
DannyDuarco
New Member
- Sep 23, 2024
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Hey y'all. My name is Dan, I'm 40-something. I live in a major west coast American city. Just killing time until I walk out of this existence. On the surface, my life looks OK; wife, teen daughter, decent work (ER nurse).
But my whole existence is waiting for the other shoe to drop, and it's getting old. Stuck paying rent in a failing capitalistic hellscape of a "democracy," bearing witness to evil and institutional apathy writ large on a daily basis. Waiting to succumb to the inevitable decrepitude of old age. I get my thrills off other people's literal trauma at work, and bring myself down with weed, booze and the occasional bike ride. Absent those coping mechanisms, I am a ball of rage, shame and self-hate. The weed usually helps.
Lately I've been getting palpitations when I ride and I hope it's an impending massive coronary.
I hide these feelings well, though my wife has suspicions. I'm always the jokester at work, happy face, supportive. I've gotten so used to the mask that it feels effortless.
Probably going to wait until my parents are gone and daughter old enough to cope ( and make use of my retirement savings ) before I go out into the woods and put a .357 to the spot just behind the ear.
But my whole existence is waiting for the other shoe to drop, and it's getting old. Stuck paying rent in a failing capitalistic hellscape of a "democracy," bearing witness to evil and institutional apathy writ large on a daily basis. Waiting to succumb to the inevitable decrepitude of old age. I get my thrills off other people's literal trauma at work, and bring myself down with weed, booze and the occasional bike ride. Absent those coping mechanisms, I am a ball of rage, shame and self-hate. The weed usually helps.
Lately I've been getting palpitations when I ride and I hope it's an impending massive coronary.
I hide these feelings well, though my wife has suspicions. I'm always the jokester at work, happy face, supportive. I've gotten so used to the mask that it feels effortless.
Probably going to wait until my parents are gone and daughter old enough to cope ( and make use of my retirement savings ) before I go out into the woods and put a .357 to the spot just behind the ear.