THE PAST YEAR HAS BEEN BULLSHIT

•January 24, 2012 • Leave a Comment

i just want to fucking vent here we go

so i am ready to go to austin and then i get fucking lyme disease.

what the fuck?

im sitting here in the UT library on my fucking blog

i should be fucking out having fun.  i should be fucking girls.  there’s mad pussy in this city.  right?

what the fuck?

i should be doing something more interesting than side chatting with this boring bitch on facebook

what the fuck?

i should be able to lift up my right leg without feeling pain in my back and my right leg

WHAT THE FUCK.

i should be able to not obsess about new aches new pains new fears (neck … lyme…anything)

what happened man?  seriously, what the fuck happened to me?

i had … i feel like i had so much going for me.  mentally, i was SHARP.  i was thinking light years ahead.  ok maybe i was a little psychotic and over zealous, but i was making some serious progress on some things.

and then…as if destiny made a chose to kiss me with poison, i was bitten by a tick.  drove me insane.  drove me to madness, sheer madness.  7 shots of antibiotics in the ass…which possibly led to effects which have dogged me for months.

where can i even start.

meanwhile i find out that the hamstring strain my leg is actually 3 herniated discs in my back?

i want to write beautiful poetry to share with the world about my sharp pains.

agony undescribed unmounted

im sick of this shit i cant fucking write and describe the way i feel.

okay i got this:

nothing

my ex-girlfriend was completely fucking psychotic

•March 13, 2011 • Leave a Comment

all i have to say is:

oh

my

god

life summarized in several paragraphs over the internet to be read by no one but myself

•March 12, 2011 • Leave a Comment

the past few months have flown by.  once when i was consumed by various social activities i have now begun to be consumed by various academic activities.  i aspire to learn more about the spanish language and computer programming, yet i lack balance and become arguably consumed by these activities.  for example, today there is some sort of hilarious st patricks day parade downtown.  the every day ‘normal’ people are out and about, putting their best and finest green attire on and trying to play the part.  no doubt it is simply a way for them to enjoy their life, participate in the conformity based social activity that undoubtedly makes them happy to some degree.

anyway, my point in saying that now is that i feel i have become somewhat detached and indifferent towards this phenomenon.  whereas several months ago i would have spazzed out had i not participated in these activities, now i really truly don’t care.  but the lack of caring is not a product of indifference, instead it seems to be based on some sort of knowledge.  i just KNOW that things won’t change, that people will be as they are, these sort of indifferent selfish creatures that react to base emotional instincts on somewhat predictable ways.  granted, people are also incredibly nuanced, with great beauty and emotion and care and compassion.  yet the fact of the matter is they for the most part abide by social norms and standards, act in predictable ways, and don’t GIVE to people without having seemingly received something in return.  basically, to summarize, ‘people are busy and don’t have time to really give because they are so busy with their busy lives’

i don’t know, to me that just seems like some sort of auto-pilot bullshit.  i know that people are out their doing crazy awesome things but where are they?  unfortunately in order for me to find them i have to exert a crazy amount of effort, do so in a systematic fashion without seeming overly needy or reachy, and i have to get lucky.  it’s pretty crazy that we have to work so hard just to meet people when there are people that want to meet new people everywhere.  it’s like, on the inside we really want to reach out and be ‘at oneness’ with some other person, but there are all these crazy contrived barriers in our way.  it’s a wildly inefficient system.  at it’s core these problems are basically rooted in our common lack of similiarity, likely caused by our wildly different upbringings.  we just don’t have too much in common at first glance, and because we’re afraid to really relate and be judged, we just don’t give, we don’t don’t take that risk.

the more i’ve observed this stuff going on around me, the more i’ve realized a lot of it is sort of a waste of my time.  people are going to go to the parade today, get totally trashed, have their type of fun, be loud, be noisy, be reckless, be stupid, fuck someone literally and figuratively, and go home.  tomorrow they will talk about their revelries with their friends and say what a great time they had; they will also likely complain about a hangover.

my point is that THIS REPEATS OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER again and no one really stops to say, WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE DOING HERE?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!

isn’t that fucking crazy?

there is some idealistic notion that we are all on this planet together and we can really do something absolutely fucking incredible, that we can really bind together in a moment of seriousness and understanding and just fucking make a change, but it never happens.

ever think to yourself, something has to change?  something has to give?

you can’t keep doing the same thing over and over again and expect a different result.

when i say something

•January 11, 2011 • Leave a Comment

it makes it seem a lot less significant than when i was thinking it

people, hobbies, and categorization of individuals

•January 11, 2011 • Leave a Comment

as i’ve been engaging in more hobbies, socializing more, and putting myself out there more i’ve noticed a distinct phenomenon.  people seem to primary engage in one type of categorized activity, one broad reference of hobby.  for example, “hiking” people are into outdoor stuff and activities associated with that (perhaps other athletic-type activities, or other activities involving being outside).  yet if you engage them in things like the arts, politics, or a whole wide swath of subjects things become awkward.

if i go hang out with artsy people and start talking about hiking, you’ll probably get a few people interested in the subject, but it really seems that most people are very involved in their hobbies and interests.  for example this girl that i’m going on a “date” with (or whatever the fuck you want to call it) engages in artsy activities and seemingly little else (possibly travel oriented activities?

i don’t have a problem with that concentration per se, but it’s a bit frustrating.  and frankly it’s something i’ve never understood….why do people just stick to one thing?

back at work

•January 3, 2011 • Leave a Comment

place gun to temple, pull trigger

i feel really

•December 28, 2010 • Leave a Comment

fucking depressed right now … i tried some really sleazy shit (well it wasn’t really sleazy but for my standards it was) stuff with this girl who had been kind of flirting with me.  she was interested, and i was sending her texts back and forth and basically trying to get her to sleep with me.  and in the end, she simply responds with silence.  silence that is so incredibly devastating and absurdly crushing to my confidence that she will never know.  not that i know exactly what she goes through at any particular time.

i have a date tonight with an utterly spectacular girl who may or may not be a lesbian (how awesome is that?).  she has energy, life, personality, intelligence, beauty, and a good body.  she’s more or less everything i could ask for.  i’m terribly worried that i won’t be funny enough, charming enough, interesting enough, or anything enough.

i’m terrified.

i just want to be me when i speak to a woman.  i want to be honest.  i’m tired of holding a mask onto my face and pretending that it’s not penentrable.  i’m bloody sick of the facades and the games.

i don’t understand how people do it.

 
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