A few years ago I discovered what the meaning of life is, and that was that there is no meaning of life. No meaning in the sense of some greater power that has established a universal meaning that everyone is supposed to follow. So that means that if we want our lives to have meaning we can make it mean whatever we want it to. Now that can be a ( Read more... )

I've been kind of silent on Facebook and Live Journal for a while. People have started asking what's going on, where have I been? So I will tell you ( Read more... )

As I have said countless times: all my life people have told me I write well, that I should do more with it. I'm sure when they say this they don't have copy writing in mind; writing short little pieces to sell a product or service. Yeah, I didn't exactly think that either. I would rather spend time writing opinion pieces in my own blog, or ( Read more... )

I just spent the early part of my morning applying to another company that is listing work for writers. I had to write a question and answer essay on whether or not dogs are color blind, a product description of an entertainment center, and an advertisement for a hotel. It seems easy enough to me. Let's see if they think my entries are good enough ( Read more... )

In fact, in this case it felt okay ( Read more... )

Maybe there really is a way I can make money as a writer ( Read more... )

I know it's just coincidence. But sometimes it seems like when you put something out into the universe it has a weird way of coming right back at you. Joe, you crazy fucker, what are you talking about today? You might be asking ( Read more... )

All my life people have told me I should write more, that I have talent, that I shouldn't waste my talent. Well that's all fine and good, but up until recently there was just this one problem: I didn't really like to write. Oh I felt good after having written something, and I would usually write when there was no other outlet, or when I just felt I ( Read more... )

I get most depressed on days when everyone is supposed to be happy and is out being happy. I made it just a little less than 3 hours at work. I'm in an ugly mood. I'm cynical, I'm antisocial, and I'm very depressed. Thought I could shake it but I can't. I just can't deal with all the merry New Year's Eve revelers tonight, sorry. So as soon as I'm ( Read more... )

So now that I know that the name of my condition for not being able to handle certain noises is called Misophonia (if you don't know what I'm talking about go read my last post and then this one will make more sense to you), I guess you could say that makes me a Misophoniac, right ( Read more... )