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Vent/Rant Thread vs. 2 (POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING)

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The TL;DR of it: Someone has an abusive S/O. Person calls us cause they've been assaulted. We show up, they ask us not to do anything, and then this person keeps getting alone with abusive S/O.

I mean, damn, yeah its my job, but could this problem not benefit from avoiding the situation in the first place?
 
Maybe you should be a social worker instead.

It's situations like that that got me a 2 year suspension on my license some years back. It was 6 days before I was turning 21 (legal drinking age in the US). I was pulled over at 1 in the morning in downtown in the middle of the city, for going up a one way street, which only have one sign saying it was one way, posted way far into the block, which was unlit. There were no cars at all. I had drank one beer over an hour before. The cops that pulled me over didn't stop me for driving erratically or anything. They pulled me over because they were on their way to a domestical violence dispute just like that one, but it was more profitable for them to fuck me over. I got a DUI for it. There is zero tolerance for alcohol in the system of a minor.

While I was sitting in their car and they were talking searching mine, looking for anything to further incriminate me. They found some cigs and ripped them all open looking for weed. Meanwhile, I could hear the dispatcher on their radio, with a very concerned voice, explaining the current sitaution at the weekly domestic dispute. I wouldn't be surprised if the girlfriend ended up getting beat to death.

Most people stay in bad places because they don't have any other realistic options, despite what they really want.

-Just my 2 cents and a pound of table salt.
I understand your gripe.
 
Yeah, I understand if the person can not leave. This person can, is rather successful commissioned member of my department, good income, etc.

Next time, if they like or not, I am going to remedy the situation.
 
Life just doesn't seem to have meaning for me. 3 1/2 weeks clean and actually taking my bi polar medication. This was my first of five goals to do and ive been doing great, just seems that with every day the magic of the moment fades a little more. I hate the cold and snow because I can't go outside in shorts. I hate the fact I just feel numb and can't experience healthy emotions, at least it seems. I also think i'll never be able to trust another woman, and i'm becomming pretty lonely. thank god for internet porn
 
I relapsed on amps. An old friend sent me some new stuff that I wanted to use as a study aid etc. I cannot use amps as a study aid anymore, especially ones this good. I'm glad I relapsed now and not far later. I'll stick with nootropics. I could definitely use a drink right now, but I'll just ride it out. It it was meth and not 3-FA I would have already relapsed on heroin.

I'm not going to beat myself up over this. I'm actually glad it happened.
 
I used to think that the whole "a relapse on a different drug will eventually lead you back to your DOC" was something that abstinence-only people liked to hear themselves say, but there's actually an amount of truth to it. Obviously there are some exceptions. But I never abused stimulants, none were my drug of choice, yet I wouldn't trust myself doing one right now because I'd want an opiate or a benzo for the crash. And my old strategy of 'just do enough of the stimulant so that you're too paranoid to drive to the hood and get what you really want' is pretty stupid.

I am proud of you for not drinking or doing heroin.
 
Bleh... I know you don't mean it, but you're fucking annoying. It's mean to say but I don't like having my ears talked off every time we chill. You also leech off me often. Every time we hang out and go to a place to eat, I'm the one paying, every single time. You tend to be obnoxious in public places, it's irritating. I know you don't mean any of it, you're still child like in mind and are overly eccentric, even more so than me. Even so, you're still cool. You express your individuality better than any of my friends. But sometimes you just drive me crazy.
 
RedLeader said:
I used to think that the whole "a relapse on a different drug will eventually lead you back to your DOC" was something that abstinence-only people liked to hear themselves say, but there's actually an amount of truth to it. Obviously there are some exceptions. But I never abused stimulants, none were my drug of choice, yet I wouldn't trust myself doing one right now because I'd want an opiate or a benzo for the crash. And my old strategy of 'just do enough of the stimulant so that you're too paranoid to drive to the hood and get what you really want' is pretty stupid.

I am proud of you for not drinking or doing heroin.
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Ya, I used to use amps a lot. Heroin and booze are my DOCs though. I'm not even crashing hard, so I'm not going to sweat it. I certainly never promised myself to never use amps again. If I stay up for multiple days though, I will certainly relapse on the other 2.
 
I don't even know where to start, or why I am, but for some reason I have a level of desire high enough for me to sit here and hit buttons whilst staring at a screen. There's a chance time will pass by quicker as I type this, and for that, you may end up getting a long winded ramble with no aim or direction, a simple stream of the bullshit that is my consciousness. There will be no TL;DR, conclusion, or meaning past my own indulgence and desire. This is just another waste of time, and if you value your time as much as to read the outcome of buttons I'm mindlessly hitting, go ahead.
Everything is fuzzy. I am the repercussion of the cymbal after it is violently struck, the strike cannot by revoked, and I have but one ultimate path. This path is filled with many possible variations, but everything is constantly moving.
I just got the urge to delete all of this. To simply close this window and walk away. I could, you know. This text isn't going to change anything, but that sudden change in my mind. Where did this come from? I've known of the futility of this before I began, so why now would I want to stop?
I don't really know what I'm even talking about anymore.
I'm so void of meaning, of purpose, of aim, of desire, of motivation, and will, and focus. I'm just drifting, but I feel so stagnant. Nothing seems to change, I've still got this weight on my shoulders. Where did it come from?
Nothing is anything.
Fuck shit cunt whore.
 
DeathDomokun said:
I am the repercussion of the cymbal after it is violently struck, the strike cannot by revoked, and I have but one ultimate path. This path is filled with many possible variations, but everything is constantly moving.
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well, DeathDomokun, IMO that beautiful metaphor that emerged from "aimless writing with no direction" is the kind of beautiful gem that can only come out of such writing. It may have seemed like a waste of time to you but I surely benefited from it. Thank you. I mean that. Words are the most amazing thing we humans have (that and the smile and tears ;)); they can be so powerful--worlds within worlds within worlds. Seriously, thank you.<3
 
That`s nice, but I`ll continue for my part, to judge the female gender based on each person and not make a sweeping statement declaring my hate for roughly three and a half billion people.

Im just posting to say I fixed the problem in my previous rant. :D
 
Why must you be so immature? I mean you're intelligent but some things you say and do irk me. I just want to snap a pencil in half and go totally insane sometimes when you talk to me... I'm on the verge of telling you to fuck off and leave me alone but I don't want to because I like you as a person.. I want you in my life but can you please stop driving me mad? I hope that you can and things turn around but if not I'm truly just going to pickup and leave. I'm not waiting around here for anything that isn't worth my time. We may have things in common but you lack something... Something that could be a real deal breaker but I still have faith in things changing for the better. Yet, that faith is quickly wearing thin. (Is that the right saying? Oh well don't know, out of it).

And something totally different from the above... Different person... Why do I even care? I wish I didn't, I wish I could say that I don't but I do.
 
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