
>
> As I was walking, I saw
> a bunch of kids running toward
> him.
>
>
>
>
>
> They ran at him,
> knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him
> so he landed in the
> dirt.
>
>
>
>
>
> His glasses went flying,
> and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from
> him...
>
>
>
>
>
> He looked up and I saw
> this terrible sadness in his eyes
>
>
>
>
>
> My heart went out to
> him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around
> looking for his glasses,
> and I saw a tear in his eye.
>
>
>
>
>
> As I handed him his
> glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks.'
>
>
>
>
>
>
> They really should get
> lives.
>
>
>
> He
> looked at me and said, 'Hey
> thanks!'
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> There was a big smile on his
> face.
>
>
>
>
>
> It was one of those
> smiles that showed real gratitude.
>
>
>
>
>
> I helped him pick up his
> books, and asked him where he
> lived.
>
>
>
> As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I
> had never seen him
> before..
>
>
>
>
>
> He said he had gone to
> private school before now.
>
>
>
>
>
> I would have never hung
> out with a private school kid
> before.
>
>
>
> We talked all the way
> home, and I carried some of his
> books.
>
>
>
> He turned out to be a
> pretty cool kid.
>
>
>
> I asked him if he wanted
> to play a little football
>
> with my
> friends
>
>
>
> He said yes.
>
>
>
> We hung out all weekend
> and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him,
> and my friends thought
> the same of him.
>
>
>
> Monday
> morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of
> books again.
>
>
>
> I
> stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really
> build some serious muscles
> with this pile of books everyday!
>
>
>
> He just laughed and
> handed me half the books.
>
>
>
> Over
> the next four years, Kyle and I became best
> friends..
>
>
>
> When we
> were seniors we began to think about
> college.
>
>
>
> Kyle
> decided on Georgetown
> and I was going to Duke.
>
>
>
> I knew
> that we would always be friends, that the miles would
> never
>
>
>
> be a problem.
>
>
>
> He was going to be a
> doctor and I was going for business on a football
> scholarship..
>
>
>
> Kyle
> was valedictorian of our class.
>
>
>
> I
> teased him all the time about being a
> nerd.
>
>
>
> He had to prepare a
> speech for graduation.
>
>
>
> I was
> so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and
> speak.
>
>
>
> Graduation
> day, I saw Kyle.
>
>
>
> He looked
> great.
>
>
>
> He was one of those guys
> that really found himself during high
> school.
>
>
>
> He filled out and
> actually looked good in glasses.
>
>
>
> He had more dates than I
> had and all the girls loved him.
>
>
>
> Boy, sometimes I was
> jealous!
>
>
>
>
> Today was one of those
> days.
>
>
>
> I could see that he was
> nervous about his speech.
>
>
>
> So, I smacked him on the
> back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be
> great!'
>
>
>
> He looked at me with one
> of those looks (the really grateful one) and
> smiled.
>
>
>
> ' Thanks,' he
> said.
>
>
>
> As he started his
> speech, he cleared his throat, and
> began
>
>
>
> 'Graduation is a time to
> thank those who helped you make it through those tough
> years.
>
>
>
> Your
> parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a
> coach...but mostly your
> friends.....
>
>
>
> I am
> here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is
> the best gift you
> can give them.
>
>
>
> I am going to tell you a
> story.'
> I just looked at my friend with
> disbelief as he told the
> first day we
> met.
>
>
>
> He had
> planned to kill himself over the
> weekend.
>
>
>
> He talked of how he had
> cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do
> it later and was
> carrying his stuff home.
>
>
>
> He looked hard at me
> and gave me a little
> smile.
>
>
>
> 'Thankfully,
> I was saved.
>
>
>
> My
> friend saved me from doing the
> unspeakable..'
>
>
>
> I heard
> the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular
> boy told us all about
> his weakest moment.
>
>
>
> I saw his Mom and dad
> looking at me and smiling that same grateful
> smile.
>
>
>
> Not until that moment
> did I realize it's depth.
>
>
>
> Never underestimate the
> power of your actions..
>
>
>
>
> With one small gesture you can change
> a person's life.
>
>
>
> For better or for
> worse....
>
>
>
> God puts us all in
> each others lives to
> impact one another in some way.
>
>
>
> Look for God in
> others.
>
>
>
> You now have two
> choices, you can :
>
>
>
>
> As you
> can see, I took choice number 1.
>
>
>
> 'Friends
> are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have
> trouble
>
> remembering how to
> fly.'
>
>
>
> There is no beginning or
> end.. Yesterday is history.
>
>
>
> Tomorrow
> is a mystery.
>
>
>
> Today is a
> gift..
>
>
>
> It's National Friendship
> Week. Show your friends how much you care. Send this to
> everyone you consider
> a FRIEND.
>
>
>
>

 

[jr11]

Not sure I should be the one to give an opinion to this given I went through hell holding my wife last year during her last breath. This is not about me, but I was pretty down there myself, routinely plowing though the vodka the first few months afterwards, so much I should have moved to Russia.

What I learned, no matter how much I tried to drown my sorrows, they would still be there in the morning. Tough being alone for the first time in 10 years at night, in the morning, every major holiday or family function.

My point, I got back with friends, hitting the weights, bowling 3 days a week, and golfing when weather permitted. Most importantly, I got back out there to start meeting people and dating. It's brutal, but something I realize I needed as do you. Going back to something that sort of lead to this problem can help knowing you want to change, but IMO you should go elsewhere.

You need to find an out, go take up MMA as it seems you are a big fan, and you can vent some of this anger out hitting a heavy bag. Run, work-out, volunteer, go back to school. How about this, go help out at a Humane Society or buy a pet. My 2 dogs are my day.

In the end, you are 24. That is not even a 1/3 of your life, and you have more than enough time to change this around to your favor. Seriously, learn from it and years from now you will look back laughing about this moment but be thankful as it made you a better person.

 

[SixFive]

There's some great advice in this thread, and some that sucks.

Woodson (church, prayer, and volunteering/giving back), DTB (military route), and jr who so candidly wrote about his life and his very recent loss.

 

[gardenweasel]

Not sure I should be the one to give an opinion to this given I went through hell holding my wife last year during her last breath. This is not about me, but I was pretty down there myself, routinely plowing though the vodka the first few months afterwards, so much I should have moved to Russia.

What I learned, no matter how much I tried to drown my sorrows, they would still be there in the morning. Tough being alone for the first time in 10 years at night, in the morning, every major holiday or family function.

My point, I got back with friends, hitting the weights, bowling 3 days a week, and golfing when weather permitted. Most importantly, I got back out there to start meeting people and dating. It's brutal, but something I realize I needed as do you. Going back to something that sort of lead to this problem can help knowing you want to change, but IMO you should go elsewhere.

You need to find an out, go take up MMA as it seems you are a big fan, and you can vent some of this anger out hitting a heavy bag. Run, work-out, volunteer, go back to school. How about this, go help out at a Humane Society or buy a pet. My 2 dogs are my day.

In the end, you are 24. That is not even a 1/3 of your life, and you have more than enough time to change this around to your favor. Seriously, learn from it and years from now you will look back laughing about this moment but be thankful as it made you a better person.

from 1st hand knowledge and experience...10 times worse than anything you`ve experienced,bucs(not that i`m giving short shrift to what you`re going through).........

and the man is moving forward...

excellent post,jr....

 

[BUCSnotYUCKS]

Not sure I should be the one to give an opinion to this given I went through hell holding my wife last year during her last breath. This is not about me, but I was pretty down there myself, routinely plowing though the vodka the first few months afterwards, so much I should have moved to Russia.

What I learned, no matter how much I tried to drown my sorrows, they would still be there in the morning. Tough being alone for the first time in 10 years at night, in the morning, every major holiday or family function.

My point, I got back with friends, hitting the weights, bowling 3 days a week, and golfing when weather permitted. Most importantly, I got back out there to start meeting people and dating. It's brutal, but something I realize I needed as do you. Going back to something that sort of lead to this problem can help knowing you want to change, but IMO you should go elsewhere.

You need to find an out, go take up MMA as it seems you are a big fan, and you can vent some of this anger out hitting a heavy bag. Run, work-out, volunteer, go back to school. How about this, go help out at a Humane Society or buy a pet. My 2 dogs are my day.

In the end, you are 24. That is not even a 1/3 of your life, and you have more than enough time to change this around to your favor. Seriously, learn from it and years from now you will look back laughing about this moment but be thankful as it made you a better person.

I'm very sorry for your loss. I don't know how you did it man. I know mine doesn't even compare. I can relate to the similarities of the drinking. Over the past four months, up until probably a month ago I drank prolly 5 days a week. I'd go buy a half gallon of cheap rum everyday at the liquor store for $10. I'd wake up the next day and do it all over again...somehow. I look back over this past summer and I just don't even remember shit. I feel like I wasn't even in control of myself and I just didn't care. At the time, I thought I was having fun, but in reality I was only coping.

I feel like just talking about it is like a release. Going to see a shrink isn't going to do anything but make me pay to talk about it. I understand what my problem was. I've acknowledged what I piece of shit I have become. The hardest part is dealing with it. I try not to think about it, but it just takes over my brain and it's all I do. It just makes me sad.

It shows in my physical appearance. I used to be 6'4 and a nice 205, now I'm 6'4 and about 235. I stopped working out and playing sports. I just drank and thought I was "having fun." Today I did 60 push ups, 120 crunches, then went to my high school and played basketball for 1hr 45 minutes, then went to the CHURCH and played for another 1hr. When my time is consumed and I'm not thinking, everything seems fine. However, once it's all over, I just keep dwelling on it. I don't exactly have an interactive job, so I have basically 7hrs a day of just time by myself to think.

I talked to the ex-girlfriend today for about 40minutes. It was rough. She didn't want to believe anything I said, and it hurts, because I can't blame her. All she knows me as is a liar. What can I do? I told her people change, and that I'm going to prove it to her. Everything she said back, I couldn't defend myself. I didn't want to be defensive, plus she was right. I could only say I'm sorry, you're right. The hardest part hearing from her was when she told me that after 4 months I just now realized how shitty I treated her, but it's true. I don't know what took so long, or even why it took so long. I couldn't explain it. The worst part was I was in such another planet that everytime we talked over the past 4 months I'd tell her I was happy and things are great(basically because she would put me in my place), and I wanted her to think I was happy, when I wasn't. She asked me vividly if I thought we would ever get back together(because we tried working on things 2 weeks after the breakup), and I told her, "as of right now, I don't think so." --biggest mistake of my life, and I'm regretting every minute of it.

I know alot of people on here are in the "you're young, 24, go get some more pussy, etc.." --but that's just not me. I've never been the type of person to go get anything I could. I'm obviously an emotional personal, and moving on isn't as easy for me as it is others.

I know time heals all wounds. I just need to get everything I can off my chest when I feel the need to. I can only take each day at a time, hope for the best, and deal with the presence.

 

[Cie]

Not sure I should be the one to give an opinion to this given I went through hell holding my wife last year during her last breath. This is not about me, but I was pretty down there myself, routinely plowing though the vodka the first few months afterwards, so much I should have moved to Russia.

What I learned, no matter how much I tried to drown my sorrows, they would still be there in the morning. Tough being alone for the first time in 10 years at night, in the morning, every major holiday or family function.

My point, I got back with friends, hitting the weights, bowling 3 days a week, and golfing when weather permitted. Most importantly, I got back out there to start meeting people and dating. It's brutal, but something I realize I needed as do you. Going back to something that sort of lead to this problem can help knowing you want to change, but IMO you should go elsewhere.

You need to find an out, go take up MMA as it seems you are a big fan, and you can vent some of this anger out hitting a heavy bag. Run, work-out, volunteer, go back to school. How about this, go help out at a Humane Society or buy a pet. My 2 dogs are my day.

In the end, you are 24. That is not even a 1/3 of your life, and you have more than enough time to change this around to your favor. Seriously, learn from it and years from now you will look back laughing about this moment but be thankful as it made you a better person.

Powerful stuff, Brian. I admire your strength and courage.

 

[marine]

I'm very sorry for your loss. I don't know how you did it man. I know mine doesn't even compare. I can relate to the similarities of the drinking. Over the past four months, up until probably a month ago I drank prolly 5 days a week. I'd go buy a half gallon of cheap rum everyday at the liquor store for $10. I'd wake up the next day and do it all over again...somehow. I look back over this past summer and I just don't even remember shit. I feel like I wasn't even in control of myself and I just didn't care. At the time, I thought I was having fun, but in reality I was only coping.

I feel like just talking about it is like a release. Going to see a shrink isn't going to do anything but make me pay to talk about it. I understand what my problem was. I've acknowledged what I piece of shit I have become. The hardest part is dealing with it. I try not to think about it, but it just takes over my brain and it's all I do. It just makes me sad.

It shows in my physical appearance. I used to be 6'4 and a nice 205, now I'm 6'4 and about 235. I stopped working out and playing sports. I just drank and thought I was "having fun." Today I did 60 push ups, 120 crunches, then went to my high school and played basketball for 1hr 45 minutes, then went to the CHURCH and played for another 1hr. When my time is consumed and I'm not thinking, everything seems fine. However, once it's all over, I just keep dwelling on it. I don't exactly have an interactive job, so I have basically 7hrs a day of just time by myself to think.

I talked to the ex-girlfriend today for about 40minutes. It was rough. She didn't want to believe anything I said, and it hurts, because I can't blame her. All she knows me as is a liar. What can I do? I told her people change, and that I'm going to prove it to her. Everything she said back, I couldn't defend myself. I didn't want to be defensive, plus she was right. I could only say I'm sorry, you're right. The hardest part hearing from her was when she told me that after 4 months I just now realized how shitty I treated her, but it's true. I don't know what took so long, or even why it took so long. I couldn't explain it. The worst part was I was in such another planet that everytime we talked over the past 4 months I'd tell her I was happy and things are great(basically because she would put me in my place), and I wanted her to think I was happy, when I wasn't. She asked me vividly if I thought we would ever get back together(because we tried working on things 2 weeks after the breakup), and I told her, "as of right now, I don't think so." --biggest mistake of my life, and I'm regretting every minute of it.

I know alot of people on here are in the "you're young, 24, go get some more pussy, etc.." --but that's just not me. I've never been the type of person to go get anything I could. I'm obviously an emotional personal, and moving on isn't as easy for me as it is others.

I know time heals all wounds. I just need to get everything I can off my chest when I feel the need to. I can only take each day at a time, hope for the best, and deal with the presence.

you should get a blog on google. That way you can write about your day and express yourself and tell everyone about your feelings.

 

[GuitarCrazyo]

What do you do

What do you do

Any word on how the paint job is holding up on that Skyline? One other thing did they paint inside the door jam and things like that?

Can someone mention what you should look for in a good paint job. I want to make sure whatever I end up getting is as solid as the factory paint and that it wont start flaking or peeling etc...

What makes a paint job good or bad and how do you get a good paint job?
The only thing I heard is that a lot comes down to prep work and the car should be sandblasted and you should make sure they put on several layers of clearcoat

 

[Eddie Haskell]

Can I be of any assistance in this thread?

Eddie

 

[ga_ben]

Eddie I think GuitarCrazyAss has really helped Bucs to focus. You should prolly just continue to monitor.

 

[Eddie Haskell]

okey dokey.

Eddie