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how sad my life by Boochu September 16, 2016
Don't be sad, this is how it works out sometimes
A phrase used in response to someone who is disappointed in a thing that turns out to be underwhelming and bad/mediocre to assure them that can just be how things go sometimes.
"This game is an unfinished mess. Why would they remove even the basic elements of a first person shooter?"
"Don't be sad, this is how it works out sometimes"
"Don't be sad, this is how it works out sometimes"
Don't be sad, this is how it works out sometimes by q543frodomar January 16, 2022
How To Never Stop Being Sad
A song by Dandelion Hands. A step by step guide on how to achieve eternal sadness and selflessness.
-Try always putting yourself down by reminding yourself that it’s always your fault and that you’re the problem not them.
- Desolate yourself from others any time you have a chance to.
-Always remind yourself that you did this to yourself and not them.
-Lose interest in the things you love
-Drown yourself in rum. Steal it if you have to.
-Fantasize a love you’ll never have
-Think about the love that you lost because of the demon that you are.
-Try always putting yourself down by reminding yourself that it’s always your fault and that you’re the problem not them.
- Desolate yourself from others any time you have a chance to.
-Always remind yourself that you did this to yourself and not them.
-Lose interest in the things you love
-Drown yourself in rum. Steal it if you have to.
-Fantasize a love you’ll never have
-Think about the love that you lost because of the demon that you are.
How To Never Stop Being Sad by coneyislandcottencandh September 30, 2025
fogey
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)