While I, being the emotional supernova that I am, seem to be, I am not permanently unhappy. There are slight points in time where the bad things fade. While other than during sex or being stimulated by a euphoriant, I am not usually particularly happy, I am not always unhappy either. I have a very strong emotional....thing...whatever you call it. Perhaps I just think too much, but still the questions keep coming. Such as why are so many people happy when they have no reason to be, while I have no reason to be unhappy (sometimes) yet I am. Emotions are not stimulated by lifes occurences, but by chemical balances and "Whoremoans" of the brain. Perhaps my shit's on the fritz because I am still somewhat of an adolescent, I would really like to know why the non existant gOD decided to make my dopamine and seratonin glands so fucked up. Also, why do people go on living. Anyone with a brain knows that eventually nothing will mean anything and everything will be nothing and we will all be dead and forgotten and everything weve worked for wont mean a gODDAMNED thing. Why live. Just die. :)
― Z, Wednesday, 25 December 2002 20:24 (twenty-three years ago)
You seem to be somewhat disturbed "Z". My advice is lay off of the hard drugs, go get some pussy (asuming you are male), pick up a hobby, eat some Paxil, watch some TV, read a book, talk to a psyche, and get a labotomy. Im joking. Honestly though, you sound like you need to vent some frustrations. Pick up some form of art in which you can express yourself accordingly. Try music.
― Alphamega-O, Wednesday, 25 December 2002 20:28 (twenty-three years ago)
Thank you for the reply. Lets start from the top...
1: I am very much so disturbed, amd proud to be so. Although I find myself perfectly normal because I have lived my life and know why I am the way I am, others have not seen what my eyes have, therefor they do not understand the inspiration of my words and actions.
2: I will not lay off of the hard drugs (yet?) I still have areas of my brain that I wish to decay. I do appriciate the concern though.
3: I am male and the females in my area arent worth fucking even if they would give it up to a fucker like myself.
4: I have several hobbys
5: I have a perscription for paxil as well as other drugs in the field. I am currently supposed to be on 15 MGs but usually I take more. Still it does nothing but create difficulty achieving erection and orgasm. It also gives me gas sometimes. Nasty I know. I will probably stop taking them soon if progress doesnt show.
6: I hate TV and just read Tales From the Dark Tower by Joseph Vargo
7: I hate my psycho analyst. My nurologist is convinced I am insane. I think that she is. She acts like she drinks more Robotussin then I do.
8: A labotomy would be nice.
9: Art is my life and I am currently Mixing my "Debut" album appropriately entitled "The Presence Without a Name" If you are interested which Im sure you arent, look for it around April.
― Z, Wednesday, 25 December 2002 20:36 (twenty-three years ago)
two weeks pass...
three weeks pass...
Was that ironic? Or was the previous reply ironic? I'm off to eat some crisps...
― face_like_a_slapped_arse_uk, Thursday, 6 February 2003 21:54 (twenty-three years ago)