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From a while ago. I originaly posted this in FoG chat, but it got swamped by crapness, and thus just four replys. Thought I may as well post it here, just for the sheer hell of it.
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I was just reading Grixes ‘I’m scared crapless’ post, and I realized something. I would have posted it in there, but I don’t want to be overshadowed my Mr. Thraves.
I believe in nothing. My body is just a shelter for a mind that doesn’t particularly want anything. I am a waste of a human being.
What is my life? Well, it basically consists of routine. I go to school 5 days a week, and do as little as possible in lessons simply because I’m so used to just talking. Even when there is no one to talk to I don’t work, out of a habit garnered over the last few years. I just sit and update my list of ‘films I want to watch’ in my planner. I enjoy English lessons, but that’s about it.
Tuesday and Wednesday I work for an hour and a half serving food and washing up at an old peoples home. Strange thing is, after this is the only time when I feel like a real person, like I’m actually spending my time doing something worthwhile. I’d like to say that this is because I feel like I’m helping people, but it is more likely that this is just because I’m getting paid for it.
Friday nights I go out with my friends to a field, street, or if we’re lucky a house to get drunk and stoned. For a little while this was all I lived for, but after nearly 3 years of drinking the fun has worn off. My friends are perfectly happy because they’re relatively new to it, they can be happy just because they’re drunk.
In my free time, I post on here and watch movies. I work out occasionally, and play a few video games.
That is my life, in its entirety. You notice anything wrong with it?
I have no goal in life at all. My current plan is ‘well, it’d be quite nice to write books for a living’. But I don’t believe that I’m good enough. School and life have taught me one thing – never think that you’re ever going to be the best, because there is always someone better than you.
No religion, because science says it is impossible. Yet I hate the idea of science, because the basic idea of science is that we are all just the byproduct of a group of cells living together. That makes me feel…like just another part of life, instead of life itself. If that makes any sense.
I have nothing to inspire me. No broken home, no near fatal accident, no disease. I don’t know one person that has died. I’ve never done anything worth writing about, basically.
And in life, you should either do something worth writing or write something worth reading, I guess.
The point of this post? There is none. I can’t tell you how to live your life, because I don’t know anything about life. My emotions are so young, and so barely used, that I cannot begin to understand all of your challenging lives.
I am part of a species that has evolved so far that some members of it no longer need expericence any emotion.
I don’t feel anything.
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I was just reading Grixes ‘I’m scared crapless’ post, and I realized something. I would have posted it in there, but I don’t want to be overshadowed my Mr. Thraves.
I believe in nothing. My body is just a shelter for a mind that doesn’t particularly want anything. I am a waste of a human being.
What is my life? Well, it basically consists of routine. I go to school 5 days a week, and do as little as possible in lessons simply because I’m so used to just talking. Even when there is no one to talk to I don’t work, out of a habit garnered over the last few years. I just sit and update my list of ‘films I want to watch’ in my planner. I enjoy English lessons, but that’s about it.
Tuesday and Wednesday I work for an hour and a half serving food and washing up at an old peoples home. Strange thing is, after this is the only time when I feel like a real person, like I’m actually spending my time doing something worthwhile. I’d like to say that this is because I feel like I’m helping people, but it is more likely that this is just because I’m getting paid for it.
Friday nights I go out with my friends to a field, street, or if we’re lucky a house to get drunk and stoned. For a little while this was all I lived for, but after nearly 3 years of drinking the fun has worn off. My friends are perfectly happy because they’re relatively new to it, they can be happy just because they’re drunk.
In my free time, I post on here and watch movies. I work out occasionally, and play a few video games.
That is my life, in its entirety. You notice anything wrong with it?
I have no goal in life at all. My current plan is ‘well, it’d be quite nice to write books for a living’. But I don’t believe that I’m good enough. School and life have taught me one thing – never think that you’re ever going to be the best, because there is always someone better than you.
No religion, because science says it is impossible. Yet I hate the idea of science, because the basic idea of science is that we are all just the byproduct of a group of cells living together. That makes me feel…like just another part of life, instead of life itself. If that makes any sense.
I have nothing to inspire me. No broken home, no near fatal accident, no disease. I don’t know one person that has died. I’ve never done anything worth writing about, basically.
And in life, you should either do something worth writing or write something worth reading, I guess.
The point of this post? There is none. I can’t tell you how to live your life, because I don’t know anything about life. My emotions are so young, and so barely used, that I cannot begin to understand all of your challenging lives.
I am part of a species that has evolved so far that some members of it no longer need expericence any emotion.
I don’t feel anything.
The only people that truly shine in this life, are those that are unafraid of failure. Somebody obviously very wise said that. Not sure who, though.
It's like me with me job. I'm a small welsh kid from Pembrokeshire, the armpit of successful output. I fear only failing in life, not failing in things I want to do. If Rareware email me back, and give me an excuse to why they can't hire me, I will apply again. And again. Each time I will improve, and they will hire me. I hope it doesn't have to fall down to that, because in the current timeband they're keeping me waiting for when the "design director" isn't busy, I'll be about sixty by the time I reapply for the third time.
But it's not a case of "I haven't got a chance in hell", this isn't a "I'm inexperienced and unable to really find a direction, so I'm having a stab at this...", this is a "I have something to say, would you like to listen?".
Don't assume everyone judges you by the success of other people. Never assume you are all that you could ever be, right now. Your imagination will always be there, use your ideas, don't hold them back. The more ideas you develop, the easier it'll be to pull more out, and the easier it will be for you to find inspiration.
Don't just believe in yourself, become yourself. There's little much point in telling yourself over and over that you're good, when you do little more. Apply your entire life to everything you do, and question anything that you're told. Perhaps. :0)
It's like me with me job. I'm a small welsh kid from Pembrokeshire, the armpit of successful output. I fear only failing in life, not failing in things I want to do. If Rareware email me back, and give me an excuse to why they can't hire me, I will apply again. And again. Each time I will improve, and they will hire me. I hope it doesn't have to fall down to that, because in the current timeband they're keeping me waiting for when the "design director" isn't busy, I'll be about sixty by the time I reapply for the third time.
But it's not a case of "I haven't got a chance in hell", this isn't a "I'm inexperienced and unable to really find a direction, so I'm having a stab at this...", this is a "I have something to say, would you like to listen?".
Don't assume everyone judges you by the success of other people. Never assume you are all that you could ever be, right now. Your imagination will always be there, use your ideas, don't hold them back. The more ideas you develop, the easier it'll be to pull more out, and the easier it will be for you to find inspiration.
Don't just believe in yourself, become yourself. There's little much point in telling yourself over and over that you're good, when you do little more. Apply your entire life to everything you do, and question anything that you're told. Perhaps. :0)
From a while ago. I originaly posted this in FoG chat, but it got swamped by crapness, and thus just four replys. Thought I may as well post it here, just for the sheer hell of it.
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I was just reading Grixes ‘I’m scared crapless’ post, and I realized something. I would have posted it in there, but I don’t want to be overshadowed my Mr. Thraves.
I believe in nothing. My body is just a shelter for a mind that doesn’t particularly want anything. I am a waste of a human being.
What is my life? Well, it basically consists of routine. I go to school 5 days a week, and do as little as possible in lessons simply because I’m so used to just talking. Even when there is no one to talk to I don’t work, out of a habit garnered over the last few years. I just sit and update my list of ‘films I want to watch’ in my planner. I enjoy English lessons, but that’s about it.
Tuesday and Wednesday I work for an hour and a half serving food and washing up at an old peoples home. Strange thing is, after this is the only time when I feel like a real person, like I’m actually spending my time doing something worthwhile. I’d like to say that this is because I feel like I’m helping people, but it is more likely that this is just because I’m getting paid for it.
Friday nights I go out with my friends to a field, street, or if we’re lucky a house to get drunk and stoned. For a little while this was all I lived for, but after nearly 3 years of drinking the fun has worn off. My friends are perfectly happy because they’re relatively new to it, they can be happy just because they’re drunk.
In my free time, I post on here and watch movies. I work out occasionally, and play a few video games.
That is my life, in its entirety. You notice anything wrong with it?
I have no goal in life at all. My current plan is ‘well, it’d be quite nice to write books for a living’. But I don’t believe that I’m good enough. School and life have taught me one thing – never think that you’re ever going to be the best, because there is always someone better than you.
No religion, because science says it is impossible. Yet I hate the idea of science, because the basic idea of science is that we are all just the byproduct of a group of cells living together. That makes me feel…like just another part of life, instead of life itself. If that makes any sense.
I have nothing to inspire me. No broken home, no near fatal accident, no disease. I don’t know one person that has died. I’ve never done anything worth writing about, basically.
And in life, you should either do something worth writing or write something worth reading, I guess.
The point of this post? There is none. I can’t tell you how to live your life, because I don’t know anything about life. My emotions are so young, and so barely used, that I cannot begin to understand all of your challenging lives.
I am part of a species that has evolved so far that some members of it no longer need expericence any emotion.
I don’t feel anything.
---
I was just reading Grixes ‘I’m scared crapless’ post, and I realized something. I would have posted it in there, but I don’t want to be overshadowed my Mr. Thraves.
I believe in nothing. My body is just a shelter for a mind that doesn’t particularly want anything. I am a waste of a human being.
What is my life? Well, it basically consists of routine. I go to school 5 days a week, and do as little as possible in lessons simply because I’m so used to just talking. Even when there is no one to talk to I don’t work, out of a habit garnered over the last few years. I just sit and update my list of ‘films I want to watch’ in my planner. I enjoy English lessons, but that’s about it.
Tuesday and Wednesday I work for an hour and a half serving food and washing up at an old peoples home. Strange thing is, after this is the only time when I feel like a real person, like I’m actually spending my time doing something worthwhile. I’d like to say that this is because I feel like I’m helping people, but it is more likely that this is just because I’m getting paid for it.
Friday nights I go out with my friends to a field, street, or if we’re lucky a house to get drunk and stoned. For a little while this was all I lived for, but after nearly 3 years of drinking the fun has worn off. My friends are perfectly happy because they’re relatively new to it, they can be happy just because they’re drunk.
In my free time, I post on here and watch movies. I work out occasionally, and play a few video games.
That is my life, in its entirety. You notice anything wrong with it?
I have no goal in life at all. My current plan is ‘well, it’d be quite nice to write books for a living’. But I don’t believe that I’m good enough. School and life have taught me one thing – never think that you’re ever going to be the best, because there is always someone better than you.
No religion, because science says it is impossible. Yet I hate the idea of science, because the basic idea of science is that we are all just the byproduct of a group of cells living together. That makes me feel…like just another part of life, instead of life itself. If that makes any sense.
I have nothing to inspire me. No broken home, no near fatal accident, no disease. I don’t know one person that has died. I’ve never done anything worth writing about, basically.
And in life, you should either do something worth writing or write something worth reading, I guess.
The point of this post? There is none. I can’t tell you how to live your life, because I don’t know anything about life. My emotions are so young, and so barely used, that I cannot begin to understand all of your challenging lives.
I am part of a species that has evolved so far that some members of it no longer need expericence any emotion.
I don’t feel anything.