sinkoman
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Sup HL2.net. I haven't made an E-Crybaby thread in a while, but here I am with another.
My problem is that I have no ****ing clue where to go with my life. I'm currently going to school and living in San Francisco with an obsessive compulsive neurotic aunt that I barely even know, with about 20 dollars to my name, and no job. My mom sends me a little bit of money every month, about 5 dollars a day, and I do some rly basic cleaning shits at this apartment my other aunt owns for about 80 bucks a month. I have no car, and ride my little BMX bike everywhere. Riding my bike has to be my most favorite thing in the world, and is probably the only thing that's kept me sane for the past year or two.
When I first moved here, I felt like I had made the biggest mistake of my ****ing life. I cried so hard, and for the longest time the only thing I could think about was my life back home in Hawaii. I missed my friends, I missed my family members, I missed my mom, I ****ing missed everything so much. I remember sitting on the plane, looking out the window, watching the islands fade into the distance, just thinking to myself "god dammit kidzo. You've ****ed up a lot, but never this much..."
My mom told me to give it a semester, and see how I felt then. The plan was to go to SF Community College for two years, make up for my academic shortcomings in high school, then move on to another college. Of course, I could have done the exact same thing back home, but I kept on telling everybody, myself included, that none of the schools on the islands captured my interest. Looking back on it though, I think it was just an excuse for a naive and immature emo **** to feel like he had found an escape from an island culture he had grown bored of.
So I gave it that one semester, and I actually did have a change of heart. I found a GIGANTIC BMX community in not only the city, but the entire Bay Area, and started to make some friends. I started spending a lot of my time at the Ferry Building on the embarcadero, which is a hub for BMX, skateboarding, and track biking in the region, and finally found something to do with my time out here. If it weren't for bike riding, i'm pretty sure I would have moved back by now.
At first I tried really hard to do my best in school, as I was extremely amped to have a second chance at academia after ****ing up so hard in high school. But since I have absolutely no clue what I want to do with my life, I stopped really giving a **** about school. Eventually, school came to mean nothing more to me than a means for me to continue my existence here in the bay, considering that the family i'm staying with is supportive of my efforts ONLY as long as i'm going to school. Don't get me wrong, i'd love to want to go to school, but I feel way too aimless right now to really care. I feel so guilty too, to be spending money that isn't mine on an education I don't care to get, but my mom keeps on pushing me to at least get my AA before I give up on school.
Throughout this whole experience, the underlying theme of my life has been an an extremely dark depression. Living out here, my self esteem is way down in the pits, and I have basically no motivation to actually foster an at least slightly established life. The only thing I care about is riding my bike. My room is a total mess, I have 0 friends that I DON'T know through bike riding, I know a grand total of 1 female in the city (big surprise: she rides bike too), my bike is in the shittiest condition it's ever been in, I survive on one meal a day, two if i'm lucky to have some extra spending money, I smoke almost a pack a day, and I procrastinate on everything till the absolute last minute. I mean, I guess it's not like these circumstances were any different back home in Hawaii, but at least in Hawaii I felt like I was a person worth knowing, and I at least had the desire to continue to meet new people and live my life. Out here though, all I do is ride my bike and smoke a shit tonne of weed, while the rest of the world speeds on by, just not giving a **** about anything.
I have the worst anxiety now too. I constantly chew on my fingernails, and when I can't, i'm always pressing my tongue in the spaces between my teeth, and trying to chew at the skin on my cheeks. Back home, I was a loud stupid ass kid, that irritating **** in your circle of friends that would not shut up about buttsex and cocks. Now I hardly ever open my mouth. Even when i'm out riding with friends, I usually just space out and ride in the background by myself, and I’m always off in the back by myself when we peddle around the city. It feels like every conversation they have that doesn't include me, is about me. It's like when they laugh, they're laughing at my expense, even if the conversation has absolutely nothing to do with me. It doesn't matter if I KNOW they aren't talking about me, it will still FEEL like they are. And when I do tricks on my bike, i'm mostly panging for approval and respect. Tricks never really feel all that great unless I can muster a congratulatory comment in the process.
I eventually stopped feeling so sorry for myself, went out and grabbed a bunch of job applications, started talking to the homies about places where I could for sure get work, and I felt better than I had ever felt since moving here. Some shit happened though, and it looked almost positively like I would HAVE to move back to Hawaii, regardless of my desires. At first, I felt like shit. Partly because I didn't want to give up on trying to make something of myself out here, but even moreso because I didn't want to have the decision torn from my own hands. If I was going to go back, I wanted it to be because I wanted to, not because I HAD to.
Yet less than a week after, I actually got stoked on it. I felt like a failure for screwing up so hard and HAVING to move back, but I was so happy that I would finally get to go home. Then, maybe a day or two after I got stoked, my school counciler told me "oh, don't worry, you can take care of all that stuff when you enroll next semester. I usually don't tell kids that cause then they get lazy, but don't worry, it'll be fine".
Which leaves me here, pouring my life story out to the internet. I have no idea what to do HL2.net. Half of me wants to go back home, take a semester off to work and try to find a goal, THEN go to a community college back home. But the other half doesn't want to give up just yet on shit out here, it's just that every time that half starts to speak, the other reminds me of how hellacious it's been to be so aimless so far from home. It's like, i've been granted this amazing opportunity, but I don’t feel like I’m ready to take it. At the same time though, i'm worried that this part of me that's trying to justify going home, is just an excuse for me to be a giant vagina and give up.
So, what would HL2.net do in my shoes?
TL;DR : Sinkoman is going to school far away from home, and doesn't really care about school anymore, so now what?
My problem is that I have no ****ing clue where to go with my life. I'm currently going to school and living in San Francisco with an obsessive compulsive neurotic aunt that I barely even know, with about 20 dollars to my name, and no job. My mom sends me a little bit of money every month, about 5 dollars a day, and I do some rly basic cleaning shits at this apartment my other aunt owns for about 80 bucks a month. I have no car, and ride my little BMX bike everywhere. Riding my bike has to be my most favorite thing in the world, and is probably the only thing that's kept me sane for the past year or two.
When I first moved here, I felt like I had made the biggest mistake of my ****ing life. I cried so hard, and for the longest time the only thing I could think about was my life back home in Hawaii. I missed my friends, I missed my family members, I missed my mom, I ****ing missed everything so much. I remember sitting on the plane, looking out the window, watching the islands fade into the distance, just thinking to myself "god dammit kidzo. You've ****ed up a lot, but never this much..."
My mom told me to give it a semester, and see how I felt then. The plan was to go to SF Community College for two years, make up for my academic shortcomings in high school, then move on to another college. Of course, I could have done the exact same thing back home, but I kept on telling everybody, myself included, that none of the schools on the islands captured my interest. Looking back on it though, I think it was just an excuse for a naive and immature emo **** to feel like he had found an escape from an island culture he had grown bored of.
So I gave it that one semester, and I actually did have a change of heart. I found a GIGANTIC BMX community in not only the city, but the entire Bay Area, and started to make some friends. I started spending a lot of my time at the Ferry Building on the embarcadero, which is a hub for BMX, skateboarding, and track biking in the region, and finally found something to do with my time out here. If it weren't for bike riding, i'm pretty sure I would have moved back by now.
At first I tried really hard to do my best in school, as I was extremely amped to have a second chance at academia after ****ing up so hard in high school. But since I have absolutely no clue what I want to do with my life, I stopped really giving a **** about school. Eventually, school came to mean nothing more to me than a means for me to continue my existence here in the bay, considering that the family i'm staying with is supportive of my efforts ONLY as long as i'm going to school. Don't get me wrong, i'd love to want to go to school, but I feel way too aimless right now to really care. I feel so guilty too, to be spending money that isn't mine on an education I don't care to get, but my mom keeps on pushing me to at least get my AA before I give up on school.
Throughout this whole experience, the underlying theme of my life has been an an extremely dark depression. Living out here, my self esteem is way down in the pits, and I have basically no motivation to actually foster an at least slightly established life. The only thing I care about is riding my bike. My room is a total mess, I have 0 friends that I DON'T know through bike riding, I know a grand total of 1 female in the city (big surprise: she rides bike too), my bike is in the shittiest condition it's ever been in, I survive on one meal a day, two if i'm lucky to have some extra spending money, I smoke almost a pack a day, and I procrastinate on everything till the absolute last minute. I mean, I guess it's not like these circumstances were any different back home in Hawaii, but at least in Hawaii I felt like I was a person worth knowing, and I at least had the desire to continue to meet new people and live my life. Out here though, all I do is ride my bike and smoke a shit tonne of weed, while the rest of the world speeds on by, just not giving a **** about anything.
I have the worst anxiety now too. I constantly chew on my fingernails, and when I can't, i'm always pressing my tongue in the spaces between my teeth, and trying to chew at the skin on my cheeks. Back home, I was a loud stupid ass kid, that irritating **** in your circle of friends that would not shut up about buttsex and cocks. Now I hardly ever open my mouth. Even when i'm out riding with friends, I usually just space out and ride in the background by myself, and I’m always off in the back by myself when we peddle around the city. It feels like every conversation they have that doesn't include me, is about me. It's like when they laugh, they're laughing at my expense, even if the conversation has absolutely nothing to do with me. It doesn't matter if I KNOW they aren't talking about me, it will still FEEL like they are. And when I do tricks on my bike, i'm mostly panging for approval and respect. Tricks never really feel all that great unless I can muster a congratulatory comment in the process.
I eventually stopped feeling so sorry for myself, went out and grabbed a bunch of job applications, started talking to the homies about places where I could for sure get work, and I felt better than I had ever felt since moving here. Some shit happened though, and it looked almost positively like I would HAVE to move back to Hawaii, regardless of my desires. At first, I felt like shit. Partly because I didn't want to give up on trying to make something of myself out here, but even moreso because I didn't want to have the decision torn from my own hands. If I was going to go back, I wanted it to be because I wanted to, not because I HAD to.
Yet less than a week after, I actually got stoked on it. I felt like a failure for screwing up so hard and HAVING to move back, but I was so happy that I would finally get to go home. Then, maybe a day or two after I got stoked, my school counciler told me "oh, don't worry, you can take care of all that stuff when you enroll next semester. I usually don't tell kids that cause then they get lazy, but don't worry, it'll be fine".
Which leaves me here, pouring my life story out to the internet. I have no idea what to do HL2.net. Half of me wants to go back home, take a semester off to work and try to find a goal, THEN go to a community college back home. But the other half doesn't want to give up just yet on shit out here, it's just that every time that half starts to speak, the other reminds me of how hellacious it's been to be so aimless so far from home. It's like, i've been granted this amazing opportunity, but I don’t feel like I’m ready to take it. At the same time though, i'm worried that this part of me that's trying to justify going home, is just an excuse for me to be a giant vagina and give up.
So, what would HL2.net do in my shoes?
TL;DR : Sinkoman is going to school far away from home, and doesn't really care about school anymore, so now what?