Hello World

…it doesn’t matter who you are. It doesn’t matter what you do. You can struggle your entire life to make something of yourself but it’s part of being human to get used to things and then all those accomplishments just become mediocre parts of life. No matter how happy people pretend to be, we’re all wallowing in some measure of self pity and loathing wondering why we can’t be better. What did we do wrong? What is wrong with us? We are human beings. We are born, we live, and then we die.

And then what are we? Memories to those who care enough about us. Dust to those that don’t. This is not cynicism or melo-drama or pessimism or being negative. This is the truth. It’s sad and it’s tragic and even heart breaking. But what can we do about it?

…because an immediate session of interrogation begins. Why would you do that? Who is this person? I think she’s your girlfriend and you just don’t know it.

Look. It’s my fucking brain and body. I do things cuz I feel like it. That person is whoever I say they are and nothing more. Not every female I hang out with is my girlfriend. End of fucking story.