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"https://www.w3.org/ns/activitystreams",
"https://socially.drinkingatmy.computer/schemas/litepub-0.1.jsonld",
{
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}
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"content": "I hate it when people ask how I'm doing. I'm too stubborn and too honest to lie, so usually my response is something along the lines of "living the dream" or "you know how it is". But the real answer is usually not something people want to hear. They're expecting a conversational response or a "good and you?" or something to move their day long. But I can't say how I'm feeling because I don't even have a good reason to be feeling like I do. So if I say I'm feeling shitty they all say "Why, what's wrong?" and then I have to make up an excuse for why I feel the way that I do, and the way that I have forever.<br><br>If I knew, way back then, in my younger days, what I know now, it probably wouldn't have changed very much, because often times it doesn't matter what you know, when what you feel is the real centerpiece. I'm an emotionally driven person; I ride on swells of fury and vigor, and I sink to the lows of envy and lethargy and complacency.<br><br>I think, if I could have seen the future, that most things would have gone exactly the way that they had now, I would have just seen the good things coming and maybe avoided a few blunders. There would be a lot of good things to look forward to. I'm not a millionaire, but I live very comfortably. I have a wife who is the light of my life, we have two solid incomes, working jobs that we enjoy. I have my health, time for my hobbies, interests to keep me engaged, and a social circle to share it all with. I own a home, I avoided a lot of pit falls, and I've made a lot of "the right moves" over the years. What more can a person ask for?<br><br>What I want is to feel good about myself. I want to take pride in my accomplishments, the way other people do, but I won't let me. What I want is to not slip into the dark places in my mind during the quiet times, when no one is around, and the timeline is slow, and the group chats are quiet. What I want is to believe that I'm a winner, with a proven track record, and not just the most fortunate man alive. But I don't know how to do that, and I don't even know if I could, even if I knew how. All of the things wrong with me are just me, being me, the way that I am. I've come to understand that its not the booze, or the stress, or the PTSD, or the anxiety, its just some part of me that's broken. Those are just symptoms, trying to hide the ugliness inside me. There's a part of me that will never be okay, and can never believe that things will be ever okay.<br><br>I live every day trying not to let that leak out and spill onto other people, not drag them down with me, not radiate the fear and the doubt. "Keep a stiff upper lip", that sort of thing. Some people get to see the vulnerable parts of me, even some of you, though as skilled as I am with words I struggle to explain certain things, because I don't always understand them myself. I paint a mask on every day for everyone else, but its just the sad clown, laughing on the outside, crying on the inside.<br><br>But, when its all said and done, and the day comes to a close, at least I have purpose. I have a reason to get up, and to keep trying, and to shoulder that weight. As long as that's true, I can cope with being me, and everything that entails.",
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"content": "I hate it when people ask how I'm doing. I'm too stubborn and too honest to lie, so usually my response is something along the lines of \"living the dream\" or \"you know how it is\". But the real answer is usually not something people want to hear. They're expecting a conversational response or a \"good and you?\" or something to move their day long. But I can't say how I'm feeling because I don't even have a good reason to be feeling like I do. So if I say I'm feeling shitty they all say \"Why, what's wrong?\" and then I have to make up an excuse for why I feel the way that I do, and the way that I have forever.\r\n\r\nIf I knew, way back then, in my younger days, what I know now, it probably wouldn't have changed very much, because often times it doesn't matter what you know, when what you feel is the real centerpiece. I'm an emotionally driven person; I ride on swells of fury and vigor, and I sink to the lows of envy and lethargy and complacency.\r\n\r\nI think, if I could have seen the future, that most things would have gone exactly the way that they had now, I would have just seen the good things coming and maybe avoided a few blunders. There would be a lot of good things to look forward to. I'm not a millionaire, but I live very comfortably. I have a wife who is the light of my life, we have two solid incomes, working jobs that we enjoy. I have my health, time for my hobbies, interests to keep me engaged, and a social circle to share it all with. I own a home, I avoided a lot of pit falls, and I've made a lot of \"the right moves\" over the years. What more can a person ask for?\r\n\r\nWhat I want is to feel good about myself. I want to take pride in my accomplishments, the way other people do, but I won't let me. What I want is to not slip into the dark places in my mind during the quiet times, when no one is around, and the timeline is slow, and the group chats are quiet. What I want is to believe that I'm a winner, with a proven track record, and not just the most fortunate man alive. But I don't know how to do that, and I don't even know if I could, even if I knew how. All of the things wrong with me are just me, being me, the way that I am. I've come to understand that its not the booze, or the stress, or the PTSD, or the anxiety, its just some part of me that's broken. Those are just symptoms, trying to hide the ugliness inside me. There's a part of me that will never be okay, and can never believe that things will be ever okay.\r\n\r\nI live every day trying not to let that leak out and spill onto other people, not drag them down with me, not radiate the fear and the doubt. \"Keep a stiff upper lip\", that sort of thing. Some people get to see the vulnerable parts of me, even some of you, though as skilled as I am with words I struggle to explain certain things, because I don't always understand them myself. I paint a mask on every day for everyone else, but its just the sad clown, laughing on the outside, crying on the inside.\r\n\r\nBut, when its all said and done, and the day comes to a close, at least I have purpose. I have a reason to get up, and to keep trying, and to shoulder that weight. As long as that's true, I can cope with being me, and everything that entails.",
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},
"summary": "\"So how are you?\"",
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