this post was submitted on 21 May 2024
521 points (94.4% liked)

when things get too real for me_irl

1560 readers
1 users here now

For relatable posts that are too real for !me_irl. Meaning jokes/posts about mental health issues and self deprecating humour.

This is a subreddit for memes that hit too close to home or are too real for communities like !me_irl

If you have depression, talk to a therapist, it really does help. You are not alone, and recovery is possible and worth it.

If you find jokes about suicide, depression or self harm upsetting, this sub might not be the right place for you. This is a place for people who use self deprecating humor as a coping mechanism, not for those making fun of mental illness.

With that out of the way, the rules are as follows:

founded 2 years ago
MODERATORS
 
you are viewing a single comment's thread
view the rest of the comments
[–] [email protected] 8 points 7 months ago (1 children)
[–] [email protected] 2 points 7 months ago* (last edited 7 months ago) (1 children)

Bela Koe-Krompecher spent a lifetime in Ohio's vivid music and arts scene, with all its ups and mostly downs. I really like how he expressed this sentiment, both in his blog and in his awesome book "Love, Death and Photosynthesis":

Nobody got famous, nobody ever really made a dent in any product counting mechanism like Billboard, The College Music Journal or MTV but we loved and cherished one another as if our lives depended on it, night in and night out. What we discovered was the result wasn’t the prize; the prize was the friendship and the making of art for fuck’s sake.

I'm not an artist myself, but I used to hang out a lot with a bunch of them. Maybe because of this, another quote of BKK resonated with me:

Our world was small but it opened up the universe where ideas bounced off of one another like bubbles in beer, we would have one ingenious idea flowing after another without a filter to identify the logical of said idea. Huddled around empty bottles and amplifiers the stage of the world was in the basements and living rooms of our lives.

It's getting harder as you get older, and the same old stories you share ring more and more repetitive, but I still go out my way to stay in touch with my childhood and university friends, and sometimes I think, it's the only thing that keeps me from going completely bitter.
BTW, I stumbled upon BKK's story on the great "Local Waste Music" podcast which I heartily recommend.

[–] [email protected] 1 points 7 months ago* (last edited 7 months ago)

What we discovered was the result wasn’t the prize; the prize was the friendship and the making of art for fuck’s sake.

Basically "the real treasure was the friends we made along the way.

I guess there's something to that. People get so bogged down in the finish line that it's hard to see the joy in every day. And I don't blame them, most people are working so hard just to get by.

Would it be amazing if we had magic powers, could slay dragons, fly spaceships across the galaxy, or travel over mountains to find treasure? Sure. But if that was normal, it would likely feel just as boring as our lives now. So we need to try to enjoy the moments of our lives as they are because we don't really get that many of them.