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Can we get a creepy workplaces thread going, like a "innajob" thread or something?
I'll start with my experience:
>Be 1 year ago
>Start working as a janitor, my job is to vacuum all 8 floors of this large building holding multiple firms
>It's an ezpz job, but doesn't pay well, just something to make me quick money while going to school
>It seems pretty normal at first, big empty buildings always creeped me out a bit, bit that was all
>Suddenly get scared as shit in newly refurbished office opened on 2nd floor
>Feel like something's watching me
>Have two coworkers, a younger lady and an older lady (25 and 50+ respectively)
>The younger one is very nice, we chat often
>We both are wary of the old lady, we were both hired recently, but she has been there 10+ years
>She seems nice, but she is very jumpy and shy, she wears earplugs all the time (even though her job makes no noise), and she is overall strange, sometimes would run really fast past dark windows, or talk to herself
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this isn't a creepy pasta, or any sort of story. this is a stupid fucking cry for help on a shitty message board.
I think everyone has this in them, the sense that this isn't the only life you are going to have, and if it isn't, why the fuck not stab your family to death? Do the craziest shit imaginable. I think everybody thinks this atleast once a day, but I can't get my mind off it.
This is not a creepy pasta, I'm speaking from my point of view as of this second. I don't usually use grammar, but I will for this.
I think about killing my family, my girlfriend (of 5 years) almost constantly. I'm a fun guy, I can keep a conversation, I can keep the fun flowing, I am a good guy, I can do anything to make someone happy. All the time I think about a scenario in which I kill my parents, or anyone else.
I drink a lot to try and block it out. It does work. I'm a friendly, loving drunk. I am drinking right now whilst everyone is working. I tried to get numerous jobs, I have had some jobs. I am 18 and jobless.
I think it's normal to think about killing people you know, or even people you don't, but I don't think it's acceptable to think this way, and I think I maybe think about it slightly too much. I'm drunk, I am being very careful with my words, and my grammar. I usually speak with no grammar.
I cut myself numerous times on my forearm, blaming the cat. There are scars on my arm now. Do I need help? I have an addiction to thinking about killing, and I have an addiction to counter that addiction which is alcohol.
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Make no mistake about it - enlightenment is a destructive process. It has nothing to do with becoming better or being happier. Enlightenment is the crumbling away of untruth. It's seeing through the façade of pretense. It's the complete eradication of everything we imagined to be true.
Whether one goes to ganga or performs rituals or does charity the one without Self Knowledge(Achieved Brahman) does not gain Liberation even in a 100 births, no matter which religious system he follows.
Brahman is the ultimate reality, the world is an illusion seen in Brahman.
God cannot be worshiped, only experienced, God is one and all. He has no form.
As the mind becomes more and more inward-turned, it becomes gradually freed from external desires(sex, love, emotions, etc.) and when all such desires are fully eliminated self-realisation is completely freed from obstruction. Paradise is therefore achieved.
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Fight or flight is an animal response, but not really. Not that those two emotions don’t boil up inside you, but that it’s a misnomer. Fight means you face your adversary, whatever it is, head on, while flight means you avoid confrontation for another time. Having felt it, I understand what deer may feel, when they hold so perfectly still in front of car headlights, staring down insurmountable odds of some unknown, unthinkable, danger. It’s so easy to believe that fear makes your blood boil, that you explode into some response, but so often, like that deer, your blood freezes, and you don’t know what to do.
In my school we had a senior skip day. It was tradition. Every year we’d go down to the local water park and we’d see if we could beat the previous year’s high score. We’d go down one of the covered water slides, and one person would plug it up, and we’d see how many of our other high school class could fill up the slide.
The lifeguard on duty was another student, having taken the day off from school to allow it. It was tradition. He previous year had managed a commendable fifty-six kids, it was hard to be sure, it was difficult to keep count before the weight forced everyone through.
We were going to blow that record away, it was what I was told. We were going to reach seventy. It was a great, sunny day and we were all prepared, and excited. We let the guy on the football team line up first, their strength and weight would be capable of holding up the line. Then we went through, one by one, cramming into the small space.
I was near the middle. It was a fun slide, until I slammed up against a body in front of me. It was painful for me, my heels digging into his back, and I could only imagine what it was like to him, until the next forced their way into me.
My legs went under his arms, my feet against a person two in front of him, and I braced myself with my arms against the slide, the water cooly rushing between us.