BuddhaBeettle

joined 1 year ago
[–] BuddhaBeettle@kbin.social 5 points 1 year ago

Imagine if the songs The KKK Took My Baby Away and Fire of Unknown Origin (took my baby away) are talking about one really unfortunate baby that keeps on being taken away by random stuff.

[–] BuddhaBeettle@kbin.social 1 points 1 year ago* (last edited 1 year ago)

My grandma took care of me from the moment I was two months old till I was old enough to travel on my own and cook my own food, and even after that we would continue meeting for lunch every week. My mom and dad were present in my life and loving parents but divorced when I was really young and both had to work and travel a lot, through it all, I'd always had her.
At the time of the story, my dear grandma was slowly dying in her struggle with depression. In-patient treatment had done little to nothing, she was on several psychiatric medications, no dice.

In the middle of this I had an interview scheduled for an internship in a field I really cared about and for the life of me, I couldn't find the room the interview was being held at in that laberynth of a faculty building. I would go to where the receptionist told me and find nothing, Id ask teachers and no one knew the place I was headed to. Id open random doors and got into offices where people would rush me out. The clock was ticking and I felt incredibly stupid at not being able to find the stupid room. The building wasn't even that large.

And all of a sudden it was too much and I just... broke down sobbing and couldnt stop, everything was too much. Must have been ugly crying for half an hour straight. My eyes were so puffy I could barely even see anymore.
What I wont forget about that time is how many of the 17 - 18 year-old students approached me that day: offered me water, or to show me the bathroom, asked if I needed a phone to call anyone. One girl even hugged me while I continued crying my hear out and helped me email the person I was supposed to meet that day to tell them I had a personal emergency, while she heard out everything that was going on with me and tried her best to assure me everything would turn out fine.
On my way home, people on the public transport would offer me seats, or ask if I was alright.

Sounds like small things, but in the world we live in sometimes its easy to believe nobody gives a shit anymore.
I did get that internship, the following week. And continue to be in that field of work.

[–] BuddhaBeettle@kbin.social 1 points 1 year ago

Sounds like burnout.
Don't have any advice cause Im not doing so great myself, but maybe set some small goals for yourself that look more achieaveable and enjoyable. Set a few hours to rest and do whatever without needing to feel productive, set some days to go out and do something different, some museum you never visited, or if there is some kind of event in your city like live music or whatever. Some times it will not be your thing, other times you may discover something new you like, at any case it gives you things to talk about and discuss with your SO and peers.

[–] BuddhaBeettle@kbin.social 0 points 1 year ago (1 children)

I don't know what the heck to do with my life.
I should be happy I finished my major but Im not, Ive been depressed and confused ever since.
It seems like most of the "typical career paths" for my profession are not for me and my attempts to do something a bit different are met with really strange looks from my peers, my friends, my family and my coworkers.

[–] BuddhaBeettle@kbin.social -1 points 1 year ago

I do feel like Im in some kind of multiverse alright. Its new and weird, but also quite nice, knowing that many platforms are connected.

[–] BuddhaBeettle@kbin.social -1 points 1 year ago

Oh dude that's awesome!
I work with MRI files all the time, I can't believe I never thought this was something you could do with them.
This whole time for educational activities we have been carrying around the real things preserved inside a glass like maniacs, instead of, you know, a pretty 3d model that does not get kids asking us deep or gory questions about death.