I tend to look at the world comically because of how sad and depressing i truly think the world is. i think just maybe if i can find enough jokes, that i can change my opinion of this cruel sadistic world. long story short i haven’t found enough jokes yet, i will most likely continue my search until i am dead.
The difference between a bad time in you life and a bad life is the future. if you have nothing to look forward to how can you say its just a rough patch. someone told me life would get better next semester. how can that be so? the problems will still be there next semester nothing has changed there. i guess people say things like that because they are hopeful. I guess me being anhedonic is the difference. another thing that i find interesting are the two kinds of people. the first are people who drown out the bad times and problems through therapy. i’m not talking convetional therapy i’m talking about sex, drugs, alcohol, video games, movies, tv shows, ect… pretty much anything that takes your mind away from stress is considered therapy. my problem with therapy is I know that I’m only doing something to distract myself and when I’m done i tend to feel worse than when i started. i feel like i don’t enjoy it and that i only do it to distract myself. the second category are people who have what they want, people who are living the dream if you will. my problem with that is my inner dreamer is dead because of what people have told me my whole life. “you cant do that only really smart people can do that.” “you have to be at least 6’3” and playing since jr. high to play on that team.” i know some of my early childhood aspirations were absurd but isn’t that what dreams are about. anyway in recent years i have had very little ambition because people keep putting me down. the only real aspiration was a girl and to be honest, she acted like an idiot college girl. so now i find myself with no real accomplishments and no aspiration and to top it off i’m discontent with my circumstances. hence the Ugh.
I like my women like I like my rock climbing shoes…. painfully tight.
You made me cynical when you left. you were what was holding my life together. you can call me a jerk for acting the way i am, but when you left you took away what was keeping me afloat. is it your fault? of course not, you chose to move on with your life and I cant blame you. that being said, I cant say that I’m happy or even content with your decision. if there is one thing I know, its that all good things come to an end, and only amazing things last a lifetime.
how long can someone go without enjoying their life as a whole? if you can answer that please answer how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsiepop.
If you haven’t figured it out yet I’m a bit of a cynic.
At the end off the day chicks don’t want a nice guy who will be her friend. she wants a complete douchebag who will lie to her to get her into bed.
Eventually we will all lose hope, heck look at God in Noah’s time. He almost gave up on the human race entirely. So what if I have stopped believing all humans are good deep down inside. God knew the hearts of everyone in the time of Noah and he only found one family that was pure. is it wrong to assume that i don’t know the one family that just so happens to be pure?
Humans can only write off failures for so long, eventually you will have to stop giving yourself the benefit of the doubt.
