beat me outta me
would it be evil to enjoy the failures and depression of others? it's like a warm gratifying glow of gloom that when i read the entries i do not feel sorry for the people or have any desire to help them. in fact, its like reading the funny pages. the hard part is finding the non sequitors like gough and avoiding cathys like.. yeah. some people would spend their entire lives complaining because their life is not perfect. so what happens if they ever reach that perfect point, will they know it? what would be the point of living, if everything were given and there were no challenges left? ideaists bug me. it's much easier to bask in cynicism and feel nothing but sardonic abandon in terms of personal compassion. compassion is overated. either that, or it's just underused. selective compassion for others in one's life is no different than passive loathing. why pretend? there is nothing wrong with wisdom, embittering as it is. chuckle at disaster as well as celebration; neither is of any consequence at all.
she gives a pumping straight to my heart
she gives a pumping straight to my heart