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Cake day: June 17th, 2023

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  • You have presented no evidence that they’re a bot. But whatever makes you feel better about it, I guess.

    It’s obviously understandable that you’d be frustrated by this boring dystopia. Many are. Fucking constantly. You are by no means special in that regard. The problem is that you have so little control of your emotions that you willingly take it out on an innocent person.

    No one is forcing you to behave that way; that is all on you. There is a way to express your concerns to a CSR while also being respectful and polite. That’s not exactly a hard ask, either.


  • Regardless of how shitty the company is, nothing give you the right to take out your frustration on a total stranger who has done nothing to you. Tbh, I find it very strange. The person in the chat is likely just trying to help you, and you’re making their job a lot harder.

    Customer service jobs fucking suck. A lot. They’re probably not even being paid enough for the basic job requirements, let alone getting interrogated/condescended to/yelled at, which they probably experience multiple times per day.

    You gain nothing from behaving that way, except to make yourself feel better at the expense of some poor person who’s trying to get by, just like everyone else. There are much better ways to take out your frustration.

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  • We got even plus sized manikins in stores, wow.

    you do know that’s because plus-sized clothing exists too, right? Do you expect stores to just not display their clothes simpy because they’re for fat people, or…?

    But I dare you to name a single character from a show or movie that is skinny (not jacked skinny, but skinny skinny) that isn’t a crackhead junkie, some psycho or a basement dweller with his eyes glued to a screen?

    Victor, from Arcane; Ben Wyatt, from Parks and Recreation; Gareth Keenan, from The Office (UK); Ken Cosgrove from Mad Men. I’m sure there are many more, but that’s just who I could think of off the top of my head.

    I absolutely agree that there should be better representation of men’s (and women’s, imo) body types, including skinny men. But you’re really overestimating the quantity and quality of decent representation of fat women in roles that don’t rely on steroetypes. By that, I mean: isn’t unhinged/shrill/creepy/portrayed as gross or undesirable because she’s fat (and sometimes old)/there solely and shallowly as “the funny fat woman”. The majority of roles played by women, especially prominent ones, are still played by thin women.

    Fat female characters are relatable and important to have because—whether you like it or not—fat women exist in real life. One simply existing in media does not inherently come with a statement condoning any particular lifestyle as you seem to be implying.

    I know one, DJ Qualms, who’s arguably most famous role is a disabled person. Great.

    …and? That’s a bad thing to you?




  • it feels like colleagues talk bad about me.

    What makes you say that? It’s pretty likely that’s just your anxiety talking.

    I’m not exactly the most social—or even socially competent—person, but I know friends are important to have, especially if you don’t have family you can lean on. Friends can balance you out and provide alternate perspectives when you need them, and we all need them sometimes.

    Also, I’m pretty sure having (good) friends is beneficial for your mental health. Having no friends can be detrimental to it.

    Regardless of what you decide, I suggest putting yourself out there. Start slowly, and ask people about themselves. It can very difficult and stressful at first, but it does get easier over time.

    It might be a good idea to make a pros/cons list for staying/getting a job; I’m sure there are other important factors to consider aside from the social climate.






  • I didn’t struggle academically in grade school at all, with the exception of mathematics. And by that, I just mean that I had to put in a moderate amount of effort to learn it.

    But when I started college/university in a new city, I was alone, wholly unprepared, and paralyzed by severe (and untreated) anxiety, depression, and ADHD. I didn’t know how to make friends by myself. The thought of having to interact with my dorm mates would send me into a panic.

    Not to mention, I was not only having a crisis of sexuality, but I also convinced myself that I was an ugly, gross loser whom no one would ever want to be with sexually or romantically. (Jesus.)

    I took a break for a semester because I was very suicidal. I started therapy again/taking Zoloft—the latter of which saved my life—and went back for another semester. But I knew, even before going back, that it just wasn’t for me. It really didn’t help that I already knew college in the US is a scam.

    So yeah, I ended up dropping out. I have a lot of mixed feelings about it, now.