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foolishmortal
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Does anyone feel qualified to ell me if I’m beating myself up? Regardless of this rambling (I’m writing this paragraph in retrospect), you can still maybe answer my question if you do not feel comfortable answering my first question. Thanks!
My eyes were starting to close on accident, but I still chose to go to this image that I previously considered looking at lustfully. I have been feeling worthless at work and that, being in another country whose language I cannot even pronounce right, even those who can speak well-enough don’t understand what I m trying to convey. I don’t get straight answers for what I need to know, except the old, give rewards (when, when I pretty much am disgusted with myself), setting boundaries (I didn’t have that knowledge as I have little confidence in myself) and play games with them (I still don’t get duck, duck, goose and figuring out games on the spot when I had to go to classes was anxiety provoking due to low self-confidence). I get the same old answers from other foreigners. I find it audatious to ask anyone to hang out with me and I feel guilty for maybe making others think I don’t like them. I am fun with kids and take good pictures of nature and scenic scenes, but the only courage to make any of that a job was getting this job. Going to S. Korea was a way to get away from my old self, but it came here too and now I have rare opportunities to meet with a priest who knows Engloish well enough…
The only light in my life moved to be with her husband after her contract was over. There is a nun in the city, I’ve written to, but I can’t find that church half the time. I don’t really bond with people in any mature way and I don’t feel I have any social skills that make me useful to them (esp. here, where I don’t know where to find gifts for ones I feel any closeness to). My puns don’t work here and I discovered I am no good at managing a classroom and I have 9 more months left to go. My last class had students who supposedly wanted to go to a better high school and they had to know more English conversational skills, but, despite my beefing up on humor devices, they still wanted to do their own thing. I don’t know if I were too stressed-out or too sleepy when I enjoyed the image, I previously mentioned, too much. I looked that way 2 or 3 previous days, as well as a few stints 2 weeks ago, but only one other condition did I use it to try to relieve a certain bowel irregularity. I’m so depressed, except for brief periods of elation when I’m being a Pee Wee Herman to little kids at school or children of adults I meet. I’ve actually been slowly becoming more depressed since my last boss made the job I enjoyed doing at the home for people with Alzheimers a living hell–and we were just the activity department! Shortly after having arrived here, I have felt so guilty not being around for my nephew who almost adores me, to be with this one friend of whom I am his main buddy, and for not being able to help my dad with all the snow they have gotten in the Midwest this particular year.
I find myself spontaneously saying “God help me”. I wish He would absolve me directly or through a priest and the kill me, as suicide is not an option, nor has it ever been, so I can’t cause him or others any more suffering from my bumbling and self-pity driven time-wasting.
Well, thanks for letting me grieve here. If scrupulosity, which priests tell me I have, is narcissistic, it’s not much of an ego-trip as narcissists would imagine their ego-trips.
My eyes were starting to close on accident, but I still chose to go to this image that I previously considered looking at lustfully. I have been feeling worthless at work and that, being in another country whose language I cannot even pronounce right, even those who can speak well-enough don’t understand what I m trying to convey. I don’t get straight answers for what I need to know, except the old, give rewards (when, when I pretty much am disgusted with myself), setting boundaries (I didn’t have that knowledge as I have little confidence in myself) and play games with them (I still don’t get duck, duck, goose and figuring out games on the spot when I had to go to classes was anxiety provoking due to low self-confidence). I get the same old answers from other foreigners. I find it audatious to ask anyone to hang out with me and I feel guilty for maybe making others think I don’t like them. I am fun with kids and take good pictures of nature and scenic scenes, but the only courage to make any of that a job was getting this job. Going to S. Korea was a way to get away from my old self, but it came here too and now I have rare opportunities to meet with a priest who knows Engloish well enough…
The only light in my life moved to be with her husband after her contract was over. There is a nun in the city, I’ve written to, but I can’t find that church half the time. I don’t really bond with people in any mature way and I don’t feel I have any social skills that make me useful to them (esp. here, where I don’t know where to find gifts for ones I feel any closeness to). My puns don’t work here and I discovered I am no good at managing a classroom and I have 9 more months left to go. My last class had students who supposedly wanted to go to a better high school and they had to know more English conversational skills, but, despite my beefing up on humor devices, they still wanted to do their own thing. I don’t know if I were too stressed-out or too sleepy when I enjoyed the image, I previously mentioned, too much. I looked that way 2 or 3 previous days, as well as a few stints 2 weeks ago, but only one other condition did I use it to try to relieve a certain bowel irregularity. I’m so depressed, except for brief periods of elation when I’m being a Pee Wee Herman to little kids at school or children of adults I meet. I’ve actually been slowly becoming more depressed since my last boss made the job I enjoyed doing at the home for people with Alzheimers a living hell–and we were just the activity department! Shortly after having arrived here, I have felt so guilty not being around for my nephew who almost adores me, to be with this one friend of whom I am his main buddy, and for not being able to help my dad with all the snow they have gotten in the Midwest this particular year.
I find myself spontaneously saying “God help me”. I wish He would absolve me directly or through a priest and the kill me, as suicide is not an option, nor has it ever been, so I can’t cause him or others any more suffering from my bumbling and self-pity driven time-wasting.
Well, thanks for letting me grieve here. If scrupulosity, which priests tell me I have, is narcissistic, it’s not much of an ego-trip as narcissists would imagine their ego-trips.