Memes ARE a cope
Well what else are we supposed to do? Open up about our problems and get ridiculed to oblivion?
What am I supposed to do? “Oh, hey, yeah, so, I just held my cat in my arms as he died. I had to euthanize him because he was had congestive heart failure, and was slowly drowning from pulmonary edema. I miss him so much, and I want to believe that he’s in a better place, but he’s just dead and gone, and I’m never gonna see him again. All I’ve got are memories, and they’re going to fade with time until one day I realize that I haven’t thought about him in years. But yo, how are you doin’? Any big plans for the weekend?”
You get up, and keep doing the shit you have to do, because it needs to get done. Telling people you’re really depressed tends to make them feel really awkward, they don’t know what to say, and then they gradually start ghosting you. Shit sucks, but you put a happy face on because no one wants to know that you aren’t happy.
You can simply say “yo I’m sad about my cat’s death”. Accept your feelings and dont be shy to share them, just dont impose them. It also opens buds to help you if they’re up for it.
Shutting them up only reinforces this idea that men dont cry and arent allowed to feel things, and the day you need actual help people will mock and leave you for being a downer and a weakling.
Friendships are built on the ups and the downs.
Also in this case, you need to let yourself grieve, or itll pop up in the future when you dont expect it to.
It’s how we have to communicate, as most cultures won’t allow us to be open with our emotions.
Y’all need actual friends.
How else are we to feel better then?
jerk off to anime tiddies?
but that never makes me feel any better
do it more then?
I guess there is more than one way after all
you guys have homies?
All my homies dispersed after our lives became so painful and tiring that we had nothing to share anymore.
Men growing up never learn how to talk about their lives and wants and fears with each other, it’s always fake bravado, masculinity, “how can I make everyone laugh” and other increasingly desperate attempts to cling to the simple, happy days of childhood when there was less to worry about and every day was magical.
When the magic wanes, we’re left as people holding nothing. We don’t know how to laugh anymore. We don’t know how to make anyone else laugh anymore. We stop smiling. We stop going out of our way to even keep up appearances, and just fade into the background, and most of us like it that way. Because society broadly doesn’t know how to handle male emotional states that don’t follow stereotypes for cartoonish masculinity. So as men get older, we get more and more alone.
I literally have no clue what it feels like to have other men, related or not, to lean on and talk to. I’ve never had support from anyone outside of my partner, and cannot imagine how dark life is for men who don’t even have that. Yes, our world is unkind to men. It’s also unkind to women in a different way.
We can each change it, but it takes effort, emotional intelligence, and of course the time in the day that most of us don’t have once you have bills to pay and people to take care of.
And I don’t say this as some kind of whiny-ass teenage MGTOW redpill kid who is mad at women. I have studied sociology and neurology for decades, I have been a coach and trainer to young men, as well as women and families, I have taught self-defense, I’ve been in therapy, I’ve had substance abuse problems, i’ve kicked substance abuse problems. I’ve been religious and renounced it all. I’ve been a shut-in introverted gamer turned outgoing, public-speaking business leader. I’ve lived a few and speak from decades of just being and watching.
Your comment resonated with me. I wish I had more to contribute, but all I’ve got right now is: you don’t seem like such a mean cow.
No, that’s why I post my memes here.
We here for your memes homie.
What else are you suppose to do?
Ask for help. Be vulnerable with the boys.
The boys can’t do anything. They’re broke and hopeless too.
Sometimes just talking things out is meaningful on its own.
I will just say, having gone through a real rough year, it’s not always black and white. I be vulnerable with the boys and ask for help, but I need time to process first, and to do it in the way I want and the time I want.
In the meantime, I am often sending memes for that small comfort of friendship while I process.
Cool, cool, cool…
Are there any other options tho?
Yes. That’s the healthy option. …Not gonna do it.
Lol, no. We’ll all just suffer quietly thanks.
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.
The time is gone, the song is over. Though I’d something more to say.
I’ll just post ‘mood’ worthy memes untill the problem is normalized to me long enough to stop making me feel things about it.
Or go to therapy, or a 12 step program, or a support group, or a mens shed or call a crisis line.
But ignoring it and pretending it’ll go away on its own letting the pressure build until it explodes is MANLY unlike taking responsibility for your reactions.
The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma…
Wallow in self pity?
I’m good with sending memes.
I’ve heard of worse coping mechanisms.
When i had to take my dog to the emergency vet, I got on discord and posted about ten Star Trek memes in under five minutes. One of the guys asked if I was ok, that’s when i broke down and revealed the reason. I was basically looking for attention…
Well, that explains my shit post the other day
Edit: I’m so sorry, I had a disconnect from the first half of your comment. I apologize if this was insensitive, and I hope you are doing alright
No worries, we all deal with stress in our own ways.
Hey! It makes the day better when your homies laugh
I usually just disappear and than appear again, like nothing happened.
Welll, yeah. You ever tried to tell someone how bad of a day you just had? They dgaf.
You probably need better friends
Friends are going to care if they’re actually friends.
What is a meme zar?
I feel called out.
Often it’s when I’m most likely to. Sometimes you need a distraction, small comforts, and a reminder of feeling normal
