I guess I should say something here...
I've been thinking a lot lately about stuff and things. Like what is everything all about anyways? For what reason is there existence anyways? We all go about our lives blissfully unaware of the things that happen right in front of us. To be a little cliche life is a lot like D&D. We go fight stuff to get cool treasure to use to fight other stuff to get cooler treasure etc. When in the end all we are left with is a big pointless pile of treasure (but at least its big). Why bother? Because it is expected of us. I recently looked back on the last 10 years of my life and found something out that disturbed me a little. I care what people think about me too much. So much, in fact, that I no longer know if I am myself anymore or what people expected of me. I know this post is a little deep for 11 O'clock at night and this may just be me talking out of my ass but it's depressing. I don't know if I am depressed but I guess from that statement I just admitted it. But I have everything going for me, don't I? I am almost done with school in an exciting career field, I have a lot of work experience so that looks good on a resume, I have a great extended group of friends whom I would not be here today without, but does that really amount to anything? Would we rather die rich in money or friends? What if I can never work it out with anyone and spend the rest of my life by myself like my Uncle? Sure he is in a good place financially, but there is more to life than that. I guess I just have to get up off my fat ass and do something to make me less revolting. But, who knows if that will really matter anyways because women just get sick of me after a while anyways. Oh well back to sleep by myself, I know no one really reads any of my posts, but if you do sorry for the emo stuff.