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    America, Bad, and Be Like: Lou
 Ohio
 I need to get my life off my chest. About me. I'm a 46
 year old banker and I have been living my whole life
 the opposite of how I wanted. All my dreams, my
 passion, gone. In a steady 9-7 job. 6 days a week. For
 26 years. I repeatedly chose the safe path for
 everything, which eventually changed who I was.
 Today I found out my wife has been cheating on me
 for the last 10 years. My son feels nothing for me. I
 realised I missed my father's funeral FOR NOTHING. I
 didn't complete my novel, travelling the world, helping
 the homeless. All these things I thought I knew to be a
 certainty about myself when i was in my late teens
 and early twenties. If my younger self had met me
 today, I would have punched myself in the face. I'll get
 to how those dreams were crushed soon.
 Let's start with a description of me when I was 20. It
 seemed only yesterday when I was sure I was going to
 change the world. People loved me, and I loved
 people. I was innovative, creative, spontaneous, risk
 taking and great with people. I had two dreams. The
 first, was writing a utopic/dystopic book. The second,
 was travelling the world and helping the poor and
 homeless. I had been dating my wife for four years by
 then. Young love. She loved my spontaneity, my
 energy, my ability to make people laugh and feel
 loved. I knew my book was going to change the world
 I would show the perspective of the 'bad' and the
 twisted', showing my viewers that everybody thinks
 differently, that people never think what the do is
 wrong. I was 70 pages through when i was 20.I am
 still 70 pages in, at 46. By 20, I had backpacking
 around New Zealand and the Philippines. I planned to
 do all of Asia, then Europe, then America
 To date, I have only been to New Zealand and the
 Philippines.
 Now, we get to where it all went wrong. My biggest
 regrets. I was 20. I was the only child. I needed to be
 stable. I needed to take that graduate job, which
 would dictate my whole life. To devote my entire life
 in a 9-7 job. What was I thinking? How could I live
 when the job was my life? After coming home, I would
 eat dinner, prepare my work for the following day, and
 sleep at 10pm, to wake up at 6am the following day
 God, I can't remember the last time I've made love to
 my wife
 Yesterday, my wife admitted to cheating on me for the
 last 10 years. 10 years. That seems like a long time,
 but i can't comprehend it. It doesn't even hurt. She
 says it's because I've changed. I'm not the person l
 was. What have I been doing in the last 10 years?
 Outside of work, I really can't say anything. Not being a
 proper husband. Not being ME. Who am 1? What
 happened to me? I didn't even ask for a divorce, or yell
 at her, or cry. I felt NOTHING. Now I can feel a tear asl
 write this. But not because my wife has been cheating
 on me, but because I am now realising I have been
 dying inside. What happened to that fun-loving, risk
 taking, energetic person that was me, hungering to
 change the world? I remember being asked on a date
 by the most popular girl in the school, but declining
 her for my now-wife. God, I was really popular with the
 girls in high school. In university/college too. But i
 stayed loyal. I didn't explore. I studied every day
 Remember all that backpacking and book-writingI
 told you about? That was all in the first few years of
 college. I worked part-time and splurged all that I had
 earned. Now, I save every penny. I don't remember a
 time I spend anything on anything fun. On anything for
 myself. What do I even want now?
 My father passed ten years ago. I remember getting
 calls from mom, telling me he was getting sicker and
 sicker. I was getting busier and busier, on the verge of
 a big promotion. I kept putting my visit off, hoping in
 my mind he would hold on. He died, and I got my
 promotion. I haven't seen him in 15 years. When he
 died, I told myself it didn't matter what I didn't see
 him. I rationalized that being dead, it wouldn't matter
 anyway. WHAT WAS I THINKING? Rationalizing
 everything, making excuses to put things off. Excuses
 Procrastination. It all leads to one thing, nothing. I
 rationalized that financial security was the most
 important thingInow know, that it definitely is not. I
 regret doing nothing with my energy, when I had it. My
 passions. My youth. I regret letting my job take over
 my life. I regret being an awful husband, a money-
 making machine. I regret not finishing my novel, not
 travelling the world. Not being emotionally there for
 my son. Being a damn emotionless wallet.
 If you're reading this, and you have a whole life ahead
 of you, please. Don't procrastinate. Don't leave your
 dreams for later. Relish in your energy, your passions.
 Don't stay on the internet with all your spare time
 (unless your passion needs it). Please, do something
 with your life while you're young. DO NOT settle down
 at 20. DO NOT forget your friends, your family
 Yourself. Do NOT waste your life. Your ambitions. Like
 I did mine. Do not be like me
srsfunny:

A Sad But Common Story
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                America, Bad, and Be Like: Lou
 Ohio
 I need to get my life off my chest. About me. I'm a 46
 year old banker and I have been living my whole life
 the opposite of how I wanted. All my dreams, my
 passion, gone. In a steady 9-7 job. 6 days a week. For
 26 years. I repeatedly chose the safe path for
 everything, which eventually changed who I was.
 Today I found out my wife has been cheating on me
 for the last 10 years. My son feels nothing for me. I
 realised I missed my father's funeral FOR NOTHING. I
 didn't complete my novel, travelling the world, helping
 the homeless. All these things I thought I knew to be a
 certainty about myself when i was in my late teens
 and early twenties. If my younger self had met me
 today, I would have punched myself in the face. I'll get
 to how those dreams were crushed soon.
 Let's start with a description of me when I was 20. It
 seemed only yesterday when I was sure I was going to
 change the world. People loved me, and I loved
 people. I was innovative, creative, spontaneous, risk
 taking and great with people. I had two dreams. The
 first, was writing a utopic/dystopic book. The second,
 was travelling the world and helping the poor and
 homeless. I had been dating my wife for four years by
 then. Young love. She loved my spontaneity, my
 energy, my ability to make people laugh and feel
 loved. I knew my book was going to change the world
 I would show the perspective of the 'bad' and the
 twisted', showing my viewers that everybody thinks
 differently, that people never think what the do is
 wrong. I was 70 pages through when i was 20.I am
 still 70 pages in, at 46. By 20, I had backpacking
 around New Zealand and the Philippines. I planned to
 do all of Asia, then Europe, then America
 To date, I have only been to New Zealand and the
 Philippines.
 Now, we get to where it all went wrong. My biggest
 regrets. I was 20. I was the only child. I needed to be
 stable. I needed to take that graduate job, which
 would dictate my whole life. To devote my entire life
 in a 9-7 job. What was I thinking? How could I live
 when the job was my life? After coming home, I would
 eat dinner, prepare my work for the following day, and
 sleep at 10pm, to wake up at 6am the following day
 God, I can't remember the last time I've made love to
 my wife
 Yesterday, my wife admitted to cheating on me for the
 last 10 years. 10 years. That seems like a long time,
 but i can't comprehend it. It doesn't even hurt. She
 says it's because I've changed. I'm not the person l
 was. What have I been doing in the last 10 years?
 Outside of work, I really can't say anything. Not being a
 proper husband. Not being ME. Who am 1? What
 happened to me? I didn't even ask for a divorce, or yell
 at her, or cry. I felt NOTHING. Now I can feel a tear asl
 write this. But not because my wife has been cheating
 on me, but because I am now realising I have been
 dying inside. What happened to that fun-loving, risk
 taking, energetic person that was me, hungering to
 change the world? I remember being asked on a date
 by the most popular girl in the school, but declining
 her for my now-wife. God, I was really popular with the
 girls in high school. In university/college too. But i
 stayed loyal. I didn't explore. I studied every day
 Remember all that backpacking and book-writingI
 told you about? That was all in the first few years of
 college. I worked part-time and splurged all that I had
 earned. Now, I save every penny. I don't remember a
 time I spend anything on anything fun. On anything for
 myself. What do I even want now?
 My father passed ten years ago. I remember getting
 calls from mom, telling me he was getting sicker and
 sicker. I was getting busier and busier, on the verge of
 a big promotion. I kept putting my visit off, hoping in
 my mind he would hold on. He died, and I got my
 promotion. I haven't seen him in 15 years. When he
 died, I told myself it didn't matter what I didn't see
 him. I rationalized that being dead, it wouldn't matter
 anyway. WHAT WAS I THINKING? Rationalizing
 everything, making excuses to put things off. Excuses
 Procrastination. It all leads to one thing, nothing. I
 rationalized that financial security was the most
 important thingInow know, that it definitely is not. I
 regret doing nothing with my energy, when I had it. My
 passions. My youth. I regret letting my job take over
 my life. I regret being an awful husband, a money-
 making machine. I regret not finishing my novel, not
 travelling the world. Not being emotionally there for
 my son. Being a damn emotionless wallet.
 If you're reading this, and you have a whole life ahead
 of you, please. Don't procrastinate. Don't leave your
 dreams for later. Relish in your energy, your passions.
 Don't stay on the internet with all your spare time
 (unless your passion needs it). Please, do something
 with your life while you're young. DO NOT settle down
 at 20. DO NOT forget your friends, your family
 Yourself. Do NOT waste your life. Your ambitions. Like
 I did mine. Do not be like me
srsfunny:

A Sad But Common Story
                
            

            
            
srsfunny:

A Sad But Common Story

            
            
        

    



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            



        

            
        
        

            




    Bored, Confused, and Crush: biggest-gaudiest-patronuses
 In 5th grade some boys hid my desk in the boys
 bathroom. I was confused when I got to school and it
 was missing, so I just sat on the floor and read my
 book until the teacher came in and made them put it
 back
 I realize now they were trying to trick me into go into
 the boys bathroom, but no one actually told me
 that's where my desk was, and it didn't occur to me
 to ask
 Looking back I realize they had to make the effort to
 get to school early to move it, and I feel a tiny bit of
 regret for not reacting more.
 -biggest-gaudiest-patronuses
 In 3rd grade Richard brought his new lacrosse set in
 for show in tell. the ball went missing during class
 time and at the end of the day we all had to check
 our bookbags to look for it. I only glanced in mine (I
 just wanted to go home), but that evening I found it
 at the bottom of my bag. I was so scared of being
 blamed, I threw it into the neighbor's yard and never
 told anyone.
 I found out 2 years later that my bully Luke put it
 there to frame me, and he was still extremely
 frustrated I hadn't gotten caught.
 I'm pretty sure Richard got a new ball.
 feral-renaissance-cat
 I had a crush on a boy I met in Kindergarten and
 made NO attempts to hide it because the people on
 TV were always telling each other when they liked
 each other. Didn't work as well as I'd hope (i.e. didn't
 work AT ALL and no boy wanted to hang out with me
 ever after that), but that's not the point.
 Skip ahead to third grade. We had a new kid who
 was kind of a jerk. One day he asks me if I havea
 crush and I'm like, "Yeah, [Crush]. And?" Dude turns
 around and yells to my crush "Hey! She has a crush
 on you
 My crush just kinda sighs and is like, "Yeah. I know.
 Everyone knows. Thanks."
 So this guy was hoping to embarrass me in front of
 everyone but it completely backfired because I lack
 the social filter necessary to feel ashamed of my
 base desires.
 darkhumourandfandoms
 One time in like kindergerden some kid stole my
 shoe and instead if reacting I just went the whole day
 barefoot. No one questioned it. He got bored of no
 reaction and just dropped the shoe but by then I was
 too committed and continued to walk around
 barefoot.
 lycant-guy22
 Some of yall grew up with a low base stat of "fucks
 given"
The Zero Fucks Given crowd
    

        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        
    

    

        

            
            

                
                Bored, Confused, and Crush: biggest-gaudiest-patronuses
 In 5th grade some boys hid my desk in the boys
 bathroom. I was confused when I got to school and it
 was missing, so I just sat on the floor and read my
 book until the teacher came in and made them put it
 back
 I realize now they were trying to trick me into go into
 the boys bathroom, but no one actually told me
 that's where my desk was, and it didn't occur to me
 to ask
 Looking back I realize they had to make the effort to
 get to school early to move it, and I feel a tiny bit of
 regret for not reacting more.
 -biggest-gaudiest-patronuses
 In 3rd grade Richard brought his new lacrosse set in
 for show in tell. the ball went missing during class
 time and at the end of the day we all had to check
 our bookbags to look for it. I only glanced in mine (I
 just wanted to go home), but that evening I found it
 at the bottom of my bag. I was so scared of being
 blamed, I threw it into the neighbor's yard and never
 told anyone.
 I found out 2 years later that my bully Luke put it
 there to frame me, and he was still extremely
 frustrated I hadn't gotten caught.
 I'm pretty sure Richard got a new ball.
 feral-renaissance-cat
 I had a crush on a boy I met in Kindergarten and
 made NO attempts to hide it because the people on
 TV were always telling each other when they liked
 each other. Didn't work as well as I'd hope (i.e. didn't
 work AT ALL and no boy wanted to hang out with me
 ever after that), but that's not the point.
 Skip ahead to third grade. We had a new kid who
 was kind of a jerk. One day he asks me if I havea
 crush and I'm like, "Yeah, [Crush]. And?" Dude turns
 around and yells to my crush "Hey! She has a crush
 on you
 My crush just kinda sighs and is like, "Yeah. I know.
 Everyone knows. Thanks."
 So this guy was hoping to embarrass me in front of
 everyone but it completely backfired because I lack
 the social filter necessary to feel ashamed of my
 base desires.
 darkhumourandfandoms
 One time in like kindergerden some kid stole my
 shoe and instead if reacting I just went the whole day
 barefoot. No one questioned it. He got bored of no
 reaction and just dropped the shoe but by then I was
 too committed and continued to walk around
 barefoot.
 lycant-guy22
 Some of yall grew up with a low base stat of "fucks
 given"
The Zero Fucks Given crowd
                
            

            
            
The Zero Fucks Given crowd