I woke up this morning with a rather big headache and a spinning room and a blog post I don’t remember posting.
Needless to say I have a hangover.
It’s funny how I don’t remember posting yesterday’s entry, and it made me sick that I focused souly on a stupid car. I could simply delete the post, but in true fashion to the reason why I write, I’ll keep it, and show my negative side to the public.
By negative I mean I’m a big baby right?
I digress.
Yesterday hit me pretty hard Not just because of a stupid car, but because of the bigger picture. Opportunities. I think I just get so bitter and so angry and so depressed at people’s opportunities that they get. I get so any and so depressed that when my opportunities come, and for the most part I blow them.
Anyways, whenever I get into these ruts I always listen to dennis leary.
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"These people with their personal baggage, their Gucci Therapy Luggage that they drag all over everyone else’s feet. (More whining) "My life didn’t turn out the way I thought it would." Hey. Join the club. I thought I was gonna be starting center fielder for the Boston Red Sox. Life sucks. Get a helmet.
Look, you are an alcoholic because you like to drink. You are a junkie because you like to shoot smack. That’s it. Case closed. Final score: Drugs 10 –Belushi 0.
"But I’m just not happy." Hey! (SLAP) HEY! (SLAP) HEY HEY HEY! (BANG SLAP BANG) Nobody is happy! I’m not happy. (Pointing into audience) He’s not happy. She’s not happy, she’s not happy, they’re not happy. This guy is miserable. This is probably the best he ever feels.
Fucked up or fucked over, sober or straight, happiness comes in small doses. The five-second orgasm, the last chocolate chip cookie. You come, you eat it, you sigh, you feel guilty, you fall asleep, you get up in the morning and you go to work. That’s it, folks. Case closed. Final score: Cookie 12 — You 0.
This country needs to sit down and shut up. It’s about time we realized that nobody is happy. Canada’s not happy, Russia’s not happy, China’s not happy. Maybe we’ve all taken the American dream a little bit too far. It was originally supposed to be simple. Freedom of speech and the pursuit of happiness. And happiness meant you built a little cabin, you got a horse, a piece of land and an outhouse in the backyard. That was it. Sure it sucked. But you had freedom of speech so you could complain about it all you wanted. Now we’ve gotten unrealistic. Now we’ve got a new agenda. Freedom of speech doesn’t carry any weight anymore."
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