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I'm just in an incredibly awesome mood today so I wanted to just list a few things that make me happy; 1. Brittany Murphy movies, I just love her to death!! She is soo beautiful and funny and goofy! I just wanna pretend she's cotton candy. Fave Brit movies a. Just Married b. Little Black Book c. Uptown Girls d. Girl,Interrupted 2. Great weather just generally makes me feel good 3. Riding the bike in said great weather 4. South Park 5. A good workout 6. Friends who really care and don't just pretend 7. A great peanut butter and jelly sandwich with about 3/4 inch of PB!!! 8. All of these things in the same day!!!!! 9. Buckeye game 10. Notre Dame being absolutely horrible!!! ;) 11. The baseball playoffs are really close 12. ICP tickets for Oct. 30th 13. Oct. 13th party for Angie's B-day 14. Roosters 15. "Sunshine...on my shoulders makes me happy" randomly singing John Denver songs 16. Charles Darwin 17. Richard Dawkins 18. currently reading "God is Not Great" by Christopher Hitchens 19. I really miss Sarah Michelle Gellar on TV!! 20. I would sell my non-existant soul to keep this mood!!!! Tags: a better day than normal Current Mood: chipper Current Music: Cartman singing "I am the Dog, the big bad Dog"
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I really felt the need to put this down. I usually only write here when I'm either really happy or really depressed. Luckily I haven't been suffering too much on the depression thing. I just finished reading the greatest book ever written and a passage in it has just struck me as one of the most important things I've ever read. So I just have to share it. Now I know that no one actually reads but I really feel the need to share to anyone who may. The passage is from "The God Delusion" by Richard Dawkins "..I tried to convey how lucky we are to be alive, given that the vast majority of people who could potentially be thrown up by the combinational lottery of DNA will in fact never be born. For those of us lucky enough to be here, I pictured the reletive brevity of life by imagining a laser-thin spotlight creeping along a gigantic ruler of time. Everything before or after the spotlight is shrouded in the darkness of the past, or the darkness of the unknown future. We are staggeringly lucky to find ourselves in the spotlight. However brief our time in the sun, if we waste a second of it, or complain that it is dull or barren or boring, couldn't this be seen as a callous insult to the unborn trillions who will never even be offered life in the first place? As many atheists have said better than me, the knowledge that we have only one life should make it all the more precious. The atheist view is correspondingly life-affirming and life- enhancing, while at the same time never being tainted with self-delusion, wishful thinking, or the whingeing self-pity of those who feel that life owes them something." That passage just seemed to stand out and punch me in the face and tell me that I have been wasting my life at times. I complain a lot about being unimportant or without a reason, or bored, and I cannot do this anymore. Life is precious! My life is precious! I love my friends and family and from this point on I vow to do better as a person and to treat every moment like it is the most important time in my life! Current Mood: excited
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I feel like shit today. Not that it matters. Why is life full of cruel and ironic twists? Is it better to put up a facade of happiness when you're not? Or to try and just accept reality no matter how much you don't like it? I don't want to bring others down to where I am, they don't deserve that.
I have come to the conclusion that happiness is something only attained in fairy tales. Just when you THINK you're happy, you get sucker punched in the gut into a reality check. Maybe my expectations are too high? Or maybe I have too much free time on my hands? Maybe I'm tired of this freaking weather and I'm dying to get out on my bike where I can be happy and care free?
It may be my OCD or something, but when I take a pencil and paper and do the equation that is my life I really SHOULD be happy, but why aren't I? I am a very lucky guy and I do appreciate everything I have. I have a great wife, and a couple great friends and people who love me. I have a nice home and reliable transportation. I have a reliable job. It doesn't really satisfy me, but it pays the bills. I have no reason to be so depressed all the time. But I am.
I feel like shit about a certain topic I don't wish to discuss also. It's kind of a guilt that is inside me that I can't get rid of. It's only me, it has nothing to do with anyone else. No one can fix it. I don't even think guilt is the right word either. I just have a feeling in my gut that I just shouldn't have. I have talked to myself about it numerous times and for a while my head wins out. I really am a common sense kinda guy. Everything in my life has to fit into a nice neat mathematical formula as to where it belongs. Hence my atheism. So why is it that sometimes 1+1=3? I can't fix it. It's like a virus and every time I think it's fixed, WHAM 3 is right there.
I am a good person, really I am. I would never ever ever intentionally hurt anyone. Not even just friends and family, I wouldn't hurt anyone on purpose. So is my guilty conscience what is adding up to 3? I haven't done anything to make myself feel this way. I have nothing to be guilty of. Yet in the pit of my stomach I feel like I'm the world's biggest asshole. What can I do to fix it?
I have a horrible tendency to dwell on things that I shouldn't. Isn't there a saying about idle hands are a tool of the devil? Not that I believe in the devil but I understand where that comes from. When I'm here alone in the quiet that is my being I tend to over analyze things and make everything out to be worse than it really is.
Maybe I should join the gym just to get out of my house before I drive myself insane. I swear I never used to be like this. I want it to just go away. It hurts. I am so full of love that I think it is killing me. Isn't that selfish of me to think that I give a lot more love than I receive? God I'm a horrible person, how self centered is that. I dislike myself more and more when I dig into my own thoughts. There really is something wrong with me. I better stop now before I discover that maybe I'm not the nice guy I thought I was.
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