Why I Have To Leave The North...

[curtsibling]

Originally posted by Provost Harrison
It's not that the North hates me per se, but just that there is nothing here for me any more. Every turn has been a dead end, a blind alley. Any gifts have turned out to be poison chalice - my Ph.D being a prime example of that. It all seems a little surreal to be fair, how such a string of events can occur, seemingly defying statistics...but there you go...

Life likes to throw a series of challenges at a man.

I know just how you feel, it seems as if the odds are ill-fated and highly racked against you sometimes.

But you can always win, be persistent!

It's not your environment you have to change, it's you!

Find an advantage to each situation, if something goes not work the way you want, a different goal awaits you.

Cheesy pep-talk I know, but I have been there, and I am still dodging the crap life hurls at me.

I plan to win, and I will!

You can too!

[East Street Trader]

A trick I have - although one I haven't had to resort to much in recent years - is that when I am in any danger of feeling sorry for myself or fed up I do a quick stocktake of what I have to be pleased about and what I have to be fed up about.

But I never actually get to the fed up part. Because once I start by acknowledging that it is a boon to be alive rather than dead (which I have always thought), that it is splendid to have people to love and to love me, that I am a free man, that it is great to be healthier, warmer, better fed and better clothed than any human being who ever lived before me - why it really seems a bit trivial to start listing out bits and pieces of disappointment about job or social life or ways in which I could be yet more embarassingly privileged than I already am.

A serious illness or being really lonely or being enslaved would weigh in scales such as these but I don't read your posts as suggesting those things apply to you, Provost.

So if you tried an EST stocktake it might well turn out that you too have a pretty healthy plus balance.

In which case my fee will be the cumulative value of all the shrinks and pills you get to save.

[MikeH]

That's actually kind of a bit like a cognitive therapy exercise.

[Ecthy]

*kick*

[Solly]

I suggest you start to eat more healthily and sleep a better number of hours Rich. Go to bed at 10:30 and get up at 7:00 each day. Make sure you get plenty of oily fish and fruit and veg.

[East Street Trader]

Now that sounds like really good advice.

I wonder why it is so hard actually to do such simple things?

[Solly]

Because his mum shops for him still?

[Provost Harrison]

[MrFun]

Originally posted by Japher
I'm not saying your stuck up, your the one who think that...

It is hard to initiate a change, ppl are scare of it... You just need to swallow your fears and do it. You can't be successful by doing everything for everyone else, you have to realize that your in this world alone... No one will mind if you up and move to advance yourself.

I bet your wife still believes you should do everything for her, all the time.

[Japher]

she can believe what she wants, but she better listen to what I tell her:

[molly bloom]

Originally posted by Provost Harrison

Here's some Antipodean cognitive therapy-

when you're alone and life is making you worry, just remember- you could live in Wales and be Park Avenue.

Alternatively, you could always go downtown, where the neon lights are pretty, but don't sleep in the subway or the pouring rain.

(guest life coach- Petula Clark)

[CerberusIV]

Originally posted by molly bloom you could live in Wales and be Park Avenue.

What if you do live in Wales and you are Park Avenue?

[Whaleboy]

The solution involves a revolver, five minutes of privacy, and a membership card of the Anti Nazi League.

[molly bloom]

Originally posted by CerberusIV


What if you do live in Wales and you are Park Avenue?

A poem by Dorothy Parker comes to mind, but I'd change the ending from 'live' to 'die'.

And add the suffix, 'soon'.

[Alexander's Horse]

Originally posted by Park Avenue
Because his mum shops for him still?

I'm getting exasperated here. The guy can always go home for a breather if he finds city life too tough. So what has he got to lose?

It's probably the underlying depression that's holding him back.