My best thread yet.
Originally posted by MindshipReal talk, I will try my best to take care of my mother in here death bed. She's an eternal optimist as far her ambitions go, and it's discouraging and sad to watch as the life I've inherited offers nothing to repair the life she's inherited.
Jon-Erik Hexum.
I'll be poor, trying to take care of my mother in this money driven country and, as soon as she passes, I will relish in suicide by desert eagle hand-gun.
The issue I have is that I have to believe that all lives serve some purpose, that they're not wasted. This is not so (see, bacteria that were never really necessary for every other life form and what they've, same can go for sickly babies discarded by Spartans), and from observing countless people, I begin to realize no amount of hard work ensures success - people stay to their same ways and I just so happen to be a sap for optimistic appraisal of my circumstance far too often.
I used to be intelligent, but my behavior and lack of interest or will-power has allowed my mind to go dull as I think about the more practical future life has in store for me. Which is an improvement from unwarranted optimistic tendencies I suppose, but also a burden and a distraction, not just from enjoying myself but from finding interest in things that are necessary. Not that optimism or in engaging in whatever limited (due to my circumstance) sensual pleasures would make me productive either, quite the contrary.
Originally posted by Oneness
Real talk, I will try my best to take care of my mother in here death bed. She's an eternal optimist as far her ambitions go, and it's discouraging and sad to watch as the life I've inherited offers nothing to repair the life she's inherited.I'll be poor, trying to take care of my mother in this money driven country and, as soon as she passes, I will relish in suicide by desert eagle hand-gun.
The issue I have is that I have to believe that all lives serve some purpose, that they're not wasted. This is not so (see, bacteria that were never really necessary for every other life form and what they've, same can go for sickly babies discarded by Spartans), and from observing countless people, I begin to realize no amount of hard work ensures success - people stay to their same ways and I just so happen to be a sap for optimistic appraisal of my circumstance far too often.
I used to be intelligent, but my behavior and lack of interest or will-power has allowed my mind to go dull as I think about the more practical future life has in store for me. Which is an improvement from unwarranted optimistic tendencies I suppose, but also a burden and a distraction, not just from enjoying myself but from finding interest in things that are necessary. Not that optimism or in engaging in whatever limited (due to my circumstance) sensual pleasures would make me productive either, quite the contrary.
-Sorry about your mum.
-Drop the defeatist attitude, it's silly, pointless and pointlessly silly.
/thatisall
Originally posted by Oneness
Real talk, I will try my best to take care of my mother in here death bed. She's an eternal optimist as far her ambitions go, and it's discouraging and sad to watch as the life I've inherited offers nothing to repair the life she's inherited.I'll be poor, trying to take care of my mother in this money driven country and, as soon as she passes, I will relish in suicide by desert eagle hand-gun.
The issue I have is that I have to believe that all lives serve some purpose, that they're not wasted. This is not so (see, bacteria that were never really necessary for every other life form and what they've, same can go for sickly babies discarded by Spartans), and from observing countless people, I begin to realize no amount of hard work ensures success - people stay to their same ways and I just so happen to be a sap for optimistic appraisal of my circumstance far too often.
I used to be intelligent, but my behavior and lack of interest or will-power has allowed my mind to go dull as I think about the more practical future life has in store for me. Which is an improvement from unwarranted optimistic tendencies I suppose, but also a burden and a distraction, not just from enjoying myself but from finding interest in things that are necessary. Not that optimism or in engaging in whatever limited (due to my circumstance) sensual pleasures would make me productive either, quite the contrary.
Lol, this thread is some high comedy.
I'm paraphrasing here from the comic off-topic thread, and I forget who said it, but it was a good response:
"I just want a girl with no children, no debt, and who will suck my cock like it's the f*cking cure for cancer."
Obviously relationships require more, but it got a laugh from me.