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I'm feeling much better now than when I wrote that entry a few hours ago. Gee, that didn't take long, did it? I just reread it; it's interesting that some of my best writing comes as the result of feeling like that. For example, I began writing the following pessimistic article during a particularly low point in my life, a few years ago. It's totally incomplete and somewhat incoherent and has brackets where I intended to make revisions, but obviously my mood changed just as quickly as it did this time and I never got around to completing it, which is almost a shame given how promising it sounds.
I'm sure everyone knows the feeling of being prematurely awoken by the stabbing electronic chime of an alarm clock. Your eyes spring open and the pulsating din resonates through your mind as you put your hand on your face in a vain attempt to exorcise your throbbing sleepless headache. Your eyes fall shut again, hoping the sound will fade into silence and [you can pick up where you left off]. A few seconds pass and sobriety sets in. You shift the iron blankets and stumble out of bed into the arctic chamber of your room. You grope the shelf in the spot where the clock should be and finally silence the alarm, at the expense of several books and ornaments from the shelf which plunge to the floor. You follow them down and sink into the carpet, promising yourself you only need five minutes.
The feeling of being rudely awoken was rather like what I experienced when it finally dawned on me that my life sucks. Not just like how everyone's life sucks. Not just like how most peoples' lives suck these days, but an entirely unique and individual means of sucking that transcends and trifles all other purported suckiness.
One of the things I find most fascinating is finding out how others perceive me. The reason I find it fascinating is because when another makes an assumption about me, regardless of how well they think they know me, they're often wrong. Besides, I'm almost an entirely different person depending on who I'm with. For example, I can and usually do charm adults with my innocence and politeness, and it's all too easy for them to think I've never had an evil thought in my life. How wrong they are! And just the other day, I was discussing with one of my friends the possibility of me becoming a priest. I expressed doubt that I was being called to the Priesthood by saying that I thought I would make an impotent, pusillanimous clergyman. My friend disagreed and said I would make a strong, tenacious priest; as though his second-hand perceptions of me are more accurate than my own. Certainly I like to create the impression that I possess a great deal of fortitude
I'm sure everyone knows the feeling of being prematurely awoken by the stabbing electronic chime of an alarm clock. Your eyes spring open and the pulsating din resonates through your mind as you put your hand on your face in a vain attempt to exorcise your throbbing sleepless headache. Your eyes fall shut again, hoping the sound will fade into silence and [you can pick up where you left off]. A few seconds pass and sobriety sets in. You shift the iron blankets and stumble out of bed into the arctic chamber of your room. You grope the shelf in the spot where the clock should be and finally silence the alarm, at the expense of several books and ornaments from the shelf which plunge to the floor. You follow them down and sink into the carpet, promising yourself you only need five minutes.
The feeling of being rudely awoken was rather like what I experienced when it finally dawned on me that my life sucks. Not just like how everyone's life sucks. Not just like how most peoples' lives suck these days, but an entirely unique and individual means of sucking that transcends and trifles all other purported suckiness.
One of the things I find most fascinating is finding out how others perceive me. The reason I find it fascinating is because when another makes an assumption about me, regardless of how well they think they know me, they're often wrong. Besides, I'm almost an entirely different person depending on who I'm with. For example, I can and usually do charm adults with my innocence and politeness, and it's all too easy for them to think I've never had an evil thought in my life. How wrong they are! And just the other day, I was discussing with one of my friends the possibility of me becoming a priest. I expressed doubt that I was being called to the Priesthood by saying that I thought I would make an impotent, pusillanimous clergyman. My friend disagreed and said I would make a strong, tenacious priest; as though his second-hand perceptions of me are more accurate than my own. Certainly I like to create the impression that I possess a great deal of fortitude