Fuck no
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- Mr. Tomlinson's feud started after members of the now-defunct Reddit site r/opieandanthony got his Twitter account suspended, causing him to threaten some bored trolls who never heard of him with a libel lawsuit. The trolls responded predictably.
- Mr. Tomlinson has been instructed many times by friends, family, police, and attorneys to stop engaging with his trolls, and that continuing to provoke them will cause him to be trolled even more. Mr. Tomlinson wilfully ignores this advice.
- He would eventually file a defamation suit against 60 anonymous people which was dismissed with Mr. Tomlinson being ordered to pay $34,762.25 for opposing parties' attorney fees.
- He ended up paying $83,736.99 due to his unsuccessful attempts to dodge the court-ordered judgement, for which he faced jail time and contempt charges.
- He also filed 2 frivolous restraining orders against people who had engaged in First Amendment-protected behavior (one for texting him and another for attending his contempt of court hearing), both of which were dismissed.
- Early on in the lawsuit, Mr. Tomlinson vandalized his own motorcycle and submitted a false police report blaming the people he was suing.
- He accidentally sent surveillance video of the alleged vandal to a troll. The individual in the video is very obviously Patrick S. Tomlinson.
- Mr. Tomlinson has never submitted this video footage during any of his many media tours, and desperately tries to scrub it from the internet.
- Mr. Tomlinson claims that the surveillance video was initiated by his "motion-activated" camera, which only collects "30 seconds at a time", despite the video being 32 seconds long and beginning several seconds before the "vandal" enters into the frame.
- On 13 April 2023, the individual responsible for calling the fake emergences (SWATs) to Mr. Tomlinson's house, a SWAT-for-hire dealer named "Torswats", revealed that Mr. Tomlinson ordered the SWATs to his own house because he wanted to get in the news and sue the MPD for money.
- Torswats would repeat these allegations in private chats which were not intended for public view.
- Mr. Tomlinson has gone on multiple news tours since the SWATtings started in order to promote his victimhood brand, utilizing the services of Lenora Claire.
- He also recently sued the MPD for money.
Too relatable. I start feeling guilty whenever i feel good about something in my life or myself. Like i don't deserve it. Idk why.
When I was a kid and first heard about someone being depressed I couldn't fathom what it meant or how it could feel.
Now I'm completely well fucking aware of what it means and how it feels and I really don't like it but am dug so deep I'm hitting bedrock.
It's all relative. I'd say I'm less unhappy than I've been in the past, but "happy"? That might be pushing it.
I'd rather be right than happy
I miss my ex wife...
I miss my ex wife...
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Jeez. I'll skip the worthless sappy advice... Practical advice is to do more fun things to alleviate that anxiety. By fun I mean active, not trolling Patrick Tomlinson (while fun, doesn't have the same effect on your mood than being outdoors and skateboarding, skiing, snowboarding, surfing, etc... Whatever you choose to do).
Adults simulate fun with video games etc. Try to be a kid again in the sense of going outside and doing cool active shit. When I realized that my life did a 180.
happy-ish I guess...
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Thank you, child. True I don't do enough fun things.
There'd be a few sad crows, I bet.
I think pretty highly of you for a stranger. You seem genuinely good. You deserve to enjoy life.
First, of course not. Rather than lay out my specific circumstance, I will grace/burden you with my hypothesis on the prevalence of anxiety disorders:
In simple terms, we're not really doing what we're supposed to be doing. Not talking in a religious sense, but sure you can argue that pretty easy. I mean that we still have brains from pre-agrarian humans, and while we're smart enough to overcome a lot of that with society, the caveman brain that rides the lizard brain knows things are fucked and is pissed. You are genetically supposed to live more or less like a squatemalan tribe: small groups of tightly-connected families all actively working 24/7 for their ensured success and always on the lookout for danger.
No, you operate a machine to get to your job and operate a different machine there, doing things that have zero bearing on your personal existence other than the transactional aspect of the job. You don't kill or harvest your own food, you might not even cook it. Mating rituals are all sorts of messed up, religion has moved from the true faith: sun worship. That's all supremely fucked, caveman knows it, and thus everyone is always a bit more on edge than the brain is really prepared for.
I would wager a guess that people in more physically active jobs are happier, as the caveman brain can accept that in lieu of actual mammoth hunting or stone axe warfare.
Think about a bear or ape or other higher-order animal in a zoo: they're just sentient enough to know their situation is fucked, and that's why you see chimps edging for hours or compulsively puking and eating their own puke. Humans are another order above mentally, so we have more and better coping mechanisms. Say "brain" and try to sound smart some more, stupid.
In simple terms, we're not really doing what we're supposed to be doing. Not talking in a religious sense, but sure you can argue that pretty easy. I mean that we still have brains from pre-agrarian humans, and while we're smart enough to overcome a lot of that with society, the caveman brain that rides the lizard brain knows things are fucked and is pissed. You are genetically supposed to live more or less like a squatemalan tribe: small groups of tightly-connected families all actively working 24/7 for their ensured success and always on the lookout for danger.
No, you operate a machine to get to your job and operate a different machine there, doing things that have zero bearing on your personal existence other than the transactional aspect of the job. You don't kill or harvest your own food, you might not even cook it. Mating rituals are all sorts of messed up, religion has moved from the true faith: sun worship. That's all supremely fucked, caveman knows it, and thus everyone is always a bit more on edge than the brain is really prepared for.
I would wager a guess that people in more physically active jobs are happier, as the caveman brain can accept that in lieu of actual mammoth hunting or stone axe warfare.
Think about a bear or ape or other higher-order animal in a zoo: they're just sentient enough to know their situation is fucked, and that's why you see chimps edging for hours or compulsively puking and eating their own puke. Humans are another order above mentally, so we have more and better coping mechanisms. Say "brain" and try to sound smart some more, stupid.
If you're happy, I don't trust you. You have no life experience with which to base decisions on, and your emotional intelligence is likely dull as a doornail.
There is no cure for unhappiness. I have been unhappy for so many years I'm almost at peace with it. You have to remain unhappy because you've already figured it out... There is no re-happying yourself once you've thought about pointlessness of life, after enough people you know die.
In the end, all your stupid possessions you care so much about are going right in the garbage. You like to think maybe you'll pass your cherished items to someone... Or maybe "someday I'll do that one thing I've been meaning to do for years.." and you never will. There is no "goodbye" scene, there is no "just five more minutes to go erase my internet history" or tie up loose ends, or have my final words. Tomorrow never comes, and then when you die... People will use your name to get attention, and that's if your lucky. Best case scenario, they forgot you ever existed, until one random moment... everything you ever did and said, is a passing, distant memory.
What's the point? Go through the motions. Try to at least get enough sleep. Lie just enough to keep the heat off your back. Who cares?
There is no cure for unhappiness. I have been unhappy for so many years I'm almost at peace with it. You have to remain unhappy because you've already figured it out... There is no re-happying yourself once you've thought about pointlessness of life, after enough people you know die.
In the end, all your stupid possessions you care so much about are going right in the garbage. You like to think maybe you'll pass your cherished items to someone... Or maybe "someday I'll do that one thing I've been meaning to do for years.." and you never will. There is no "goodbye" scene, there is no "just five more minutes to go erase my internet history" or tie up loose ends, or have my final words. Tomorrow never comes, and then when you die... People will use your name to get attention, and that's if your lucky. Best case scenario, they forgot you ever existed, until one random moment... everything you ever did and said, is a passing, distant memory.
What's the point? Go through the motions. Try to at least get enough sleep. Lie just enough to keep the heat off your back. Who cares?
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People give you shit for being black, but I always thought you were pretty smart. This is like some gay ass retarded shit I would've written when I was 15.
I'm so fucking happy it makes me feel guilty seeing what miserable pricks everyone else is.
Then I just throw on some Boney M and jam out to Daddy Cool.
Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world, faggots.
Then I just throw on some Boney M and jam out to Daddy Cool.
Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world, faggots.
I think ‘happy’ is more of a fleeting feeling that occurs during extra good times. Contentment is where it’s at. I am very content with the exception of a few financial goals I’m having trouble achieving. Honestly anyone who is miserable day to day should look back to their childhood and maybe talk to a psychologist. Don’t take any meds for it, that’s gay and will fuck you.
Lot of poorcel sad sacks in this thread, I'm happier than a pig in shit
Cant second this enough. Any way to get outside and exert yourself at something, even a fuckin’ walk, is PFG.
I'm a pretty happy person. It took time though. Your brain is really good at tricking you into thinking things matter. What you do matters. What other people think of you matters. Fuck that - everyone dies, let them think what they think.
I used to be very self-conscious. "I dont want to do that, I've never done it and I'll look silly." "I can't just quit my job, no one does that." Fuck what people think. Life is free, take advantage. Take risks. The downside is that you still die anyway.
I used to be very self-conscious. "I dont want to do that, I've never done it and I'll look silly." "I can't just quit my job, no one does that." Fuck what people think. Life is free, take advantage. Take risks. The downside is that you still die anyway.
I don't know if this is a "rogan take" or not (it probably is) but a LOT of unhapiness may have to do that in the natural order of things we were only supposed to like to 33 and we are still wired to a lizard brain that thinks it's the stone ages.
Now that we live way longer than we are supposed to, our brains have no way of comprehending what to do with all this free time we were never supposed to have
I used "lizard brain" so yeah it is a rogan take
Now that we live way longer than we are supposed to, our brains have no way of comprehending what to do with all this free time we were never supposed to have
I used "lizard brain" so yeah it is a rogan take