could it be that i dont have what it takes?
days merge with weeks, which in turn, mesh with months. on the upside, soon i will be done with all this. on the other hand, life is passing me by. yesterday; i was still in highschool - trudging the halls, enduring the taunts and tiresome repetition of tedium. today; i suffer through my twenties, working every second im awake, and studying when half awake. [who needs sleep anyway.] tomorrow; il be dead.
frigid air assaults my skin when i step into winter, outside. its is cold. my heart has frozen. i lack warmth. there is no love in my heart for this life i lead. there is no passion for the tasks i perform. there is nothing but frustration, pain. and the bitter cold.
i imagine the scarf around my neck to be the loving caress of a hangman's noose. soon, the world around me will flicker and fade. soon, the ground will drop away from beneath my feet. soon there will be nothing but absolute silence. golden, in its tranquillity - i will suspend the suffering into eternity.
time remains elusive. space, a delusion. my downward spiral continues into infinity. round and round it goes - where it stops, nobody knows.
and i am yet to experience happiness.
Labels: morbidity
posted by AristoNeeks | 11:03 am
I'll let you in on a little secret.
When I get depressed, I like to put on a happy CD--something by Tom Jones or Pat Boone, for example--and dance around my house wearing a cape and tap shoes. No kind of sadness can stand up to the awesome power of freeform jazz-tap dancing. If all else fails, there's always Journey's "Don't Stop Believing." That song is so uplifting it has been known to cure depression in drug-addicted lab rats.
heavy, man...
personally i find ice-cream helps when i feel like that.
Poetic. Eternity is only as long as you let it be. Happiness is only what you will let it be. Time is relative to everything that you do, and to all things there is an end. Don't let it end before it has even had a chance to begin.
er, il keep that in mind, morb..
^_^ the mental image alone is enough to make me smile..
my dear redfox, consumption of copious amounts of sugar wil make me break out in acne acres and expand my waistline..
that just leads to a different kind of depression..
let's not go there.
beloved nameless one, ...
touche.
Neko, chocolate is a natural anti-depressant. Give it a try!
And a waist is a terrible thing to mind.
I'll be nasty and say that you wouldn't know depression if it kicked you in the groin.
Doctor Bob's failproof methods for fixing a day, that has you feeling down.
1)When you feel this way, immediately change your surroundings.
2) Take a walk, kick a dog, or better yet, a homeless person . Preferably, one who can't run fast enough to catch you and retaliate.
3) Dine and dash. An exhilarating feeling, but only if you don't get caught and beaten up, by a cleaver wielding cook, wearing a grease stained apron, and muttering in some chinese dialect. Remember to take hair spray, to disable the video camera, and wear a wig.
4)Cheap meaningless sex also works. Despite what the religious wackos think, the rush of endorphins from a bizarre sexual encounter, is incredible, and worth being ostracized(or is it ostrich-sized)from their local church congregation. At least it seems to,for the Catholic Priests.
5) Find someone who is feeling worse than you are today, and give them a bunch of cliches, about how things are never as bad as they seem, and can only get better.
hey neko! are you still in maftown?
who are all these anon people? ... ...
the voices in my head are tormenting me..
thanks, badger bob.. er, il try to keep that in mind.
hi, arc. yes, alas. il be here forever, no opportunity for escape has presented itself as yet.
onwards and upwards, i guess.
I think the anonymous posters are folks lacking the creativity to come up with a sweet blogger name. I can't really give them a hard time about it, though. I bought the name morbid misanthrope from a level 63 wizard at a comic book store.
By the way, this sort of post reminds me of philosophy. And if philosophy reminds me of anything it's humor.
I know telling jokes is really badgerbob's thing, but here's one I've always liked. It just seems apropos.
Descartes is sitting in a bar, having a drink. The bartender asks him if he would like another. "I think not," he says and vanishes in a puff of logic.
Zing!
lvl 63? i suppose he had some time to think about the name then.
but, how much was the name bought for, morb? your immortal soul? all the brown m&m's he could eat? a date?
Cogito ergo sum, crazy ole rene.. heh heh heh
**giggles to self**
neko -- His business card said level 63, but wizards always lie about that sort of thing.
I bought the name for three dollars, half a red potion, and a written promise not to kick his ass and stick his pointy hat up his, er, nose. I think I got a good price; my bartering skills were apparently at a higher level than his.
i find lore and diplomacy are better skills to have.
No worries! Think happy thoughts, play good music, watch a cool movie, chat to a good friend, have a margarita and nice long hot bath. It always helps me???
hey, wendy,
next time im in the cape, will you take me for one of these margarita's you speak of?
also, the hangouts you mention (on your blog) sound fascinating. directions?