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I was a blog/forum hermit once. I miss those days. Closest to your carefree childhood as you can get, but without the rose-tinted shades. It should go without saying, though, that working hard for something more is the better path. For me, that something more mainly consists of meeting/gaming with folks on here.
Everything else, I've already failed at and don't much feel like working for anymore. I'd say I got off lucky by not having bigger obligations than loans and bills, but I kinda intentionally orchestrated things to be that way. Leave the baby mama drama to the dogs.
" It's the kind of chore that you know will take a mighty chunk out of your day, often with little to no reward other than knowing that you won't end up homeless, hungry, alone, or in debt "
Little to no reward other than... ? Those are pretty big fucking rewards to me. You ever been homeless? It's a lot shittier than having to have a job, let me tell you. This blog offends me, I'm not holding it against you, or getting mad, but I am offended at this line of thought. I don't know, I've struggled my whole life. Born into shit and had to crawl out of it, this comes off to me as: I'm lazy and a whiner. I'm probably way off base or taking it wrong, but those are my two cents. Life is fucked up and we should be thankful for what we have. Without hard work, you won't have shit and you won't get anywhere.
Little to no reward other than... ? Those are pretty big fucking rewards to me. You ever been homeless? It's a lot shittier than having to have a job, let me tell you. This blog offends me, I'm not holding it against you, or getting mad, but I am offended at this line of thought. I don't know, I've struggled my whole life. Born into shit and had to crawl out of it, this comes off to me as: I'm lazy and a whiner. I'm probably way off base or taking it wrong, but those are my two cents. Life is fucked up and we should be thankful for what we have. Without hard work, you won't have shit and you won't get anywhere.
I thought what he was getting at was: if you don't have anything that means something more to you to work for, that you actually feel passionate about, then unless you have a family to take care of, all that shit is pointless. You feel like just another cog in the machine, waiting to break or get replaced.
First world problems are a bitch sometimes.
First world problems are a bitch sometimes.
@PhilK3nS3bb3n @Nihil Thank you both for your comments. I'm very grateful for people who read my blog posts.
@PhilK3nS3bb3n: Probably easiest for me if I break up my responses into bites.
Homelessness: I actually have been homeless 2 times in my life. Once, when I moved to America from Ottawa Ontario and got my alien card but no place to live and a second which was over this past summer as I moved from the west coast to the east coast after graduating four year university. I had been living in three different motels (issues) since July 6th. Moved in my new place about 10 days ago. This blog was inspired by my recent blight.
Cog Syndrome: For about a good six weeks I felt the heavy weight of depression and indecision as I merely "existed." Not writing. Not reading. Not drawing. Not creating. Simply "doing." Worked in a fast food restaurant. Didn't even apply for grad school due to the heavy depression. It was as if I inhaled a smoke cloud of gray that enveloped every ounce of confidence I had in myself. Nihilism and misanthropy were my neighbors and I was a blob of a man. My change of location turned my existence right around and I feel ideas backed up in my mind like a noon traffic jam in the middle of July heat.
@Nihil: You hit the nail right on the head. I wish I was as articulate in my meaning as you. English as a second language sucks.
@PhilK3nS3bb3n: Probably easiest for me if I break up my responses into bites.
Homelessness: I actually have been homeless 2 times in my life. Once, when I moved to America from Ottawa Ontario and got my alien card but no place to live and a second which was over this past summer as I moved from the west coast to the east coast after graduating four year university. I had been living in three different motels (issues) since July 6th. Moved in my new place about 10 days ago. This blog was inspired by my recent blight.
Cog Syndrome: For about a good six weeks I felt the heavy weight of depression and indecision as I merely "existed." Not writing. Not reading. Not drawing. Not creating. Simply "doing." Worked in a fast food restaurant. Didn't even apply for grad school due to the heavy depression. It was as if I inhaled a smoke cloud of gray that enveloped every ounce of confidence I had in myself. Nihilism and misanthropy were my neighbors and I was a blob of a man. My change of location turned my existence right around and I feel ideas backed up in my mind like a noon traffic jam in the middle of July heat.
@Nihil: You hit the nail right on the head. I wish I was as articulate in my meaning as you. English as a second language sucks.
Ok, I get it now. I did misunderstand. I personally have never felt this way though. I've always been focused on crawling out of the gutter of life and having stability. I have however been quite depressed and ready to quit, a few times in life. I hope you find your lot and sense of place in this world. I wish you the best of luck.
