I just kinda wanna stab something, you know?
Seriously, it blows my mind how functional I am. I do about an hour of work a day, sometimes a little more if there's something big going on, yet somehow whenever people enter my office they apologize for interrupting me or disturbing me and I am constantly thanked for performing the smallest task, as if it were some insurmountable challenge. I maintain a budget and thus have credit card debt and am able to enjoy the occasional social interaction or frivolous purchase, which seems beyond the capacity of my peers. I maintain excellent grades in the graduate courses I have taken, have received very high praise from professors, and will likely be enrolling in a degree program shortly if only because everyone says I really ought to be so why the fuck not. I run seven minute miles, eat a low-fat low-calorie diet, and wear a size 2. Occasionally I even sync my smartphone to my shmancy fucking laptop.
OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK HOW AM I STILL ALIVE.
I feel like at any second I'm going to morph into Edward Norton at the beginning of Fight Club and light my fucking apartment on fire. Or maybe my hair, because it's windy and I really hate when it gets adhered to my chapstick. Or maybe the bus on the way to work in the morning because some jackass keeps hitting me in the face with their fucking backpack.
It is beyond my comprehension how I get out of bed in the morning. I am fairly certain that I sleepwalk through about 98% of my life, and I am not deluded enough to think that I am unique in that.
Everything is goddamn claustrophobic.
But I'm a bit too much of a pussy to act out in ways that might really fuck up my life--I'm not going to crash my car, or stab my roommates, or light my office on fire. I won't steal or destroy tangible things. Instead, I'll act out against people. That's a perfectly safe approach--fuck up people. Act out against them, strike where you have the opportunity and where, when you get right down to it, the consequences are minimal. Just ride that fucking power trip. Sure it's fucked up, but it gets you where you're going with minimal danger.
What does it say about our society when the most socially acceptable alternative is to ruin people, instead of things?
Quote from: Darth Cupcake on March 24, 2009, 08:26:26 PM
I just kinda wanna stab something, you know?
Seriously, it blows my mind how functional I am. I do about an hour of work a day, sometimes a little more if there's something big going on, yet somehow whenever people enter my office they apologize for interrupting me or disturbing me and I am constantly thanked for performing the smallest task, as if it were some insurmountable challenge. I maintain a budget and thus have credit card debt and am able to enjoy the occasional social interaction or frivolous purchase, which seems beyond the capacity of my peers. I maintain excellent grades in the graduate courses I have taken, have received very high praise from professors, and will likely be enrolling in a degree program shortly if only because everyone says I really ought to be so why the fuck not. I run seven minute miles, eat a low-fat low-calorie diet, and wear a size 2. Occasionally I even sync my smartphone to my shmancy fucking laptop.
OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK HOW AM I STILL ALIVE.
I feel like at any second I'm going to morph into Edward Norton at the beginning of Fight Club and light my fucking apartment on fire. Or maybe my hair, because it's windy and I really hate when it gets adhered to my chapstick. Or maybe the bus on the way to work in the morning because some jackass keeps hitting me in the face with their fucking backpack.
It is beyond my comprehension how I get out of bed in the morning. I am fairly certain that I sleepwalk through about 98% of my life, and I am not deluded enough to think that I am unique in that.
Everything is goddamn claustrophobic.
But I'm a bit too much of a pussy to act out in ways that might really fuck up my life--I'm not going to crash my car, or stab my roommates, or light my office on fire. I won't steal or destroy tangible things. Instead, I'll act out against people. That's a perfectly safe approach--fuck up people. Act out against them, strike where you have the opportunity and where, when you get right down to it, the consequences are minimal. Just ride that fucking power trip. Sure it's fucked up, but it gets you where you're going with minimal danger.
What does it say about our society when the most socially acceptable alternative is to ruin people, instead of things?
Either you come to terms with the fact that you like all the shit you feel you really ought to be hating or you blow your life up and walk away.
Only you can decide. From experience I tried it both ways and there's pro's and cons to each. If you never tried the splodey life thing I would recommend it if it weren't for the fact you'd hate me for doing so, during and, in all probability, after it as well. :evil:
*Ahem*
SHIT YOUR HATE, OR YOU WILL DIE.
I know if I only had about an hour's work a day to do, I'd be using those other seven hours to do something devious. Like, say, memorizing the Nicuragua Freedom Fighter's manual or OSS Simple Sabotage and how to best apply it to my workplace, or other nearby targets.
As an example, of course.
You put your finger right on the problems of what zeitgeist defines as "Success" vs. what actually gives meaning to life.
(VERY IMHO / Personal observation Warning: ) Lots of folks get eternally tied up in the cycle of (bills -> social drama -> work drama -> repeat), and never really get out of it. Just trying to get by gives life purpose and focus. The reward for moving beyond / mastering that is removal of said purpose, and a view of the glaring possibility of what to do with life from there. Maddening at times, but nothing will step up and hand out directions or ideas. ( Those who claim to have them are likely a malicious cult. Open call for info on these, they're groups / people WORTH ruining. )
QuoteWhat does it say about our society when the most socially acceptable alternative is to ruin people, instead of things?
we're defined by our things, of course
enjoyed the read
:)
to borrow from some other post I made, you might want to look at it this way:
your job makes you perform mundane tasks for 40 hours a week.
SO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING FOR THE OTHER 128 HOURS?
You have a lot of spare time for weirdness. Make the most of it.
Quote from: LMNO on March 25, 2009, 01:28:42 PM
to borrow from some other post I made, you might want to look at it this way:
your job makes you perform mundane tasks for 40 hours a week.
SO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING FOR THE OTHER 128 HOURS?
You have a lot of spare time for weirdness. Make the most of it.
TITCM
Speaking of, take up riding Motorcycles. D-Cup, Biker Chick.
Sounds like it's time for a change, DC. Doesn't have to be all-upside-down or nothin'...but a change is due nonetheless.
Quote from: Darth Cupcake on March 24, 2009, 08:26:26 PM
I just kinda wanna stab something, you know?
Seriously, it blows my mind how functional I am. I do about an hour of work a day, sometimes a little more if there's something big going on, yet somehow whenever people enter my office they apologize for interrupting me or disturbing me and I am constantly thanked for performing the smallest task, as if it were some insurmountable challenge. I maintain a budget and thus have credit card debt and am able to enjoy the occasional social interaction or frivolous purchase, which seems beyond the capacity of my peers. I maintain excellent grades in the graduate courses I have taken, have received very high praise from professors, and will likely be enrolling in a degree program shortly if only because everyone says I really ought to be so why the fuck not. I run seven minute miles, eat a low-fat low-calorie diet, and wear a size 2. Occasionally I even sync my smartphone to my shmancy fucking laptop.
OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK HOW AM I STILL ALIVE.
I feel like at any second I'm going to morph into Edward Norton at the beginning of Fight Club and light my fucking apartment on fire. Or maybe my hair, because it's windy and I really hate when it gets adhered to my chapstick. Or maybe the bus on the way to work in the morning because some jackass keeps hitting me in the face with their fucking backpack.
It is beyond my comprehension how I get out of bed in the morning. I am fairly certain that I sleepwalk through about 98% of my life, and I am not deluded enough to think that I am unique in that.
Everything is goddamn claustrophobic.
But I'm a bit too much of a pussy to act out in ways that might really fuck up my life--I'm not going to crash my car, or stab my roommates, or light my office on fire. I won't steal or destroy tangible things. Instead, I'll act out against people. That's a perfectly safe approach--fuck up people. Act out against them, strike where you have the opportunity and where, when you get right down to it, the consequences are minimal. Just ride that fucking power trip. Sure it's fucked up, but it gets you where you're going with minimal danger.
What does it say about our society when the most socially acceptable alternative is to ruin people, instead of things?
Get in fights with people on the internet, that's what I do! Nobody gets hurt, everybody wins!
Fuck you, Nigel!