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I became a lot happier when I lived with sarcastic people for a month. It was contagious and now I am sarcastic 24/7. Still have my own problems but its more fun this way.
Doesn't work that way for me. My sarcasm is fuelled by my depression. People can tell when I'm on the edge of topping myself, my one-liners actually get better than a Bill Shorten zinger. (Not a high bar, but if you set your sights low enough, you can achieve your goals)

Always remember:
Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it
 
Doesn't work that way for me. My sarcasm is fuelled by my depression. People can tell when I'm on the edge of topping myself, my one-liners actually get better than a Bill Shorten zinger. (Not a high bar, but if you set your sights low enough, you can achieve your goals)

Always remember:
Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it

lol
 
I think your problem is that you're still relatively young and deep down, you still believe you're destined for greatness. But your cloak of youthful invincibility is beginning to wear thin. Maybe you're only just beginning to realise that you're not on the path to greatness... and that really, you're just another ordinary guy.

i.e. You won't find the cure for cancer. You'll never win the Brownlow Medal. You'll never beat Novak Djokovic. The probability is almost zero that you'll ever scream into a microphone "How you doin' Glastonbury!?!" and be met by raised hands and the roar of 80,000 people. That rap video fantasy you had of lounging by your pool in your bling with a dozen gyrating bikini-clad Victoria's Secret models will always be nothing more than a fantasy.

You really thought you were special, but now you're starting to glimpse the horrible mundane reality that you're nothing more than a blinkered rock ape with a rampant ego and a head full of useless shit (2 decades' worth), living in a dreamworld with 8 billion others who are just like you, who think their lives matter and every opinion they have is worth sharing.

Welcome to the world. Let go of your foolish dreams and embrace the mediocrity.
Wow
 
True sort of. I never really give my opinion (except here) i feel like Im talking I can picture people not listening and just getting ready to say what they want to say... no one actually takes in what you say... its just words that float out and away...

People ask "how was your weekend?" Already loaded with their response for wgen you ask them... they arent actually interested in what you did but are just asking as a way to tell you about their super awesome weekend

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True sort of. I never really give my opinion (except here) i feel like Im talking I can picture people not listening and just getting ready to say what they want to say... no one actually takes in what you say... its just words that float out and away...

People ask "how was your weekend?" Already loaded with their response for wgen you ask them... they arent actually interested in what you did but are just asking as a way to tell you about their super awesome weekend

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Eh people are naturally selfish and to a degree there's nothing wrong with that. It's a bit like Instagram – yes it shits me how much people overshare, how warped it is, how much it can celebrate dull ****ers and not actually see interesting people or artistically minded people get likes, but we are all allowed to want to share things. Going on holiday is exciting, seeing a band you like is memorable, whatever.

My issue is I generally don't really give a shit what anyone did sans my mates and family because by the same token really don't want anyone else to hear my anecdotes either, mostly because they're boring but also because why? I went to Laneway and saw bands you don't like. No I don't know what songs Fetty Wap sings, and no I didn't go to Origin. There are some people at work who are 18 and yet I know where they live, how much rent they pay, how crazy it is paying a bill, where they went to school, how many friends they have, where they go out drinking, how they went to Bali twice in one year when they were a kid... I don't care! There's a lot to be said for the people you know a lot about quickly generally being the ones with the least to offer.

Even if I've had a great weekend I keep it pretty succinct because I know I don't share the same tastes, interests, or hobbies with them. And that's fine. Yeah weekend was good, nah weekend was shit because I worked, whatever. My idea of a good work relationship is having no tension or awkwardness with anyone, being able to say hi to everyone at the start of the day, 'when you on next? Ah well see you then' at the end of it, and some small talk and maybe the odd laugh when it's quiet. If we get on and you're a funny ****er then yeah sure, a beer sounds great, but ffs I'm not really there for that.
 
I'm not being all 19-year old student here, but what is the point?

We worship hacks in Hollywood and aspire to be them and live our whole life tracking them.

We work for campaigner bosses, in corporations that have downward pressure, where everyone else above us has more pressure and tries to take more shortcuts, to help people who are millionaires.

These days we have to rent to live, adding to the above point.

We get home so tired, we drink shit and eat shit and don't exercise.

We get told to eat this food and drink this beer and then get told to be this thin because it's hot.

We are never ever ever happy.

We are always aiming for something else.

We're ****** over by the world, by money, we would do anything for cash, and we would do anything to keep our job, and yet we're all a second away from a redundancy and living on the streets. We all try and for what? To die at 78? We all work hard and slave away to what, buy a fridge? We get a job and pay $70 a week to get there?

Life is not made to get us ahead.

We are not made to succeed.

We are made to do as we say and feel pressure from everywhere, to be kept below.

It's ******.
YOU are not WE. Life is what you make it.
 
Eh people are naturally selfish and to a degree there's nothing wrong with that. It's a bit like Instagram – yes it shits me how much people overshare, how warped it is, how much it can celebrate dull ******s and not actually see interesting people or artistically minded people get likes, but we are all allowed to want to share things. Going on holiday is exciting, seeing a band you like is memorable, whatever.

My issue is I generally don't really give a shit what anyone did sans my mates and family because by the same token really don't want anyone else to hear my anecdotes either, mostly because they're boring but also because why? I went to Laneway and saw bands you don't like. No I don't know what songs Fetty Wap sings, and no I didn't go to Origin. There are some people at work who are 18 and yet I know where they live, how much rent they pay, how crazy it is paying a bill, where they went to school, how many friends they have, where they go out drinking, how they went to Bali twice in one year when they were a kid... I don't care! There's a lot to be said for the people you know a lot about quickly generally being the ones with the least to offer.

Even if I've had a great weekend I keep it pretty succinct because I know I don't share the same tastes, interests, or hobbies with them. And that's fine. Yeah weekend was good, nah weekend was shit because I worked, whatever. My idea of a good work relationship is having no tension or awkwardness with anyone, being able to say hi to everyone at the start of the day, 'when you on next? Ah well see you then' at the end of it, and some small talk and maybe the odd laugh when it's quiet. If we get on and you're a funny ****** then yeah sure, a beer sounds great, but ffs I'm not really there for that.
Succinct at work verbose on BigFooty, new Sig I think
 
My idea of a good work relationship is having no tension or awkwardness with anyone, being able to say hi to everyone at the start of the day, 'when you on next? Ah well see you then' at the end of it, and some small talk and maybe the odd laugh when it's quiet. If we get on and you're a funny ****** then yeah sure, a beer sounds great, but ffs I'm not really there for that.

Exactly.

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It only gets worse the older you get, you'll just have a higher pain threshold to stuff that happens so you'll feel a bit more comfortable.

The only thing that seems to counter it is a good outlet of hobbies, interests, reading, exercise, doing stuff and keeping so busy that you aren't at the helm of external circumstances as much. You control and steer your life like you're driving in a car and choices that revolve around that, might just keep you happy enough to feel ok.

If you are always doing things, projects, creating, learning, participating then you have way less time for negative distractions and or idleness which leads to overthinking. If you feel obliged to be in situations you don't enjoy, you can change it but it helps to know what you like to do and who you are.

If your friends and or people you know are only talking about celebrity gossip and or the same things, then you can also change that as well, by spending more time on what you want and joining groups that you would gel with better and so forth.
 
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I'm mid 20s and have a choice: travel and be back where I am but at 26, or work towards... a rental?

What do you do?
 
I'm mid 20s and have a choice: travel and be back where I am but at 26, or work towards... a rental?

What do you do?
Where is left that you want to see? You've already done a fair chunk of Europe haven't you?

There is no reason why you can't do both - do a smaller trip, around a month or so, and leave some money in your bank to come back to.

Working a steady full time job also helps a shitload obviously towards your saving(s). Do you want to rent in Melb or Perth?
 

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Eh people are naturally selfish

I don’t know what the opposite of ir-

You know what, **** it. Actually Silent Alarm - and I’m sure someone has already offered these points somewhere between the 4,000 words of attention-seeking SA thought dumps, but stuff reading 250 posts on a Thursday morning and, let’s be honest, I’ll articulate it better anyway - your ‘life’ problem is you are utterly obsessed with yourself.

And don’t pretend you won’t read on from this point.

You spend every waking moment viewing the world through a prism of how it affects you; presenting, as you have always done, your personal experiences as the experiences of ‘the average young guy’; your personal problems which need solving as ‘the world’s problems which we all need to band together to fix’.

In a way it’s about your patented, bottomless pit if naievity and the cognitive dissonance created as you begin to see how you actually fit in the world as you grow; in a way it’s a push to vacate responsibility as this happens (“it can’t be my fault I’m not special, a special person like me would never let that happen”).

It’s not uncommon; there might be one or two sufferers in half your lecture, but you sure are a special case, and certainly one which provides reliable, unrelenting hilarity (at your expense I must stress).

Here’s a thought though - stop. Stop doing that thing. Start enjoying stuff that’s not you.

You fix that problem and you might begin actually liking your life; your expectations of yourself won’t be ridiculously unachievable when you realise you’re not some kind of young, skinny, white cross-continental Australian Descartes - and that you’re just a lost shitbag like the rest of us.

Or I dunno, keep fucking up threads across bigfooty, like I care
 
I don’t know what the opposite of ir-

You know what, **** it. Actually Silent Alarm - and I’m sure someone has already offered these points somewhere between the 4,000 words of attention-seeking SA thought dumps, but stuff reading 250 posts on a Thursday morning and, let’s be honest, I’ll articulate it better anyway - your ‘life’ problem is you are utterly obsessed with yourself.

And don’t pretend you won’t read on from this point.

You spend every waking moment viewing the world through a prism of how it affects you; presenting, as you have always done, your personal experiences as the experiences of ‘the average young guy’; your personal problems which need solving as ‘the world’s problems which we all need to band together to fix’.

In a way it’s about your patented, bottomless pit if naievity and the cognitive dissonance created as you begin to see how you actually fit in the world as you grow; in a way it’s a push to vacate responsibility as this happens (“it can’t be my fault I’m not special, a special person like me would never let that happen”).

It’s not uncommon; there might be one or two sufferers in half your lecture, but you sure are a special case, and certainly one which provides reliable, unrelenting hilarity (at your expense I must stress).

Here’s a thought though - stop. Stop doing that thing. Start enjoying stuff that’s not you.

You fix that problem and you might begin actually liking your life; your expectations of yourself won’t be ridiculously unachievable when you realise you’re not some kind of young, skinny, white cross-continental Australian Descartes - and that you’re just a lost shitbag like the rest of us.

Or I dunno, keep ****ing up threads across bigfooty, like I care

To be fair the vast majority of people in this society are obsessed with themselves though.
 
Would agree if it wasn't so bloody far apart. Can go to Europe and enjoy three or four completely different cultures in the time it takes you to drive to Broome.

I did heaps of travel around WA/Oz as a kid so I'm lucky in that regard but I'd rather save it for later. Driving holidays are good for young families through to people in their 60s and 70s with kenting caravans slowing highway traffic to 90.

There are heaps of amazing spots in the Pilbara and Kimberley but I don't think I missed out not visiting them in my mid 20s, whereas going out partying in cool bars til 5am in Europe has an expiry date. I don't really want to be tagging along with Contiki folk when I'm 47 like some sort of Rex Manning figure. Plus if you have young kids a trip overseas immediately becomes a lot harder and more expensive with long haul flights.
 

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