Your Safe Space to Just Vent

We stepped out of the elevator onto the fourth floor, the soft chime announcing our arrival. Reggie held the heavy glass door open for me, slipping his free hand into his jacket pocket as I walked through. The morning sunlight was streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, turning the carpet golden. "Look at that," Reggie murmured, walking alongside me down the main aisle. "Zero traffic, quiet halls. A flawless morning entry." "Don't speak too soon," I replied, setting my mug down on my desk pad and immediately looking up at the monitor. Chief Gnome was still there, sitting proudly on his perch. But next to his tiny paper hat, someone had carefully taped a microscopic piece of cardstock cut into the shape of a tiny pair of sunglasses. I turned around slowly. Reggie was leaning against my cubicle partition, taking a quiet sip of his coffee, trying—and failing—to hide a grin. "Did Chief Gnome get an upgrade?" I asked, pointing at the monitor. "Executive privilege," Reggie said smoothly, stepping into the cubicle and leaning down to inspect the figurine. "Field operations require proper eye protection. He's a professional." "You came in early just to tape tiny paper sunglasses to a plastic gnome?" Reggie looked up from the monitor, his dark eyes meeting mine, soft and completely unbothered by the rest of the world waking up around us. "I came in early," he said softly, a genuine smile playing on his lips, "to make sure everything was ready for when you got here."

And of course its backbfrom its smoke break at 5:14. Absolute fucking nightmare

Of course the creepy little bastard jason follows me. I go to lunch even earlier and who is waiting in the room it knows ill likely go to eat. Stop fucking trying to irritate and spy you fucking pest

Put this ugly little ni66a on the other machine. Fuck. Disturbing having him there

4:44 the the ugly little Mennonite looking shit off to spy. And of course its backband staring tonsee where im looking

Why do i get the feeli g axle is going to wait unti 4:44 or 4:46 to bring my shit over. No shame being a prying pest. Just loke the sleazebwhobkeeps trtingnto makensure im not horning in on "his" woman.

Yeah there's something strange about my mood anyway. I must admit, I used to have pretty strong ups and downs in the past. I was never diagnosed as bypolar, I'm certainly not bipolar nor have I ever been. Some days ago I raised the hypothesis that I might have had a case of quiet borderline personality disorder, but it went into remission by itself as it seems to happen to lots of people. Thing is, while I often feel like I'm always on the verge of tears for the dumbest stuff - mostly art and movies for some reason - I don't feel much of anything. Not too much joy, not too much sadness. I've been living on a certain baseline of unbothered this past year and a half. Something changed inside me, and I can't really say if it's for better or worse. Even when someone close to me tried to kill themselves months ago I was of course sad and shaken, but I didn't react like other people around me. It's like I reached this final disposition to just take in what happens and postponing a final judgment until there's some sort of concrete cornerstone. My friend attempted to take his life, but he did not die. He stayed at the hospital for weeks, there was a chance he could stay disabled, but I didn't panic, I just waited while everyone else around me was already envisioning the worst. When he recovered, I accompanied him to a mental health facilty. He's fine now, even though he could be better. Anything can happen, and while I hope for the best, I don't envision it. I just nudge things the way that seems the most fruitful to me, and wait for life to present its results. Even with the university stuff. A reasonable person would be happy to have finally managed something they desired for so long. Instead, now that I know that I'm finally studying psychology as I always wanted to do, I'm just taking it as a matter of fact occurrence. I just accepted it. I feel no joy, no particular anxiety. I didn't change my mind, I am happy, but I'm not feeling what I would have thought of as happy years ago. My family almost had a stronger reaction than I did to the news. Have I numbed myself, or did I just get used to myself and my own emotional responses? I don't feel turned off, apathetic, or anything of the sorts. I have to be honest, it feels liberating not to be enslaved by transitory emotional states of any kind. I'm not fooled by joy, and I'm not defeated by sadness. I just am, moment to moment, seeing my life in a state of flow, one with no end in sight if not for my death. What I wish to get now is more confidence, more willpower, more strength. I need a lot of focus for all the things I see myself doing in the next years. But I must admit that for the first time of my life I feel... mature? I feel like I reached the first solid update, so to speak. Even my body is different, more masculine and meatier if it makes sense. I'm responting in a very different way to exercise for example.

Wishing your marraige would end wishing your spouse died wishing nothing but the worst for them

my boyfriends dad had pit him against me and he won't respond to any of my messages.. The thing is, we grown adults (early 20s). This feels so middle school drama-esc and i don't appreciate it at all.. what do i do

4:09 jason looking to see where im looking. 4:19 it qait to go ask axl a questiong so it can be nosey. Pretty sure she is gone you nosey midget fuck. Im not even looking for her. IM MEASURING MY SHIT NOSEY WEIRDO FUCK

A close friend of my family who helped raise me died today. She was too young to die. I have my girlfriend round but I can't even look at her and I feel awful. I know it's a part of grieving but I just hate everything.

There are two ways to be fooled. One, is to believe what isn't true. The other, to refuse to believe what is true.

No shame. At all. Jason 3:19 to get a better view of office door.

Jeezus. Loser. Im guessing hason isngoingnto turn around to starebeveryb14 or 44 minutes after the hour. Die!

i have a better idea how about you shut the fuck up and let me eat what i want. come back when you dont ltrly weigh more than me baboy oink oink

i miss my girlfriend nooo 😢😢😢😢😢I havent seen her in hours omg i miss her 😢😢😢😢😢😢 My beautiful kind girlfriend i miss U.....

Btw, I'm officially enrolled to UNI. Classes start in October. O boy... my life is gonna look very different in a few days. I don't see myself as old, but I'm not a kid either. I'll be literally in the midst of guys and girls 12 years younger than me. Lots of teen energy around me.

i kinda hate how everything nowadays is reliant on your social media. even employers start looking at your linkedin or searching your name online to see if you have clout and if it's the type they like or if you're too real and talk about things that they exploit people for. it's weird as fuck. also, i hate how you have to promote your products on social media all the time for your own business to do well. why can't i just post whatever i have to sell and people who are interested find it and buy it. why do i have to be an influencer/ comedian to get sales. it's honestly ridiculous how social media monopolised everything. even if you open a restaurant or something irl nowadays you need to promote it on socials and do stupid social media challenges and dance behind the till. it's humiliating.

you got them sissy boy hands... i work 72 hours a dang day boy! what you know about hard work? watchin netflix and tickytakis cuz aint no one comin to save you boy

aw poop all my vents expired... anyway hi guys im back she found the secret phone but she just now gave the computer back lol so im back