Why aren't there social places for people to be sad together? To cry together? Why does everyone meet to only be happy and pretend they arent sad? Why are the only places you can go to be sad with a friend is the funeral and cemetary? I need a place to grieve with others, generally speaking. It would allow us to form conclusions together, how to change our lives and the world. I can't talk about a lot of it without wanting to cry, hence why I thought it would be nice to be able to go to a place where people are crying and join them without humiliating myself.

>>509682043 (OP)
tldr: nigger-anon forgot church exists

>>509682095
they arent crying about real shit, at least not together. they are crying about jesus. they all keep their personal stuff to themselves. they almost never cry unless they're hysterical niggers at a baptist event. I'm not hysterical, I'm weeping like jesus.

>>509682043 (OP)
Try group therapy. You're not expected to be sad there but many are and you won't be shunned for it.

>>509682043 (OP)
How about going to a cemetery?

>>509682043 (OP)
That would be fucking depressing. Like it would make your problem worse

>>509682043 (OP)
Cigar bars? I can see myself shooting the shit with someone there and talking about how gay and fucked everything is.

>>509682043 (OP)
Dont they have those trauma grief group therapy sessions? Like alcholics anonymous but for grieving people?

You should try ChatGPT. It seems like people are having lots of success with the AI helping work through things. And the best part is, it really reinforces your version of events. Really makes you feel logos.
Also, while we are all pulled up to the bar… OP is a faggot.

>>509682043 (OP)
Get a hobby, cry baby.

>>509682043 (OP)
brother ew

>>509682198
Because when you bring your real problems to church, they tell you to just leave.

>>509682213
I hate group therapy. Everyone tries to one up each other with their sob stories.

>>509683010
He's from this place.

>>509682043 (OP)
because humans are fake af that's why

>>509682043 (OP)
Being sad is not a productive state of mind. And it certainly doesnt get you in the mood to spend money.

>To cry together?
You can join the roasties screaming in the woods.

>>509682043 (OP)
Money.
Boomers and corpos have basically killed anything that can't be monetized. So all that leaves are restaurants and bars.
Clubs, lodges, group get togethers, even churches. Any place young folks might hang out outside is going to have a no loitering sign, and you'll have the cops showing up to shoo you away.
As for church, a lot of them are mostly do screaming about culture war shit and asking for donations. At least if you're a typical american white guy.
If you go to a black evangical church, or a catholic church. They're actually part of their community.

Oh and all the clubs and orgs. Like say. The American Legion or Masonic Lodge. which a young dude might go to to hang out with other middle class peers. Fuckin dead.

Even Malls are fuckin dead.

Gaming both online and tabletop, I think, is filling that gap as best it can.

>>509682043 (OP)
That's why I come to 4chud, however ever since I started doomposting I felt my soul slowly leave my body. I'm like a person who is no longer sapient, nothing more than a collection of meat and preprogrammed directives. I'm no longer capable of making decisions, it's strange.. and it's like it comes from somewhere else. For example: something happens and I just act, I no longer think what's "right" or "wrong". Interestingly, I don't even believe in right or wrong anymore only better and worse.

It's like what happened to Phineas Gage. Possibly part of my prefrontal cortex has been irreparably damaged from trauma. My entire personality has changed since doomposting and becoming a doomer. I am no longer the same person, my hopes, dreams, and wishes have all vanished. Now I only care about stress minimization and avoiding conflict.

I have nobody to blame but myself, although I'm no longer capable of blame as I can no longer think for myself. And the worst part? I actually like it. I mean, I didn't choose to, I was programmed to, and somehow it worked...