Dr Iron Arc
Into the Unknown
- Feb 10, 2020
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Let's recap, shall we?
September 2023:
I don't even think I'll show up to work tomorrow. I'm sure all my other coworkers are concerned about me but meh. I'm not special. Why should they care about me? Caring about me specifically is one of the stupidest things anyone can do.
Now that I'm out of this job I can finally use the money I've collected and start truly formulating my plans to die. It's going to take a lot of work and preparation but if I can't even plan for my death, the one thing I want more than almost anything else, then do I really deserve to live?
September 2023:
- I finally get a job application accepted. I had been trying since at least 2022 though I guess I could have been trying harder.
- This job is for a famous retail company. My shifts are usually only part time.
- With this I can finally make some money to acquire materials for my suicide and also get people off my case about not having a job.
- There's only a month left until my 30th birthday. I have to CTB before or at least around that time or else.
- Psyche! My stupid brain decides to develop feelings for a coworker who happens to be nice to me and nice to look at too.
- I flounder and flop around her but one day I finally get the courage to ask for her contact information.
- She agrees which seems like a good sign.
- Unfortunately she seems to ignore every message I try to send her. Well I only tried twice.
- She proceeds to keep sending me signals I perceive as mixed.
- I become aware that I am experiencing something called limerence, it's like having a crush on steroids and basically it hurts the person getting crushed on way more than the person having the crush, allegedly.
- Not wanting to hurt her, I try to make myself get over her but she just seemingly keeps roping me back in.
- I even forgo all my CTB plans as my 30th birthday passes. In the back of my mind I stupidly believe maybe she can save me from a fate of permanent inceldom. I know that she shouldn't have to carry that burden so I proceed to continue waffling around her and not engaging too much.
- This goes on for months.
- I end up having a panic attack one day when I see her walking with another man while she's there on her day off. The man could have been her brother or something for all I know and I still ended up panicking like a fool. This man is even taller than me too (I'm like 6'0 and he's like 6'4)
- This sets off a constant flux of anxiety and dread around her.
- I go on a vacation to Taiwan for my cousin's wedding. I'm gone for like 10 days. All I can think of is how much I miss her the whole time.
- When I come back she actually seems really happy to see me back. Might have something to do with the perm and haircut my mom made me get.
- I still don't feel ready to tell her I like her since I keep getting mixed signals from her. One day she'll seem really glad I'm around and on other days she'll completely ignore me when I'm right in front of her.
- I find out from another coworker that she actually doesn't like me like that all and that she seems to already be aware of my interest in her.
- He has the courtesy of telling me while I'm pissfaced drunk so I actually take it pretty well.
- Now that I know, it actually emboldens me to confess to her the next day. I only wish I could have known sooner.
- I figure that if she's gonna reject me I'll be totally prepared and ready for it.
- My plan is to receive her answer and say something like "understandable. Have a nice day." I make sure I don't want her to know anything about my intent to quit the job and eventually kill myself because I don't want to burden her with that information.
- My nerves get the better of me. I am completely unable to tell her how I feel because I was so prepared for a no answer, I had no plans for if she potentially said yes to me.
- She started seeming really especially nice to me that day for some reason. I started getting paranoid.
- The best I can do is manage to say "It was nice to work with you today." She says something like "Thanks."
- My chance has come again to tell her how I feel. Unfortunately she just happened to choose her most striking blouse. A really captivating shade of a deep yet bright blue. I'm reduced to incoherent babbles and giggling around her. My mind gets turned to mush.
- Unfortunately a different coworker picks up on this and tries encouraging me to tell her, without me actually confirming who this her is but I'm pretty sure it's obvious to him and many others.
- Now why would he want me to tell her? He talks to her even more than that other coworker so he should definitely know how she really feels about me? Does he want to see me suffer? That'd be weird since he always seemed nice to me too. On a later day, I accidentally tell him that my plan when I tell her and get rejected is to quit my job and eventually quit life too.
- This time for sure, I'm definitely absolutely going to tell her. Even if she says yes, I'll try to remind her of how much of an awful person I am and how much it would spare her to be rid of me! This time, there will be no more interruptions!
- My manager interrupts me and moves me away from her section after we close so I don't get to see her again. Oh well guess I can tell her on Sunday. Saturday I won't get to see her much anyway. It feels a lot like she was kind of expecting me to say something. There's no way
- I go into work but I'm not assigned to her section this time. No big deal. I wave to her a couple times when I pass by and she waves back.
- 3 PM. On Saturdays she leaves at 3 pm. I still have another 7 hours in my shift.
- While I'm patrolling through my spot, I notice her with that same guy I saw before. She says hi to me. I say hi back. I see her hugging him and looking at me.
- There it is. That's my answer. I guess she got sick of waiting for me to confess to her and just ripped the bandaid off for me. Honestly it's very noble of her to do this for me. She's so brave and smart. I knew I was too cowardly to ever actually tell her.
- I smile, drop everything I'm doing, and promptly tell my manager that I'm going home early. I also imply that I'm quitting but I don't think he wanted to hear it.
- Honestly the fact I didn't have a panic attack is to be commended. I drive around to various places psychotically laughing like l am the Joker but overall I'm fine.
- I get myself some frozen yogurt.
- Then I go see a movie, that weird one about the imaginary friends. It was okay. I teared up a little but not because it was especially good. I cried because the composer was so good at orchestrating six fucking notes oh yeah and because I thought it was incredibly unfair that the people who had had imaginary friends got to heal their inner children or whatever. I never fucking had an imaginary friend, where's my healing for my trauma? Am I sounding bitter? Maybe. First no imaginary friend in my life, then no girlfriend. I guess that's just how it is.
- Now I'm at Chili's trying to get drunk on margaritas and beer. Bottoms up.
I don't even think I'll show up to work tomorrow. I'm sure all my other coworkers are concerned about me but meh. I'm not special. Why should they care about me? Caring about me specifically is one of the stupidest things anyone can do.
Now that I'm out of this job I can finally use the money I've collected and start truly formulating my plans to die. It's going to take a lot of work and preparation but if I can't even plan for my death, the one thing I want more than almost anything else, then do I really deserve to live?
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