Why is it the small shit that is always the last straw?
 

Ever notice after maintaining your composure through a series of harrowing events, you snap at something entirely small?

A relative of mine tried to kill themselves 3 times this week, and though I've been very worried and upset, I've maintained my composure and focus.

But I just opened a package that I ordered and they got the order wrong and now I feel completely overwhelmed by everything. I can't think straight. I'm angry, I'm depressed. . .


It's slightly comedic. . .
I feel like I'm having a Steve Martin or a Larry David or a Bill Murray moment or something. Except I'm not physically getting violent or verbally getting violent, the explosions in my head.

My head hurts.

yes i have noticed. my mom was putting up with shit from my grandma for 20 years and what made her snap and alienate the entire family was my aunt calling her to tell her to call someone and say happy birthday.

Frig man, I'm sorry that really sucks :(

I'm the same way, it takes a while for me to bust, but when I do it's balls.

haha

it's wonderful how the sad moments are also some of the funniest

Yeah. . . he's bipolar I believe.

He's 17, and it's hard, because he's really immature and it is really easy to get angry just talking to the kid, the shit he says. He personally hates me, and I know it. He's a person that wants to be appeased and coddled, and I won't have any of that for a second.

I feel really like there is nothing I can do about it. I'm going to write him a letter though. . . I would talk to him in person, but I feel he won't listen to me and let it all go in one ear and out the other.

He's going to be transferred to a different school (he's got girl troubles and friends that are assholes, so I think a different school might help him.) The school also has therapy sessions, it's for troubled kids, so maybe that might help.

But this order that they got wrong, I've got no clue what to do over it. . .

It is crazy, I can't figure out how to relieve a mundane problem.

That's sad, he's really young.

I wouldn't really know what to say to someone in that situation. Probably something along the lines of, "Things always get better eventually, if not tomorrow then maybe the next day." but whether or not that would mean anything to him, I dunno.

i sometimes try to control myself over things that upset me, saying "fuck it/them" but sometimes, things blow out of proportions because of something unrelated but, in the end, it's usually the shit i try not to get to me that gets me.

the only times i ever get drunk is when i get emotionally upset.

I'm going to try to suggest to him that happiness comes from the inside and that is where he should look for it.

It's true.

I think a lot of the time when people are depressed it's because of their surroundings.

I guess he's bipolar so that might not be the case (but maybe, because of what you mentioned before)

At least you didn't step on some lego in your bare feet i suppose.

Sucks to hear that man. I hope for you that it's just phase and that he'll snap out of it soon. Eitherway I feel for you.

I can totally relate to that, SpectralJulian, for reasons I won't go into here. Keep doing all you can for him, and you have my thoughts and wishes at this what I'm sure is an emotionally draining time for you :)

sounds really shitty, and I can definately feel that the little things gonna make you snap in such a situation. unfortunately there is never a masterplan to this. wish you the best and that good times will follow soon

fuckit man, sorry to hear the bad news.

if you're wondering why the little things will send you over the edge, this just happened to me the other day, and while i'm not willing to talk about it on the interwebs, i'll say that the little event had echoes of bigger ones and caught me so unaware that i was suddenly in a flashback of more horrible times: basically a small kinda PTSD situation. so i snapped.

i suppose when you're dealing with big things you brace yourself for the emergency and marshall your inner forces to cope. later, when the emergency is over and your guard is finally down, the shit hits you over the head like a pile of bricks. BLAM!

and it was also something small after an accumulative amount of bullshit that made me snap and cut a bitch up.

ps i forgot to say earlier, i am sorry to hear yr situation because i know from experience that it sucks, but what you have to do is just deal with it.

bitch, youre nuts, regardless!

why, because i had to take care of some shit?

ive never had to CUT anyone in my life. just saying.

but maybe i dont know, you own in a sailor bar.

i didn't have to, but it was the way i chose to go about it because if i'm going to teach someone a lesson, they're going to know that i'm not fucking around one way or another.

ok, ms. soprano!