again with the monkeys
And suddenly I'm angry. It just kinda struck me after picking up the deposit from the Edge, and people were over there strumming on a guitar.
Where's my motivation gone? I suppose it's fairly non-existent because I feel that any more anything anyone ever does is solely for the purpose of impressing at least one individual. And so what's the purpose of doing anything if it's used to impress people? Fuck people man, why do I have to impress you? Makes me feel like some kind of performing monkey.
I've idly thought about attempting to learn a bass guitar, but ah what's the point. At some point someone would see it and be like "ooo, you play bass?" And then it'd just be tainted.
And in a similar vein, philosophical conversations? Man, what's the point. It all seems so tired and played out. "Look at me and my ~*~deep~*~ thoughts."
So. Where does someone go when they're tired of everything like this? I'm lost, and can't seem to wake up any more. All I want from life these days is to be left alone with the one person I love.
Where's my motivation gone? I suppose it's fairly non-existent because I feel that any more anything anyone ever does is solely for the purpose of impressing at least one individual. And so what's the purpose of doing anything if it's used to impress people? Fuck people man, why do I have to impress you? Makes me feel like some kind of performing monkey.
I've idly thought about attempting to learn a bass guitar, but ah what's the point. At some point someone would see it and be like "ooo, you play bass?" And then it'd just be tainted.
And in a similar vein, philosophical conversations? Man, what's the point. It all seems so tired and played out. "Look at me and my ~*~deep~*~ thoughts."
So. Where does someone go when they're tired of everything like this? I'm lost, and can't seem to wake up any more. All I want from life these days is to be left alone with the one person I love.