He just wants to
Posted by SgtPepper | Posted in | Posted on Sunday, November 23, 2008
He hates it, he hates how people call him all they long, he hates how he can't be all lonely and melancholic in a dark room, he hates how they often call to say nice things. And it's not because he's the depressive type, or because he hates the people per se, is far more complex than that, or more simple, depends on how you see it. He just wants some time alone so he can pity himself, so he can whine to himself about how miserable his life is, to complain to the universe why is he so unfortunate. But of course he needs to be alone, for his life is perfect.
He lacks nothing, and of course he could have more, even God would like another universe every now and then. He has a supportive family and joyous friends, his job is the most exciting one since they stopped considering sky-diving a job. He earns a nice amount of money and his girlfriend is lovely. Yet he wants to feel the drama and the tragedy, he just does.
And so, with such a perfect pack of people around him and wonderful circumstances how could he be so cynical as to say "I simply don't like it, any of it". Because he sometimes wishes his mother was an alcoholic and his dad had left them, so then he could join some gang in his adolescence and then become an addict, so he could climb from all that crap and become a wounded writer, you know, the Pulitzer-material kind f writers. But his dream was not to be a writer, it never was, he just wanted a harder life.
By now you may think he is crazy, and you're in all you're right, he is. But something that most be known is that he considers happiness doesn't come with success or a beautiful family, a nice pair of JimmyChoo's or a hot Lexus. All those things are the preview, they re the things you make so when you're old and worthless you can brag about your youth. But true happiness comes when at the end of the day, past the money and relationships, past your success or underachivements in life, at the end what matters is that you like who you are, and if for that you have to feel a little more miserable, go ahead.
By I'm the penguin
He lacks nothing, and of course he could have more, even God would like another universe every now and then. He has a supportive family and joyous friends, his job is the most exciting one since they stopped considering sky-diving a job. He earns a nice amount of money and his girlfriend is lovely. Yet he wants to feel the drama and the tragedy, he just does.
And so, with such a perfect pack of people around him and wonderful circumstances how could he be so cynical as to say "I simply don't like it, any of it". Because he sometimes wishes his mother was an alcoholic and his dad had left them, so then he could join some gang in his adolescence and then become an addict, so he could climb from all that crap and become a wounded writer, you know, the Pulitzer-material kind f writers. But his dream was not to be a writer, it never was, he just wanted a harder life.
By now you may think he is crazy, and you're in all you're right, he is. But something that most be known is that he considers happiness doesn't come with success or a beautiful family, a nice pair of JimmyChoo's or a hot Lexus. All those things are the preview, they re the things you make so when you're old and worthless you can brag about your youth. But true happiness comes when at the end of the day, past the money and relationships, past your success or underachivements in life, at the end what matters is that you like who you are, and if for that you have to feel a little more miserable, go ahead.
By I'm the penguin
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