/fa/ stories and feels
> dressed like a normal day
> girl in my class tells me I dress like im rich
> wearing thrift store shirt with ross jeans and shitty timex watch with bass desert boots.
I guess I made it
Also I have gotten numerous compliments on my sweaters.
>catching people mirin
girls have called me fashionable alot.
Girls telling me I smell nice
> their jaw drops when I tell them I am a kiss less virgin who never had a GF.
thanks /fa/ you have made me a better man
we all going to make it.
I have been told I look very nice now that all my suits are near perfect fits.
too bad I never get to dress up.
my catch was potatos wtf ?!?!?
>start dressing nice
> everyone gives me benefit of the doubt now
> halo effect full
> still act like a scumbag
> can brush people off and be callous but they still are interested in me
halo effect is toppest feel.
>tfw people begin to suspect you are gay
> tfw called pretty boy
> tfw girls ask for your skin care routine
>browse /fa/ for entirety of college
>care a lot about looks, trends, very self-conscious
>graduate and struggle to pay rent
>clothes are literally falling apart, massive crotch rips in jeans, run into tree while biking and shred shirt
>no money to buy new clothes
>begin to lose interest in fashion out of necessity
>stop caring how I dress for the most part
>enjoy this far more than being pseudofashionable
>every day neutral color tshirt, flat front shorts, roshes, comfortable costco socks with dumb "sweat wicking" iconography
>feels incredible man (except the poor part)
>come back to /fa/ for a lil bit, see "palewave," smile and scroll pleasurably
h-have i into pleb comfort? is this what true enlightenment feels like?
>be effay everyday
>one day get tired and decided not to dress well
>white tee, short shorts which i made my self, sandals
>family and friends come over without telling me
>qt i never seen before was there, they all talking and watching tv and listening to music
>worst feel ever
i wanted to go dress up and let her know im not what she was seeing
>not talking to her with an actualy personality and handsome face
>not convincing her you know the sickest place and to give you a minute to change clothes to take her out that night
>started to buy clothes from H&M
>friends begin to become jelly of my fashion sense.
>start working out a bit, have a chest, and decent muscles
>watch girls checking me out, smiling at me
>still a bitch to act on it
I guess I made it, I just need to chance my hair style.
man i wish i could think about that at the time, i felt so low i put my face down so she wouldnt notice me
>mfw friend calls her over to meet me
There's no "true enlightenment" in fashion. The only definition for fashion that's worth giving two shits about is finding clothing that you feel conmfortable/confident in. It seems like you've done just that, so congrats!
>woke up this morning
>had a boner
>went to sleep last night with no bitch
>be going through shit, losin' bitches and homies
>moms don't got a job
>pop's checks ain't enough
>tfw If ain't bringin' home that money, my whole family is fucked
>move like the Mob, probably kuz I'm watchin' movies too much
>If niggas wanted you dead, what would you suggest?
>fake niggas wonder why I do drugs and hang with thugs
>becoming more outgoing
>talking to people more
>dressing better, losing weight and getting fit
>rediscovering old interests, playing the guitar more
>got an opportunity to travel the world and study abroad
>feeling as good as i ever have in my life
>worsening anxiety becoming almost crippling
>still terrified of the future and unsure what i really want to do in my life
>worsening insecurity about my race, my height, other shit i can't control
>afraid of becoming intimate with anyone
>afraid of coming to terms with my sexuality
>all i really want to do is crawl under the covers and sleep for the next 100 years until i fucking die
this isn't how life is supposed to work
Take care of that anxiety. I went from being a 4.0 student that graduated a year early to not graduating college in six years because I became detached from people and locked myself in my apartment for close to half a year, then I stopped going to class, and moved back with my parents for a while, and still don't like it outside. Don't become me. Get help. I'm only now going back to school and trying to be normal. Don't lose hope because you don't want to try to bounce back from where I am.
That emotion when the only person to compliment you on your fashion sense is your ex who treated you like shit
The feel when I'm so fucking happy. No matter what.
Serious question though.
What anxiety feels like?
I currently fool with a qt girl that is depressive AF. But her life is so fucking fine and stable, shit like that makes me wonder if all depressive people act in that way just to seek attention. I'm not trying to offend no one. But I Can't fucking relate to the feel of depression for more than a day.
Of course I feel down when I gain a couple pounds, I feel down when I see people getting things when they don't deserve it, but it doesn't matter,because at the other day. I simply make stuff to solve my problems.
For me, it was just that I felt unsure, like I was under a magnifying glass all the time. My parents wanted me to succeed and be this prodigy, and I was just afraid of failing. Then it started to feel like every laugh around me was directed at me, and then I froze when doing things. I didn't want to do anything anymore. I just didn't feel like watching movies, or anime, or playing games, or even masturbating. I just slept a lot and cried for no reason. I had a good life. Fuck, I still do. My personality has been the only limiting factor on what might have been, though I'm still 23, so not a big issue. I just wish I had gotten help sooner. My parents didn't understand and just tried to help by yelling at me and calling me useless and stupid, even though we knew I wasn't those things. They learned, though, so now I'm doing good things. It's a fucked up existence. Be glad you are happy, but if you ever need help, don't hesitate to get it. The sooner you get over that shit, the less damage you will do.
>qt hinting me that she's into me
>went with it and ask her out
>dated for a little bit nothing official yet
>but she seems like she likes me
>she wents out with this guy yesterday for movie
>told me she wasn't into him and etc
>we stopped talking after that
>23 on Aug 20th
>tfw you havent been outside in so long that you have no idea what people think of your fits or you in general
>poor from getting a worthless degree going to new york and paris and blowing all your savings on designer clothing
>no friends no gf just live in parents basement and do drugs all day
>too ashamed to even look my parents in the face, constantly bouncing between apathy, regret and self-loathing
>tinder matches i'll never follow up on and look at houses i'll never be able to afford
at least rick loves me.
Why even bother with the clothing spend your money on a fucking hobby that requires you being outside socializing withsstrangers you aspergers ridden raised by the internet lump of human scum
>Search online to find shirt/jacket
>Find perfect jacket
>Get email saying there are non in stock and it was a stock error
that happened to me with Haven when I ordered a SI:SP jacket ;_;
mention regretful choice of replacement headphones at work
> me: atleast they were only 50 dollars
> I love how he thinks 50 dollars is cheap!
> Jacket is a thousand dollars and shoes must be like 1200! huehuehue
mfw I'm wearing fucking nikes
this is why I don't tell people how much stuff costs when they ask now.
basically. i skate / go to concerts / play in bands / do too many drugs / lead a generally interesting life / i get laid at least once every couple weeks / chill with cool people / try new and interesting things all while being /fa/. so yeah. fuck you.
>start copping basics and giving a shit about how I dress
>with pretty much no investiment this puts me miles ahead of anyone in my area since they all dress like shit
>people compliment me on clothing
>still insecure and depressive
>still scarred from years and years of acne
Oh well. I just wish I could disappear.
>run into someone who used to be an underclassmen in high school
>notice that the mountain dew shirt they're wearing is one they used to wear
>they've been wearing this same shirt for at least six years
>of all the time in music classes we spent together all I can remember is this fucking mountain dew shirt
>be high school fag
>get some unspoken on /fa/
>fits /fa/ would laugh at me for, but I pulled off
>preppy girls always mentioning my fits to me
>girls actually come talk to me about clothes, breaks the ice so easily
Materialism is a wonderful tool
>come out to best freind
>nothing really changes at first
>he becomes more and more distant
>eventually occasionally hang out
>still Bros just don't really talk
>we work together so that's where I see him often
>working one night
>ask if he needs help
>decide to get ice anyways
>starts yelling at me go home go home
>be like wtf you're not my boss
>goes and tells a manager
>I freak the fuck out because in my eyes this was the last straw saying he didn't want to be my freind
>flip over ice cart
>yell fuck you
>leave work and sit on a bench for an hour
>can't move to shocked at what I did
>text him saying I'm sorry and I just want to talk
>tells me to go to his car
>go expecting the worst
>have THE best bro talk ever
>better than our late night talks where we were both drunk
>confesses that he was afraid I was attracted to him
>asks me if I love him
> but like I love my brothers probably more actually
> tell him that he always been like a big brother to me
>he drives me home and I kind of break down
>we talk in my driveway for another 30 minutes
I think we really fixed everything that was causing problems and strengthened what we already had. I know this isn't /fa/ related I just kind of wanted to tell someone.
>tfw you can't handle all these feels
I wore a band tshirt that I used to wear all the time freshman year once and met and old friend from that time the same day. I still wonder if he went home and made fun of me for for wearing the same shirt for the past 6 years on the internet
>at the beach, walking along the boardwalk
>only wearing a basic white t shirt, target brand shorts and some sperry's
>hear girl say to her friend "he's cute"
>as I pass hear her say "Damn!"
>mfw only like 140lbs at 6'2"
>mfw no face
Clothes matter more than body /fa/
not samefag but what is real life? sipping cab listening to sinatra and going to sleep at 10:00 to wake up for another exciting day at your pointless job to buy things you dont need?
>only after you've paid your own bills
But what the fuck does this mean? Living by yourself? Have a job? Have a set 'career', as much as that means anything in today's world? Have no outstanding debt? Pay your own way through college? Literally pay your parents back for what they've spent on you? Own a house? Rent? Own a business? Three houses? Enough to live as the landed gentry?
Get the fuck out of here with your fucking ideology.
>wearing beater clothes with beater vans to mall
>"do you have socks"
>where did you buy those
>"plz help where can I just find some socks"
>people start to crowd in store I think I see my Grandma
>people begin to tap on the window
>is that Hulk hogan
>nice shorts man
>"wtf they're nike"
>store starts filling with various people and the pretzel stand staff and kiosk salespeople
>where you get those shoes man
>Hey shouldnt you be selling pretzels? Theyre just vans
>people begin to stand on each other and enclose around me like a cage
>they close in and I barely slip out by the lubrication of my sweat
>walk out of the store
>notice socks and underwear are gone again
>can never go back to get more
>wake up shaking covered in spilled cereal at my desk at work after peeing myself
What have you done to me
Are you using that term in the quotidian usage or, like, the zizekian usage?
Also, it's like this: unless you're living completely outside of the capitalist economy and growing your own food and not buying anything, then you're living on someone's dime. And, sure, everyone leans on their family and social circle to different extents, but at some point, if you're able, you should be making sure that you make that dime upon which you subsist. Or else you're just parasitizing the alienated labor of your parents or whomever else supports you.
>wearing glassjaw snapback
>glassjaw has god tier merch
>shoe lady at nordstrom complimented it
I've only been complimented on it once by another glassjaw fan. I'm pretty sure she thought it must have been some hypebeast brand because I was wearing white selvege jeans and jordan 1s.
>seeing a qt on the one day in a hundred you look bad
Fuck this feel. Fuck it so hard. It keeps happening to me while I get groceries, and I still haven't fucking learned.
>wearing gym shorts to grocery store
>decide to stop by ulta to get more conditioner
>qt at register
>in grocery store after a walk in the park
>wearing gym shorts and a dirty tee
>short haired 8/10 qt working at blender demonstration desk
>spend 5 minutes pretending to listen to her sales pitch while I stare at her face and wish I didn't look like shit
>live in iowa
>buy jeans made after 2008 that aren't too big on me
>buy shirts without words or symbols in muted tones
>don't wear running shoes when I'm not running
>top 3% of people when it comes to fashion
>buy pair of new balance on vacation unavailable in home country
>"if you're not going to wear them to work out them why did you buy them??"
>because i dont want to ruin them????
>"thats a waste of money"
>BITCH THESE ARE KICKS
Thank you so much. For these answers.
About the family stuff. Is kind of fucked up how the view of nuclear family has been demonized in this last years by liberal media. But growing in a fake-stability has made up my personality, which is kind of good. I admire my parents so much for putting their happiness after mine in every moment.
I know I can't relate to anxiety, but perhaps I may understand it one day.
Nice to see I'm not the only one in Iowa. Do you ever go to the State Fair? I tend to go every couple of years since it really is like Heart of Darkness when it comes to fashion like you described. I saw a dude wearing a beaten-up cowboy hat and a blue stained Western shirt with a belt and suspenders holding up a ratty pair of tight denim shorts. The guy was at least over 250 pounds.
I used to go every couple years, but I've already gone twice this year. Much more fun now that I can get drunk, but the people watching is the best.
My favorite this year has been a ripped dude wearing nothing but short jean shorts, and black shoes with white socks. He was also sporting a tasteful blonde mullet.
And don't forget about the wall-e tier hamplanets sitting in power chairs in front of parking lots, using sticks to constantly motion toward the lot to seduce fairgoers into paying $10 for parking.
Worst part about Iowa is the country invasion imo. All acting like they're from Texas or some shit.
>tfw the entire midwest is like this except for Minneapolis & Chicago.
>Create fit that I think looks good
>See people look at me
>Oh god, why did I wear this? I look so stupid
>Go home and cry
>buying wallet online
>on sale, $110 down to $55
>credit card declined
>ask bro to use his paypal
>asks what i'm buying
>"you don't need to spend $50 for a wallet"
>"you can get a perfectly good one for $20"
>pleb had bought a jet-ski less than a month ago
>claimed it was an 'investment' and it would 'pay off' by next summer
>order white new balance crt300's for summer
>they oversold them so now I can either refund or exchange for different colour
>get blue instead
>doesn't go with any of my clothes
>never wear them
>been lifting for a few months
>only have 1 pair of pants that fit me
ppl b looking @ u cuz dey wan dat dik son.
b confidunt in yoself.
>Girlfriend tells me I look good in a hat
>Going out to meet up with gf, wearing hat and some guy is skateboarding past me
>Screams "YOU'RE A FAGGOT" as he goes past me
>Take off hat and put in my gf's purse
>Feel down, shaken, and defeated for the rest of the day
W-why did he have to yell at me?
Bros I am almost 6ft (5'11.8", so almost made it) and 70kg or 154 lbs. I have literally no muscle mass and a lot of my friends are probably stronger than me naturally, despite being shorter than me.
Should I gain muscle mass and losr weight or just lose weight? I feel like if I drop 5kg then I will seriously start looking like a hung skeleton
>when I tell them I am a kiss less virgin who never had a GF
This resonates with me like no other post.
>on the train to Lenox Square
>premier shopping destination for sartorial elite in Atl
>two lanky gents in aggressively tailored suits compliment my tie and trousers
>Encourage me to apply
>several weeks pass
>told I'm overqualified due to previous work as admin asst
>wot de fauck????
I've always assumed that candor and charm were instrumental in landing retail. Niggas be wildin
>tfw love is natural and real but not for such as you and I
>tfw can feel the soil falling over my head
>gf wants to fuck in shower
>get in the shower and start making out
>starts blowing me
>switch it up
>start tonguing her butthole
>she forgets that she has a tampon in
>pulls it out
>trying to stick it in but the tampon makes it dry as fuck so it takes forever
>finally get it in and start going at it
>have a hard time(lel) staying hard in the shower because of the heat
>end up losing boner while pounding her
>starts blowing me again
>WHY DO I TASTE BLOOD?
>remembers she was on her period
>end up making out some more
>hop out and let her finish her hair and shit
>dry off in kitchen with dog staring at me
>get dressed and go buy some sandwiches
>tonguing her butt
>water keeps collecting in her crack just above my nose
>goes into my nose
>pounding from behind
>water keeps splashing up into my face like a fucking fountain
It's true, would you mind posting your body? Just to get a perspective of how that type would look/wank over your skelebones
I was planning to do this & eat a lot healthier. Trouble is I think I will just gain a little muscle mass but generally be healthier - I want to lose the fat. Mainly from my face. But to have a good body is definitely a bonus.
FURTHER QUESTION : How much can one expect their face to change by losing 6-7kg of fat when at 70kg/5'11.8" ?
Yeah I'm originally from a small town here and I'd say at least quarter to a half of my school felt the need to go full country farmer like you said, even though probably half of them actually did any farming. Iowa's pretty weird sometimes.
>tfw my eyes get dry and red as fuck if i dont get enuogh sleep
>rarely get enough sleep
>people think im a pussy because my eyes are red and it looks like im about to cry
>last time at work
>steve, everythings alright?
>looks like you're gonna cry
>yeah your face and eyes are all red
>people think i'm a little bitch
i dont really care about their opinions but its sad that people assume im a pussy because of something i cant control :(
>got sunburned yesterday
>took a nap woke up and had MASSIVE bags under eyes
>went to whataburger and the first thing the cashier says, "are you tired"?
>in great situation in life, fixed literally everything
>suddenly miss playing games all day and hanging with lowest scum and drug dealers that were my friends some years ago and spending all the money on wicked drugs
I just can't into life, I want to cry
except you're wrong.. I know what bobby brown looks like, I also know what california medical looks like, and I know what OG purple looks like. So fuck you, pleb. Just because you're too autistic to get good prices doesn't mean I am.
>tfw 21 and have what I wanted
>4 pairs of good jeans in different colors
>4 pairs of chinos
>12 good basic tees from gap and banana republic in different colors
>3 pairs of good sneakers in hi and lo black and white
>3 pairs of boots in different colors
>5 jackets from sportswear to denim to field
>getting job at banana republic
>have to buy another 1/3 worth of wardrobe in menswear
>only have 2 dress shirts
>no dress shoes
>no dress trousers
There goes 600+ bucks.
So I work as an assistant in real estate
>Listing new proprerty
>boss is telling me about this house
>never done a short sale before, ask what it is
>Basically trying to get the bank to take the money gained from selling a house in place of the higher amount they want
>Why are we doing that?
>Boss starts telling me about how he never does short sales unless it is asked for a personal favor from a friend
So the story goes
>old retired man comes in with tears in his eyes after being referred to
>he is in his 70s at least and is sobbing
>asks my boss to help him
>he is the primary contact on a loan he got for his son so that his son could pay off the loan and get a house
>the son's wife was cheating on him
>finds out, pulls out a gun in front of his wife a while later.
>shoots himself in front of her
>house is a mess now
>bank doesn't give a shit and is now putting all of the shit on this old guy who is retired
>80,000 in debt
>Going to ruin him
So I basically got to thinking how fucked up life is. I'm turning 20 next week and it seems that just more and more death keeps surrounding me as I get older. Between Robin Williams, one of my friends a year ago, and this...there is a huge scent of depression in the air. I don't know. I always knew growing up sucked...but I never considered this. I never asked for this at all. People who have it way better than you can't cope, so I almost wonder if I can.
Anyways, thanks for listening /fa/. Sorry for "muh blogging"
>work with woman in her 70s in retail
>she talks about how she used to live in San Francisco and having maids
>find out she was born rich and was rich
>lost it all in 08 investments in Fannie Mae Freddie Mac
>working retail into her grave now
>doesn't have a car
And there are like 4 older women I work with with similar stories and no cars. I live in Phoenix, everyone has a car unless they're poor.
Yeah, you are right. plenty of people are happy, just a death and severe depression always speaks louder than someone who is happy and living a good life. I need to remember that.
Man, I can't even imagine that.
I know there is a lot of hostility towards people who are rich, but just because they are rich doesn't make them not people. Tons of people are going to be working for the rest of their lives long after others have retired for that same reason. I don't think anyone deserves to be in such a low position that they can't even afford a car...how sad.
I get 1/2 oz for 120 bucks in AZ. Usually it's Sour Diesel. I've also smoked dispensary Platinum OG, Juicy Fruit, and Lemonhead. My favorite was Juicy Fruit. I've never even seen reggies.
He sounds like a good guy. I wish I had some gay friends. The most I had was a gay manager. Also some black friends. The most I have is a white sneakerhead that loves warren g and sports.
>Decide have a hiatus from the trades
>been living on savings
>actually having a budget
>a whole bunch of jobs pop up
>dreamjob for making money, taking vacations, and buying "grails" errweek is in the mix
>Dont want to go back up north
>but margiela is calling me to bed
>tow finally remotely skinny fat after months of eating good
its a good feel
Congrats anon. I was always skinny until I decided to bulk up a bit to gain muscle quickly last winter. It's hard to cut back after eating whenever I felt like it.
Getting some muscle was definitely worth it, though.
>shy guy with chronic bitch face and pretentious voice tone
>see some hot model tier qt3.14 girl at the deli with her mum
>probably she's 17 or somethinc
>tfw been in social isolation for almost all my life
>tfw don't know how to approach people without looking like some reterdad with ass burgers
>tfw no matter how fashionable you are you wont get your social skills back
>tfw i will never see such a perfect girl in my near future
pls halp, what could I've done? What if i get go see another perfect girl again? I don't want to die alone
Stop having aspergers. Go outside and talk to strangers all the time instead of sitting online talking ugly goth clothes with fellow autistic aspergers virgins
>sense of style is 0.005% as important as charisma and social confidence
>tfw poor facial aesthetics
>debilitating social anxiety
>every time before i go inside somewhere I have to sit in my car first and think of what i'm going to say
>the qt3.14 girls at the register/deli/store always brush me off and never go outside of the same stuff they say to every customer
>if i see someone i know unexpectedly or get caught off guard with a random conversation i usually have no idea what to say
>april first of this year
>never dons on me that its april fools
>get ambiguous "can i tell you something" text from my best boy
>over the course of a 15 minute conversation i eventually just tell him to fucking spit it out
>"i think im gay dude. i dont want it to change anything, and i dont know who to talk to."
>immediately tell him it changes nothing
>"april fools you fucking faggot"
>to this day he and his girlfriend still tell people how impressed they were that i responded the way i did
>the feel of someone legitimately valuing your friendship is the best feel of all
I do that. Say hi to people on the elevator, strike up a convo with a girl who's not going anywhere.
There are plenty of situations in which it would seem weird, which is probably what you're thinking about. If you're waiting in line together, see someone at the library, sitting in class, walking in the same direction at a slow pace, or just asking a question, you can approach strangers just fine.
Doesn't work in all cultures, but it's fine most places in the US. Someone who doesn't give you the time of day is the one committing the faux pas, not you for reaching out to a stranger in a kind way.
>known as the fashionable guy in my group
>slim pants, sometimes colored, plain tees and boots
>don't mind it, banter is fun
>meeting girls that friends know, they introduce me as the fashionable guy
>instantly feel emasculated, girls probably think I'm gay
i do that but i get total retard when its someone i care or i think its above basic pleb bitches tier
what i mean is, how to get to people you care or be interested in without spilling the marinara?
with regular people im just "whatevs bitch" mode but when I'm with someone interesting or good looking (this only applies to girls) i get full "h-hey ... Do you like videogames?" and act like a creepy neckbeard
fucking insecurity, its going to drive me mad some day
cognitive therapy is the only treatment. or alcoholism.
just uhh... well google "speaking anxiety tips" or something. you can rely on crutches or "magic bullet" anecdotes and formulas only so far; there comes a certain point where you have to genuinely be ok with talking to strangers to be good at talking ro strangers. maybe get a job that lets you conversate alot, i used to run games in hersheypark and got to talk to people all day. helped my flirt game alot. also got really good at juggling cus all i did was sit around playing with softballs all day.
>I also have Pectus
i fucking hate it and the only free solution is bulking up and i would totally hate that and i guess i cant get into braces and comsetic surgery
pls kill me
I was a lost cause in middle school. Over the years I got better and better, and now I'm decent in social situations. I'm even better when I'm around people I like, because I share commonalities with those people. Just try to remember that. If you like someone for the right reasons, feel comfortable being yourself. Learn how to tell good stories, but first you need to do interesting things.
And don't think about other people as being intimidating. The difference between an average person and a genius isn't as big as you'd think. It comes down to personality. This will also make you good in interviews.
As for attractive girls, I'd say don't be the guy to hit on them if you're not overly confident or attractive. If you're comfortable enough and talk to them like a real human being and show that you're a fun and interesting person, some of them will pursue you.
Think of something cool you've always wanted to do, and do it as soon as possible. Keep doing cool things until you find things that you want to do all the time, and get better at them. That's what makes people interesting, because you'll do a lot of other interesting things along the way.
Don't know what else to say other than just put yourself out there. If all of your inputs are the same, your outputs won't change either.
God, I lost my virginity at 16 with a girl in her period. I was so fucking horny, Why I couldn't wait a couple days. Shit I hate my fucking self for pulling out this kind of stuff.
Srsly never fuck on her period, it smells, it stains, it makes stupid squishy sounds that ruin the boner.
those are some good feels
this is part of the reason I will never marry.
tfw I have apparently reached a point at which I have an 'implied sense of style', for lack of a better word
> wearing Nikes that I loathe while playing dodgeball with coworkers
> 'these always come untied, shoulda worn trainers'
> Atleast they look great!
> Something about the nice leather
feels good tho nonetheles, I dunno - it seems like when you're known for having nice clothing people assume all your clothing, including the shitty stuff is nice too.
> buy shit online
> 2 day shipping
> clears Italy, Germany, and all of the US in one day
> reaches Richmond BC UPS sorting facility
> sits their all day
> awaiting final clearance
> delivery will be rescheduled
I swear to go ups richmond is a fucking blackhole, this happens everytime.
People get 'down'. People feel 'depressed'. That's still miles away from the real psychiatric diagnosis called depression. You gaining a bit of weight isn't depression, it's just a slight deflation of your self-esteem that will bounce back soon. Depressed people see the world, theirselves and the future negatively.
>(not that attractive) bitch basically begging me to fuck her
>asks me if I'm coming to her party tomorrow
I'll probably go to my friends party instead. I don't get that much attention from girls, so I haven't really told her that I'm not into her.. Especially since I got a haircut yesterday, so she'll def want the d
>was already into streetwear when fa was still circkejerking bowties and shit
>so far ahead of everyone that modern monochrome avant garde streetwear bores me
>not sure yet what to do with my aesthetic
>slim fits are so boring and mainstream, been experimenting with different silhouettes
>receive word that /fa/s favorite designers are almost all embracing more relaxed pants in fw15 and beyond
>bask in glow of being so nxtlvl
>shunned by fa about it because they aren't nxtlvl
Seriously, I find it's very hard to smile and everyone who doesn't know me thinks I have a problem.
>go back to Georgia for a week (I live in St Louis right now)
>Friends haven't changed at all, just get more fucked on dank and Icehouse.
>I'm not even /fa/ (getting there), but I'm years ahead of everyone clothes-wise (friends are still wearing Sperry's and flip-flops).
>Friends jokingly call me gay
>Ask why they think that.
>Basically: "dude, look at yourself".
>Coral AA shirt, cuffed shorts above the ankles (fag alert in Georgia), flyknits.
>wearing Dove deodorant
>bought a fifteen dollar Yankee candle at the mall two hours before (so I can burn it when i smoke in my bathroom)
What the fuck? They know I'm not gay, but I feel like shit because what they're saying is that I've come back vaguely effeminate.
>tfw St Louis and my gay college ruined me
I should've just went to UGA and raped a sorority girl.
>dress as effay as i can (poor fag. shop at thrift stores and kholes)
> people at work and school think im gay cuz i pinroll and roll shorts up above knees
>meanwhile they wear work boots and 501s and camo hats (massholes)
>mfw fuck them, i look good
>friends joke around
you don't sound like much fun to be around tbh
>"i'm YEARS ahead of everyone here fashion wise"
>tshirt cuffed pants and flyknits
yeah bro you must be traveling at relativistic speeds you are on a whole nother level ayy lmao
>tfw 160 lbs
>tfw everyone tells me I look anorexic
>tfw I look in the mirror and look fat
They only brought it up once. I just told them to stop killing my buzz and that was it.
Maybe you're right and I was being a bitch about it.
And I explicitly said I wasn't /fa/, so don't give me shit about that. Lawrenceville is just stuck in 2009 and I'm not.
Yeah, I guess you're right. I don't really give a fuck that someone gave me shit about it, but i was taken aback that my friends were cracking jokes about it.
But that's just them being bros and trying to keep me down to earth. The friends I've made at my college don't just sit around and crack jokes about each other, so I guess I've gone soft since leaving.
lucky you m8. i roll witta qt that is so type a and bubbly. and im chillin there with her goin uh um err
I feel the same way, dude. Every day I wake up and compare myself to others - my ex, my old friends, etc. And it just makes me feel worse and worse. I can sleep for hours on end, but it doesn't help.
I'm seeing a psychologist, but I just don't feel like I'm getting anywhere anymore.
>yeah look at me guys im so nxtlvl and ahead of the curve
make like your pants and relax please
you just need to calm down and post a fit
and also examples of when you were shunned by /fa/ without you being a belligerent contarian
People tend to exaggerate their mental condition a lot. Depression is what Robin Williams had before he decided to take his life. As in, a serious sickness. When you are truly depressed nothing can make you happy again, you stop caring about everything and everyone, you just stare at the ceiling and and think about suicide. I hate how people love to say that they are depressed at the slightest whiff of bad mood. I pray to god I will never experience true depression.
>mfw no friendship like this
this is very true. additionally the vast majority of seriously depressed people do not come across as 'sad.' most are very good at feigning happiness (robin williams) and if they are not, most people will just assume that they are unfriendly or not nice people. i have no respect or patience for people who openly discuss their 'illness' on social media as if it's some sort of tangible excuse to complain on aforementioned social media
(fortunately i know very few people who fit the previous description)
>crippling inability to relate to/socialize with males on a normal level
>the only real friends i have ever had wont speak to me anymore
>trying to make friends with girls only leads to sex
>often try to make personal connections before/after sex but they simply do not understand or care enough
>every relationship i have tried to pursue has ended with me being cheated on
>find out one of the grills that i used to care about deeply had been stealing cash and food from me the whole time (she was poor)
>no real male friends and girls apparently don't give a fuck about my personality and only want my cock
>having sex only makes me feel more empty inside
>paying less than $20/g and get shit weed
LOL $20/g is absolute rape
>mfw i buy top-shelf quality from a grower in the med state next to mine for a price that ends up as less than $10 per gram
>mfw i have never bought a single gram in my life
>mfw people like you are paying for all of my cops
thanks for the daily reminder lel thanks for your patronage
>cop new pair of pf flyers online because hurr durr muh online shopping
>get them in size 10 because i wear 10s in my other sneakers just fine, so i dont see why it should be a problem
>the shoes arrive and theyre fucking massive
>i look like i'm wearing fucking clown shoes
>50 bucks down the toilet
$20 for a dub is standard where I live. $60 for an eighth, $110 for a quad, $140-180 for a half, $280 for a full zip. Obviously prices can change depending on who you buy from and how much they like you. I usually get a half zip of good weed for $140.
>was uneffay in hs
>we're talking oversized sweats, long greasy hair, dirt stache and sideburns, four-sizes-too-big jeans, and the godawfulest "slip-on" shoes you ever saw
>did a 360
>wearing sick clothing now
>people always complimenting my treds u no
>gonna be at least another 10 years before a high school reunion
I know I should just move on with my life but I can't stop feeling like I have so much to prove to them
tfw your acne jeans shrank in the wash and fit perfectly now
same here, i can only do it if i find something genuinely funny or whatever
i try and force it but after a few seconds the corners of my mouth go and i just end up looking kind of disgusted
well, /fa/ has been into monochrome since i started lurking and maybe some time back, something like a year and a half and now monochrome is getting into the masses so you can say /fa/ has been nxtlvl for over a year and a half
>tfw monochrome is getting trendy now
>tfw you dont even like seeing bright colours
>tfw you wont be effay in monochrome anymore
maybe is just a phase in society, idk i dont want them to be effay, idk what to do
"muh special snowflake" complex
u son, hae the CBhronic Bitch Face disorder
theres no cure, maybe you really have a problem like depression or some above levels of stress
some bitches like it tho but still you look intimidating according to them
>been goin to same barbershop almost 8 years now
>barbershop gets a spread in magazine
>go early in the morning today for haircut cuz have to attend wedding tomorrow
>get there 1 hour before opening
>line of people around the block
>3 hour wait
>everybody asks for the "Don draper" or "the lawless" haircut
>pissed cuz late to wedding rehearsal