We always talk about winning – getting the job, the relationship, the body, the lifestyle.
But has anyone here ever got what they thought they wanted… and realized they felt emptier afterward?
Not fishing for negativity – just wondering if chasing the wrong goals is more common than we admit.
Would love to hear your story, and what you’d do differently now.
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We always talk about winning – getting the job, the relationship, the body, the lifestyle.
But has anyone here ever got what they thought they wanted… and realized they felt emptier afterward?
Not fishing for negativity – just wondering if chasing the wrong goals is more common than we admit.
Would love to hear your story, and what you’d do differently now.
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Beating Halo: Reach.
Proved my dad wrong. But I still didn’t feel right
I got a promotion which is great in theory but brought a lot of issues and jealously in the workplace. Started getting more white hairs ever since. So even though I am making the most money I have ever made in my life, the stress is getting to me.
Getting cast as the lead role after auditioning as an outsider. They’d already cast the role is the thing. They took the role from one guy, turned around, and in the same breath, gave it to me. I was psyched, don’t get me wrong, but i felt bad because i didn’t know the cast or company like everybody else did.
Got turned down for a promotion. Felt bad about it, but the fact that the woman who got it had a nervous breakdown and left in a crying screaming fit of rage a couple months later should have been a red flag I shouldn’t accept it when they offered it to me after.
Went from hourly to salary. IF the hours they said I’d have to work was true, it would have been about a $3 an hour raise. With the hours I actually worked, it turned into about a $6 an hour pay cut. I did payroll and frequently, per hour, I was the lowest paid employee. 6 or 7 day weeks were the norm. Open to close was the norm. 15+ calls and texts and emails on the few days off I got was the norm.
I hated it. I started to have mini panic attacks anytime my phone went off if I wasn’t at work.
I eventually got fired for “not meeting goals” which was the same reason 5 out of the 6 prior people in my position got fired. (Sure, it’s that you keep hiring sub par people, not that the goals are wildly unrealistic)
Ended up finally getting hired at a job that was such a pain to get in. Great pay, retirement, and benefits. To get in is a paid because its usually a “who you know” kind of thing but I got my foot in the door by working another township job for 2 years.
Was warned by a few people that the place was very cliquey, high nepotism, and a mit meatheadish. I thought I’d be OK, I can take a joke. I was so excited to finally have a stable job and thought I was going to be set and retire from the township with life benefits for me and if I had a family.
Yeah they didnt like me. I would try to talk to people and would either get blank stares, or completely blown off and ignored. Its embarrassing to say but they would pretty much bully me. So I decided to just keep to myself and do my job.
Got called into the supervisors office who told me it was brought to his attention that I dont socialize with the guys and im not a “team player” and its not too late to quit. I wasn’t going to give up.
I decided if someone’s a sick to me im gonna give it back. Next time someone (not a boss just so we’re clear) made a rude remark to me I gave it back to him (not aggressively). Got called into the office and yelled at for it. And was yelled at for “using the bathroom too much” which was a complete lie because I probably pissed once a shift. I was given the “its not too late to quit” speech again.
I stupidly was fuck this, im gonna suck it up, do my job and go home. The day before the end of my probationary period ended I was given a termination letter.
Sent me into a downward spiral for a bit. I was depressed and ashamed of myself. I was offered my old township job back luckily so I just rocked it out there until I found something better.
Im doing good now and happy where Im at. Even though I didnt want to believe it, the truth is it was bound to happen anyway. That place is a cesspool of favoritism and nepotism. All the other employees there are family and friends of “connected ” people of local “royalty”.
My oldest daughter is graduating her senior year. She held rank in JROTC. Has some of the highest grades of her class.
I should be very proud of my baby.
But we have a very lukewarm relationship with one another. She isn’t mine by blood (I raised her since she was 6 months old, there was no bio dad) and my mother in law does not like me.
Years and years of slowly poisoning the well has made it so all of our interactions are her sarcastically responding to me or dismissing me entirely.
Never outright hostile, but still.
She wants to move the moment she graduated to my mother in law’s house.
I’m numb.
Every step further I made into public accounting I was facing much higher and higher overtime. When I was promoted to manager I reached my goal but it was the most unhappy period of my life.
I once won a national championship in my sport. However, 2 days prior, I moved out of the apartment I shared with a gf of 5 years, ending the relationship. It was the right thing long term, but…
Twenty minutes after winning, when all my teammates broke off to their families and supporters, I was alone. Nobody was there to support me, take photos with the cup, etc.
I cried alone, off to the side, having nobody with me who understood the sacrifice it took. Nobody to be proud of the process or results. Media later captured me alone, likely mistaking the emotion.
Got married. Thought I’d have a partner. Nope, I now have her responsibilities to handle, and her wants to fulfill. While being the loneliest I’ve ever been.
Have kids. They’re late teens, one is about to graduate high school. Like all teenagers, they talk to me when they want stuff. Its a great day if either of them talks to me about their day. Right now, this sucks. They’ll get a little older and start talking again (I hope).
Sleeping with alot of women
Lost alot of lbs, got shredded, and hated how shallow some of my social circle became. Girls noticed me more, sure, but the compliments felt more like evaluations. I realized I tied my self-worth too tightly to aesthetics.