Quid-Pro-Quo?
Why am I not happy when I am engulfed in success? Do I truly have the capability to successfully succeed? Yes, you may say that that sounded rather redundant, but what I am referring to is whether or not I "CAN" succeed. If I try to succeed, will I be successful? And, as I make my way to the top, why does it seem like everything else is falling apart? When I am actually doing well, why can't anyone be happy for me? How many licks DOES it take to get to the tootsie roll center of the tootsie pop?
It just seems that, in order for me to be happy, I have to exchange my happiness for what's behind door #2. And I hAtE consolation prizes. In the end, achieving success, happiness, or just a fuckin' bottle of Mountain Dew (fuck FAGO!!), is futile. Because, like the MD, everything else good fades away, or what not. Who knows, right now I could be just in one of my "MOODS." Maybe that sex change had more effect on my body chemistry than I thought? Or, maybe the cosmos just aren't liking me, right now. All I know is, who sunk my cheerio?
No, that's not it. *deep, depressing sigh*
What the fuck is going on here? Why does everything always have to be complicated? Never was it, nor is it (and probably never will be) simple. There always has to be obstacles. Problems. "Issues." And the next person who says, "Well, that's life." is going to wind up wondering why the pretty lady dressed in white is feeding them through a fucking tube. As humans, we worthless sacks of flesh make this miserable ball of rock the proverbial hell it is. Being struck by lightning, THAT'S LIFE!!! (Although, I don't know about the Goddess, but I sure could use a few bolts to strike down a tiny list of people *unfolds a piece of paper with the word 'everyone' on it*)
Sometimes, I miss breaking into cars, and smashing liquor store windows. I didn't care about anyone, or anything. Don't get me wrong, my conscience won't allow me to harbor even the slightest bit of pride for my actions. However, during the times that I did these things, I didn't care enough to have the problems I am having now. Sort of an immunity, I guess you could say.
The bottom line is, I’m tired. And, hey!! It has nothing to do with the fact that it is 2:00 am, alright? I just don’t want to deal with this shit, anymore. Why do I? Because, I continue to hold onto the hope that I will succeed AND be happy. If I just work towards it. And, I will coninue to do so, because I refuse to cut myself short of what I may achieve in the future.
So, I guess you could say that this whole rant was pointless, but I FEEL BETTER!!!!!!!
Anywho, bye now.
Ze Peace. Ze Love. Ze Granola.
It just seems that, in order for me to be happy, I have to exchange my happiness for what's behind door #2. And I hAtE consolation prizes. In the end, achieving success, happiness, or just a fuckin' bottle of Mountain Dew (fuck FAGO!!), is futile. Because, like the MD, everything else good fades away, or what not. Who knows, right now I could be just in one of my "MOODS." Maybe that sex change had more effect on my body chemistry than I thought? Or, maybe the cosmos just aren't liking me, right now. All I know is, who sunk my cheerio?
No, that's not it. *deep, depressing sigh*
What the fuck is going on here? Why does everything always have to be complicated? Never was it, nor is it (and probably never will be) simple. There always has to be obstacles. Problems. "Issues." And the next person who says, "Well, that's life." is going to wind up wondering why the pretty lady dressed in white is feeding them through a fucking tube. As humans, we worthless sacks of flesh make this miserable ball of rock the proverbial hell it is. Being struck by lightning, THAT'S LIFE!!! (Although, I don't know about the Goddess, but I sure could use a few bolts to strike down a tiny list of people *unfolds a piece of paper with the word 'everyone' on it*)
Sometimes, I miss breaking into cars, and smashing liquor store windows. I didn't care about anyone, or anything. Don't get me wrong, my conscience won't allow me to harbor even the slightest bit of pride for my actions. However, during the times that I did these things, I didn't care enough to have the problems I am having now. Sort of an immunity, I guess you could say.
The bottom line is, I’m tired. And, hey!! It has nothing to do with the fact that it is 2:00 am, alright? I just don’t want to deal with this shit, anymore. Why do I? Because, I continue to hold onto the hope that I will succeed AND be happy. If I just work towards it. And, I will coninue to do so, because I refuse to cut myself short of what I may achieve in the future.
So, I guess you could say that this whole rant was pointless, but I FEEL BETTER!!!!!!!
Anywho, bye now.
Ze Peace. Ze Love. Ze Granola.