A post I made earlier today made me think a bit about what I am turning into. And, madam, I don't give a damn, which is part of the amusing thing. Well, it's really the essence of the whole thing.
Was a thread on being a child of parents who divorced. I wrote
Life is short and love is always over in the morning.
Suck it up and wander on.
Harsh as it is, I've proven time and time over that squeaking won't change things.
So diddly it. Am sure there's something amusing around the corner, one way or another.
Ah, there's Captain Apathy and Major Cynicism. Nothing like old friends.
I'll be the first to admit that such a post probably is insensitive and not prudent. On the other hand, it's also valid.
Am sick of sugar coating it. Am sick of being careful around people. I grow weary trying to be a pleasant, respectable, nice integrated part of a society that to me is both foolhardy, ignorant, superficial and downright laughable at times. I often wish it was superfluous, but that's squeaking and as mentioned, that doesn't help.
So why am I squeaking about this now? No idea. Ain't gonna change a thing.
I guess my question to those that are older than me is: have you fought off cynicism, a growing hatred of almost all things living (and quite a few things that aren't, technically, alive) and apathy towards the world around you?
Or, an even better question: why should you fight it off? After a while, you'll probably become comfortably numb, with a bit of luck. Guess the downside is that you might turn into a gnarly sonofasqueak.
Oh wail, the existential crises of twenty-somethings. We're laughable, just like everyone else.
I shall now go work on a pointless project that'll give me a meaningless degree with which I can make money for a gutless company as well as some for myself, which I can spend on empty things that make me forget for a while.
Hope Creamo answers this. I mean, you can tell he's been here, done that, and screwed the fediddleing T-shirt.
