#doomer mentality
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laidbackmarco · 1 month ago
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What if I achieve my dreams and still feel unhappy?
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cuteeth2 · 3 months ago
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milkiie · 26 days ago
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one "weird" boundary i have established in my life that has been highly constructive is absolutely no depressing humor (self-deprication, 'guess i'll kill myself', doomerisms, etc.)
i stopped making those jokes and told everyone to not make them around me
i cannot begin to explain how beneficial that was to my confidence, mental health and mindset
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nemugyo · 1 year ago
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ayaisokay · 6 months ago
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The Kids Aren't Alright
* ~ I'm sorry for making this ~ *
Doomers & Fatalism
Regardless of your age, you need a reason to move forward. You need hope. Yet, it's hard to find hope for teens and young adults.
Not a year goes by without an update on the planet's decline (at our hand), wealth is only feeling more unstable and unequally distributed, a pandemic destroyed any hope of sociability for some, and social media does more harm than good when it "connects" people.
There's no true community, nothing to take pride in, there's hardly motivation for ambition or wealth. Hell, we grow up being told we'll be a generation of renters, because it's a statistical improbability than any of us will EVER afford a home without working 3 jobs into our grave.
I can't speak for America, but I know my government haven't made any real effort to prevent renter's from taking that news and slowly inflating rent costs each month.
I'm a part of the generation that is thought to deal with the broadest range of mental health concerns; however, I'm also part of the generation that's most likely to be told to "deal with it," or "grow up," by the people perpetuating our suffering, or the peers that fell victim to toxic hustle culture— enabling the shitty circumstances.
When you start adulthood with so many problems that directly impact your life, most of which come at no fault of your own, you'd hope for help in addressing those matters, but it never comes.
We're told we're lazy, we don't try hard enough, and we've got it easy (which is a demonstrable lie). How is it any surprise we became hopeless doomers? At some point you just get the idea that we were destined to fail.
Threats of War
Now we're told to be ready for World War 3 and I'm struggling to understand why. What values am I defending? Why should I die for a country that doesn't care about me?
Sure, Ukraine and Palestine are in shitty situations, but saying that doesn't require me to do anything. Though they demonstrate something: the government will risk our lives for money, and turn a blind eye to genocide if it suits them.
All that matters is that we're made to feel like our interests align. They don't represent us. They represent themselves.
Don't get me wrong, I don't support either conflict, and I sympathise with the aforementioned nations; however, I am not willing to die for them— I don't think you are. So is it even fair for us to bother complaining? It's not like diplomacy has done a thing so far.
Whether we're roped into a war or not, it doesn't feel like we'd have a choice.
Hobbies and Corporations
Normally I'd propose finding an outlet for everything. I'm not sure that's ideal anymore. Commonplace hobbies like gaming, sports, martial arts, reading, and art, they require 3 things: time, motivation, and effort.
Thanks to hustle culture, holding 3 jobs, running a drop shipping business, and abandoning any meaningful social life is considered just enough and reasonable. That doesn't leave time for personal hobbies, entertainment, or time to actually live. A life like that is no life at all. You're an animal operating on the exclusive goal of survival. You're alive, but you're not living.
Among those of us too physically or mentally scarred to work like our peers, we compassionately took to pen and paper, or software and devices, writing stories, drawing and animating worlds, or making music.
I fear that pocket of joy is getting smaller. AI image generation has already impacted artists, AI voice recreations are already being used in place of some voice actors, and we've all seen the AI voice covers for songs— claiming "you don't need to learn to sing." It didn't take long for me to see "generative AI" being proposed as a source for track samples and stems in music production.
Considering such things, it's hard to motivate yourself to put your work out there. You struggle to justify spending time creating anything, and you're probably not ready to put the effort into producing enough algorithm optimised works per day. After all, no one will see it. No one cares.
That's how it feels.
Social Media
Maybe we still have digital spaces? Really. Are cespools like Twitter spaces you can enjoy? Even Tumblr is quite detached, with small accounts struggling to get so much as a couple likes— nevermind a reblog, and god forbid you get a comment or DM.
That's minor though, it's the relationships that bother me. The ability to lock someone out of your life, within 5 seconds, for the slightest of perceived infractions. You're sensitive and a snowflake if you need boundaries, and you're "rude" and "mean" when you're pushed too far for not establishing them.
You can join a fandom or community and run into those issues, but do you really need more trouble? Ive hung around with furries since I was 13 or 14. It wasn't a furry that SA'd me, and I've never been groomed. But as a child online, I was labelled as a dog fucking groomer (at 15), because I was in a furry community discord server. I don't like to think about how that made the young adult owner of the server feel.
Social media is good for "satirical trolls," who take pleasure in hurting as many people as they can, and then claiming it's OK because they're joking, and you should've known. Is it really worth the effort for anyone else? You know, us "normal people," not bogged down by million strong fanbases, actively managing parasocial relationships and morally questionable stalking.
Closing Statements
I'm not entirely sure why I wrote this post. I guess I'm just another girl crying on the internet when I should save it for the therapy I can't actually afford.
I want to be hopeful, to feel like there's something attainable to desire, or even just things to look forward to. It's been a long time since I woke up and felt there was a good reason to be awake or even alive.
Thanks,
- The Girl That Doesn't Exist
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puppyknucklezzz · 2 months ago
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everyone that laces your gaza posts or whatever with "IF YOU'RE A GOOD PERSON DO THIS DON'T IGNORE OR YOU'RE EVIL YOU FAKE ALLY BIGOT!" i simply ask why? is it specifically to harm people with ocd? do you think people who really don't give a fuck will be like "oh well i cant just scroll past it now, gdi, guess i have to reblog, you got me :3" LIKE???? JUST POST THE LINKS AND BE LIKE "if you're looking for ways to support, here's some resources".
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sagegreenyaps · 19 days ago
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When you hear stories of people changing to be less bigoted, it very often isn't because people hated them. It's because somebody extended a hand to them and helped them to take down their walls.
Remember this.
And if you've never heard any of those sort of stories... go find them. I promise, they are out there.
People change. Yes, sometimes for the worse, but other times for the better.
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vent-art-af · 7 months ago
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Not to be doomer but I’m not sure you can ever really get over being abused and mentally ill. Even retraining your brain doesn’t get rid of the memories and even if you don’t consciously remember, your body does. The structure of your brain probably will. Maybe this is specific to me personally but I cannot imagine a situation where every minute of life is not a challenge and/or a chore. I feel like my brain is an outdated computer, unable to be upgraded/updated, that physically cannot run programs that the average person can and need to to be fulfilled and/or happy in life. I am not living. Nothing seems to bring any kind of lasting pleasure. Even moving my body to type this feels like I am stuck in quicksand. I don’t even have the attention span to disappear into a daydream universe let alone play music, sing, do art, or anything else that brings me joy. Every waking second I am thinking about killing or hurting myself. And I am on the best cocktail of medication I have ever been on. I am just a scared child who hates themself even though I am 25 years old. I am trapped. I have tried so hard in my life to be kind, to make friends, to be productive, to achieve great things, love myself, to forgive, to put the things I create out there into the world but there is a void that sucks it all away and makes it meaningless, whether that is god/karma/capitalism/ the universe/fate/or my own fault I cannot say. I don’t think modern psychiatry can fix what is wrong with me. So deep is this problem that I feel it is etched within my soul or whatever composes my identity. I cannot imagine things being worse yet I am always surprised when things deteriorate even further. You can always feel worse pain. And, comparatively speaking, I am incredibly privileged. Both the past and the future seem like dead ends to me. I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say, but I know I mean it.
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I love Nicole and I can’t wait to play the new game urrghhh
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ro-bee · 1 month ago
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I'm thinking about goat again (ah... My goat.... Ah that fucking purple beast... Damn)
I'm making something new with them (again god dammit) because idk I feel really sentimental, oh I love them so much I want to analyse them under a microscope
So I'm sketching down the first meeting with wolf 🚶 they're in my brain I can't stop them!!help!!!!!
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I know things are looking grim, but please, don't lose hope.
Remember that progress is not a completely linear process - sometimes we end up taking some unwanted steps back, yet we keep moving forward regardless.
No matter how slow it may seem, no matter how big the setbacks appear to be.
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finnsworldz · 2 months ago
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Reminder: don't get apathetic because you feel like the world is crumbling, don't be disillusioned by life, don't hurt yourself. find those people who need protecting, find people who will protect you and most importantly get offline! Protest through your existence, protest with your screams, protest with your art, protest with your writing, protest with your love for those around you, protest with your music, protest with your friends, protest with the rest of us because without you, that narrows the chances of true change being made!!!! I want you to be safe, that is your protest
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marsixm · 2 months ago
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above all else i always try to see a path forward, and to have hope that there will be a way through anything 🫶
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bisexualgenderfemme · 15 days ago
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always makes me sad when ppl outright decide to never try hrt (even tho they want to & even tho they could abstractly & even tho they're definitely dysphoric now) bc it 'wont do much'
you don't know that!! you don't! it could do everything! & also? you HATE yourself now! isn't /anything/ better than nothing? I'm not saying it's not hard, or that there's not obstacles, or that it'll be a huge wild drastic change leaving u unrecognizable. I'm just saying: you do not know what hrt can do for you until you try it.
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karlmarxxing · 1 year ago
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They weren't kidding the for you tab is really meant to cause as much psychological damage to you as possible
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moe-broey · 3 months ago
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Besties it may be so fucking over. I think I might literally unironically have covid.
Which is. So unbelievably Stupid. For the entire duration of its existence I managed to avoid it. I was gonna get my updated vaccine at the end of the month. I go to a concert (one of many for the fucking record) and I am masking for the majority of it. I get fucked up by a crowd surfer I almost lose a piercing (bloody but healed okay, was only a bit crusty the day after). Maybe it wasn't the wisest decision to put it right back in but like bitch???????????? What else was I gonna do?????? I mean. Maybe if I were smarter I would have just waited til I got home to fully sanitize it. It did happen during the last set. But like are you kidding me do you think I'm thinking anything other than "Oh shit I almost lost a piercing and it would be a pain in the ass to replace it and I don't wanna risk my hole closing up". In all fairness I think I'm allowed to be a bit stupid there.
Anyways my symptoms haven't been cold like or flu like and they feel exactly like what I experienced when I got the vaccine way back when. Headaches, muscle aches, loss of taste, difficulty breathing even just with. A sports bra. I kinda stopped binding a while ago bc of the strain. It may be so fucking over for me. Literally get top surgery or just fucking die. Have to figure out what's up here first though, gonna call my doctor about it. 🧍
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