Bills, responsibilities, humanity.
I have bills. Car payments, cable, net, Netflix, food, cigarettes and more. Damn I have bills. But ya know what? I love 'em. Years ago I had a free ride due to a less than A+ girlfriend and an idiotic mother. At first I thought I'd love it to go back to that, and on some level I believe people want an easy, free ride like life. But now? Meh. I like going to my job and earning my .1 cent a day. It makes me fucking happy.
Me+responsible... boy oh boy. I was always responsible, but for my own survival. I did what I had to do to get what I needed, or more often wanted, out of everybody. Now, I'm responsible for 4 life forms. My dog, cat, ferret and guinea pig. I'm also responsible in making sure I'm not a complete fuckbag to my girlfriend. I've always thought I'd be good in a responsibility role, and as fire is hot I actually am. Fucking A!
Humanity never mixed well with me. I don't understand why people feel the way they do in most situations. But I fake it till I make it, and I've made it this far. In a journey that we call life I've made it to a point where I'm actually, genuinely, content.
Next step: satisfied. I don't want to aim for happiness because I feel like life will always have something to throw that off with. Satisfaction, in definition to me, is moments of happiness that can't be turned bad by anybody or anything. And while short and far between, those moments enable me to keep going along a treacherous path filled with bullshit and missteps.
Funny. I'm using the same approach I did 5 years ago but actually turning negative into productive and rage into action. Productive action, neat trick, huh?
I have bills. Car payments, cable, net, Netflix, food, cigarettes and more. Damn I have bills. But ya know what? I love 'em. Years ago I had a free ride due to a less than A+ girlfriend and an idiotic mother. At first I thought I'd love it to go back to that, and on some level I believe people want an easy, free ride like life. But now? Meh. I like going to my job and earning my .1 cent a day. It makes me fucking happy.
Me+responsible... boy oh boy. I was always responsible, but for my own survival. I did what I had to do to get what I needed, or more often wanted, out of everybody. Now, I'm responsible for 4 life forms. My dog, cat, ferret and guinea pig. I'm also responsible in making sure I'm not a complete fuckbag to my girlfriend. I've always thought I'd be good in a responsibility role, and as fire is hot I actually am. Fucking A!
Humanity never mixed well with me. I don't understand why people feel the way they do in most situations. But I fake it till I make it, and I've made it this far. In a journey that we call life I've made it to a point where I'm actually, genuinely, content.
Next step: satisfied. I don't want to aim for happiness because I feel like life will always have something to throw that off with. Satisfaction, in definition to me, is moments of happiness that can't be turned bad by anybody or anything. And while short and far between, those moments enable me to keep going along a treacherous path filled with bullshit and missteps.
Funny. I'm using the same approach I did 5 years ago but actually turning negative into productive and rage into action. Productive action, neat trick, huh?
