Soooo, what is
porcupine
(and who is that handsome scoundrel?)
Well, THIS is Porcupine and THAT'S me (sorry about the hair, early Sunday). I'm just a regular guy, obviously a non-brush owner, who had an idea very late one night and decided this needed to be. "This" being Porcupine. I'm a Truck Driver. I've been one for quite a while. You have a lot of time to think..and I mean A LOT of time..and that is when it caught me. I began thinking to much, thoughts spiraled, and before I knew it, I was "There" Anyone who has been in this sort of position knows exactly where "There" is. You're away from home, it's the middle of the night, negative thoughts snowballing and no one to talk/vent to and BAM! "There" I'm not sure what a panic attack feels like, but if I had to paint a picture for someone, as far as I know, it felt like one. Now I'm lucky. I have people in my life I can call. Anytime. Damn good people, and I know they would have answered that phone and been right there..for as long as I needed, and they know they have the same in me. But at that time, they were all asleep and I didn't want to wake them up or bother them. Then it hit me, really hard, Man, what if I didn't? What if I didn't. What if I was an only child? What if I was the last of my family? What if I was estranged from my family? What if, what if, what if..there's a million reasons why. What if I had people but felt like no one would understand, or they would think I was over reacting? What if I wanted to vent to someone who would just listen... And I had no one. You just experienced the birth of Porcupine. The website with the funny name, but a sincere purpose. Keith
When life gets prickly, the language may also.
And that’s okay.
You don’t have to come in here and mince words. If it’s "Fucking killing you inside" (😭😢), say it’s "Fucking killing me inside" .
That’s real life.
This isn’t some all-out swear fest, but if you’re trying to get something off your chest and a few curse words come with it, well just let it out. You’ll feel better.
Everybody here’s already heard those words before, and most of us have used them in the same damn context you are.
Members of Porcupine can take it.
And so can you — because you’ve made it this far.
And trust me, if you vent a little, it’ll be a hell of a lot easier to keep going.
Here, pain doesn’t get ranked.
The biker who wrecked his bike (R.I.P. Dusty), the woman who lost her cat, the guy whose marriage fell apart — they all matter.
Hurt is hurt, and it deserves to be heard.