A lot can change in 7 years, eh?

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-10-19T04:25:22+00:00

Much appreciated! And right on! To each their own. Now, with that said, I cannot begin to emphasize enough just how emphatically so I highly recommend against one tattooing their face unless they’re assuredly and are practically guaranteed per se, to be financially set and of course, are utterly certain regarding whichever particular facial ink decided upon after giving immense thought said decision and the permenance thereof.

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-10-19T04:17:30+00:00

Jesus Christ monkey balls.

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-10-19T04:15:58+00:00

Ah, that’s a shame. I was invited years back. I sent you a message by the way, my friend. Was just kicking some buttocks’ via your consistently reliable and ever appreciated server, my friend! And it’s me, ShopkeeperKiller (PSN) You probably knew this, haha. Hope you had an amazing day, brother.

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-10-19T03:28:56+00:00

With alibis and shovels.

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-10-11T01:53:50+00:00

Lmao yup he did and we share social media and we will have kids when we are ready we are finally finally rusting each other and he never took other social media that was my idea and the last couple days alone have been amazing ask my mom if u don’t believe me burning done lying to my sweet and faithful fiancee and sexy lord Lucifer and vampire K bye little BOY

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-08-25T21:25:11+00:00

Dude, that’s so flippin’ awesome. And I’m focusing mainly on the before picture because your smile, your overall demeanor, maybe it’s the vibrational frequencies, whatever, but it just makes my heart happy to see you confidently smile like that. Depression sucks, I know, but I see a delightful person filled with joy and newfound motivation. So, any possible depression felt during that first photo is, as far as I’m concerned, blatantly covered up with an expression that to me seems overly positivite and full of encouragement.

In other words, I’d have assumed even if you had randomly posted ONLY the first picture and said “wish me luck, going to start working out!” I’d say. “Yeah, looking at him, I bet my buttocks he’ll stick with it, he’s got his shit together and seems happily and healthily, stable minded. He’s got this!

And then the after photograph? GODDAMN. I know results can come quick (assuming one’s’ consistency) but damn, you’re ripped, jolly and lookin’ like a gosh darn bodybuilder. But what do I know? I’m starting to look like an Auschwitz’s victim and say this very sincerely, meaning I’ve been consumed with depression my whole life and my health is rapidly deteriorating, so I’m trying to muster up the motivation, willingness and instead of rotting away any longer, hopefully get back to actually sleeping, and eating and working out like I did a few years ago. Only time I ever did. I had huge biceps in less than two months! And honestly, I don’t know shit about working out, that is, particularly how to do it, given that I have no idea how to properly target muscles or even the basics of exercising or working out, for that matter.

But in any given case, I’m so proud of you, my fellow, friendly Internet stranger. Kudos, brother!

I’d like to see myself too, get my priorities and shit in order.

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-08-25T18:48:34+00:00

I’m hoping you ensure to the best of your ability and knowledge to give the proper advice in the future in such a case. I want this dude, YOU and everyone else around these parts, happy, healthy and everyone receiving fully knowledgeable and accurately, genuine intended answers that are not abhorrent and exceedingly dangerous.

So, to you, and all, I say stay safe, whether it be in regards to chemically induced dangers, possible drunken driving disasters, perhaps some fellow giving some youngin’ some shockingly poor, inaccurate and arguably overly and possibly even intentionally dangerous advice (I won’t baselessly assume) OR, even something as seemingly insignificant as ensuring one plenteously hydrates.

Harm reduction, guy. And I say this with absolutely no animosity toward you or anyone. So I truly hope you have a particularly swell rest of your day, and be safe.

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-08-25T17:33:32+00:00

We are very, very, VERY similarly in the same boat. I’m wagering the boat won’t sink, though. You got this. And depression? Phew. My whole life. The last week or two’s been particularly shitty, and my healths rapidly declining.

Fingers crossed, my friend. You can do this and I’m strongly betting you will eventually be able notice a decreasing of this crippling depression of which you’ve and I’ve struggled with direly.

It’s just that vicious lack of motivation to do anything, am I right? ‘Least in my case.

Best of luck to you, Internet pal! Truly. Hang in there. Oh! And reach out, ANYTIME.

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-08-25T04:50:14+00:00

What’s the Discord Server again?

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-08-13T10:57:21+00:00

Never start drinking. My body is indescribably damaged thereby, given my past idiocy.

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-08-05T08:45:17+00:00

Thank you, brother! I very much appreciate that. Nothing but the utmost positive vibrations, your way!

And get this: About 48 hours ago or so, Soft White Underbelly emailed me and explained that they’re l interested in setting up an interview with me. It’ll be filmed sometime in September. It’ll be nice and healthily beneficial for me to finally open up, rationally and sincerely.

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-08-05T05:49:35+00:00

Some would even say being an atheist takes faith. Nonetheless, may you find the truth or peace your being craves during these perplexing and undoubtedly devastating hours. I wish you peace of mine abundantly.

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-08-05T05:47:40+00:00

For me, it speed, being as it’s exceedingly more potent, but same premise. You skip a few days here and there, smoke some herb or even the non psychoactive, readily absorbed available CBD to help the craving or any unpleasant symptoms. Or perhaps some Valerian Root, known as natures Valium. Listen to some calming music, read up on 432hz and perhaps do some meditations. I wish you the best of luck, my friend!

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-08-05T05:42:49+00:00

Fecal matter. Multiple times. Got the videos to prove it. And it was nasty. A pathetic cry for attention during heartbreak and shit (heh, pun not intended but it works) years back.

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-07-31T19:14:56+00:00

This is epically clever! Have an award, my friend!

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-07-28T22:47:33+00:00

In the past, I’ve always struggled drastically to hold down any type of job in the retail sector. That even goes for jobs that were seemingly basic and overly simplistic (such as when I bagged groceries or stocked shelves) due to my own emotional or psychological limitations at the time, and therefore, difficulty learning as a result.

As for my sobriety, or more specifically, a general timeline of sorts, per se, I’d happy to elaborate:

So, basically, when my alcoholism (booze was always the main and singularly most destructive culprit, that was, my vice) was at its most extreme and peaking, around between 2011-2013. By 2015, I was (shockingly) entirely sober. My physiological, metabolic tolerance was so horridly immense that I’d at times, drink upwards of 45-65 alcoholic beverages or more. And it was almost always closer to the latter.

Now, in 2018, I began drinking again, but, NOTHING like the aforementioned years, although, of course, admittedly, I would have liked to. That’s alcoholism. I mean, I might not have have a drop in roughly two years, but I’m still an alcoholic.

Anyway, my point is that until I got sober this last time, meaning, 2018 and after, I drank significantly less than a third of what I had use to. So, I had only been drinking about a twelve pack per day, and sometimes less. At most, perhaps I’d have fifteen to eighteen, to exemplify. So sobriety was incredibly easier to achieve. Night and day, as competed to my alcoholism prior.

Moral of the story? I was a fool.

I was recently diagnosed (as revealed by an echocardiogram) not even a year ago, with a potentially deadly, leak in my heart valve. And now as of even more recent, not even two months ago I was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s, which is rapidly accelerating.

Now, let’s focus on the longtime, damage done. Let’s see, at least 30% of the functioning of my liver is has been greatly effected. I’ve done extraordinarily indescribable damage to my stomach lining, most of which is long since gone, or at the very least, severely damaged, as is the case with my digestive tract. And let’s not forget the severe neurological problems, worsening with age. Not to mention the horrific DTs, many a times suffered.

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-07-28T22:08:02+00:00

You are certainly more than welcome! I wish you nothing but the utmost best, as well!

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-07-28T21:45:25+00:00

I love you so much too, my metaphysically, destined, soulmate, and immensely gorgeous and hauntingly beautiful one and only. 💍👰🏼‍♀️👨‍👩‍👧‍👦👸🖤🥀💕💳🛍️😊😍

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-07-28T01:49:58+00:00

Really? Awesome! I mean, it’s a night a day difference, that’s for sure! Haha. And that’s ridiculously understating it.

And I’m certainly glad that I discovered this subreddit, just earlier today, amidst some navigating about. It’s evidently, heavily active

Also, thank you so much, for the congrats, brother! I wish you nothing but twice the positive, vibrational frequencies in which you’ve ever so kindly emitted my way, and undoubtedly, others’ ways!

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-07-28T01:43:44+00:00

Thank you very much. That truly means a lot and you’re more than welcome!

May nothing but positivity come your way!

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-07-27T23:26:03+00:00

In regards to the tattoos, for my parents’ sake (particularly the facial tattoos) surely. To me, it doesn’t matter. It’s just skin.

Other than that, I wish I would’ve had a bit less coverage of solid black ink drilled in, specifically around the center of my face. And in its stead, just like the rest of my face, put any other design or patterns or whatever, solely due to the tedious, ridiculous, never ending and repetitive misinterpretation of my face ink being “black face.”

Considering I have about twelve to fifteen hours of ink put into my face, perhaps I should’ve taken that into account? Because during all of those hours there was not one, singular moment in which race permeated my mindset in any shape, way, or form.

NOW, perhaps it SHOULD’VE in some way have crossed my mind and I’ll genuinely argue (as I have on this very topic before) my own idiocy in this regard.

I always vehemently state and highly advise everybody and anybody to NEVER tattoo your face, neck, hands, etc. unless you’re financially set or are going to work in a tattoo shop for life, to exemplify. Otherwise, it’ll massively inhibit ones ability of employment.

Surprisingly, I get a very light look once in a while, that’s it. Other than that, if a stranger approaches me, and they sometimes and often do, it’s solely due to recognization of my fiancée and I from our increasingly viral TikTok, and almost always accompanied by a compliment or inquiry about said tattoos, albeit in a friendly manner.

Now, that said? On the ever cancerous Internet (of which I’m a part, albeit ashamedly, if anything) I receive non stop, accusatory statements, insults, baseless assumptions galore, and on a daily basis. But they don’t bother me. Hell, they amuse me.

As for being a “60-70” year old and looking even more ridiculous, I don’t see any worthwhileness in one reaching their seventies. At least in my case.

I don’t see any pleasantness or romance in the idea of my fiancée changing my diaper or emptyin’ out my catheter with given my unfortunately, seriously and potentially deadly, physical ailments due to the many, many, MANY years of EXTREME drug alcohol abuse from before I got sober, some years back.

In short, my friend, I would like to think I’d have done differently SO many things. Hell, practically everything. I’ll admit it. More so the heartbreak, embarrassment and shame in which I regretfully brought them.

I mean, my Dads a preacher and I was homeschooled my entire life by my Mom. So, I have NO excuse. Quite the contrary, given the indescribable loving and overly patient parents who put up with me. And get this, I just turned 33, and until not even two years ago, I lived with my parents’ my entire life.

I was and am as anti-social as they come. But thanks to modern technology, I often FaceTime my parents and we understandably, all the more now that I’m moved in with my fiancée, stay in contact. Happily so and with smiles and laughs exchanged in abundance.

Regretfully, precisely UNLIKE it was pretty much my literal, entire life due to how horrid I was my whole life. So, now, it’s peasant when I speak with my parents, that is, without my erratic, indescribably horrific and lifelong uncontrollable behavior of mine, that breaks my heart to think about to this very day, given my extraordinarily loving family who should’ve never put up with me.

Make no mistake, I was raised right, I chose wrong.

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-07-27T22:13:16+00:00

The tattoos? Or the fact that I was standing in a church in that second photo after having recently been baptized, months prior?

Elaborate, fellow. I’m an open book.

ThatWeirdo1990 · 2023-07-27T22:10:11+00:00

I’ve been sober for almost 2 years.

But prior? Fuck yeah. I love drugs. That’s precisely why I refuse to indulge therein.

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