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It's funny how when I am in a good mood, trying to protect it, I always attract the manipulative shitheads.. Both men and women.

Especially those who like to feel victimized by my own choices and even need to protect myself, lurking around in my space trying to push my personal boundaries. And always framing their manipulative attempts as something else.

Grief eaters can't stand seeing others content with their life and aiming to preserve that contentment.

Too many of them , even when they empathize, it is to make themselves less alone in their misery.

The type that are temporarily "nice" to you when you are in the shit, and if you put a tough mask on and keep pushing, they take you for a target practice .

They don't want to see you being resilient. They don't want to see you grow. They want you to dwell in your misery and be another proof of limitations over will power..

and yes, it is true that our limitations can break us and we will all cease to exist eventually, but to accept that as a part of life isn't the same as to use it to break others down over and over again, afraid they might be the exception to the rule.

When I am in a bad and incredibly aggressive intolerant mood, these types of people all disappear. Guess they don't like being treated like the shitheads they are.
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Gibbon · 70-79, M
If I generalized this post to myself dealing with grief I come to realize why being banned from the grief therapy site for giving a drunken moderator a piece of my mind after a day or two didn't feel like the end of the world.
I mean just think about it. When you are in a group of broken souls all voicing the same pain to one another all you have is a safe place to express yourself because everyone understands but no solutions.
I have expressed myself here in a clown fest of a forum and received better understanding and emotional support than I ever got where I went to get help.
I can understand the attachment you discussed in your other post.
Unfortunately it's the Florence Nightingale Syndrome in reverse for me.
It took me a while to get in my head I developed an attraction for someone who sees many like me every day while their personality is a single special experience in my life.