Monday, May 5, 2014

Step Eight: The Silly Hat Club

I was just told that life is about doing things you don’t want to do. What the fuck kind of outlook on life is that? And from a man no less. That’s the kind of argument a rapist makes to the girl who turned him down at the bar. Fuckin’ incredible. What kind of shit are people being fed these days? I’m not even mad at the guy. If anything I’m sad for him. This poor man lives to work. Who the fuck decided what life is about? Not a single fuckin’ one of us deserve that kind of privilege.

The cycle always goes like this: When you’re a kid you’re supposed to enjoy being a kid. No responsibilities, just making friends and having fun. When you’re a teenager, you’re supposed to be a little reckless and learn from your mistakes. You get a little older and go for drinks with your friends, and soon after that you’ve got a career set for yourself and the hardest part is making sure your budget stays balanced. At least, that’s what you’re told. You’re lead to believe that one day, all of your worldly experiences will lead to a midlife where you’ve got a decent house with equally decent company.

But how often does it actually work out like that? Chances are your parents are divorced or just plain crazy. They made your childhood miserable, especially if you’re an only child or the oldest sibling. Being a teen was full of more angst than necessary and by the time you got away from you restricting life at home, you exploded into a hurricane of even more bad decisions. Maybe you tattooed your face, or failed school just to spite your family. Maybe you developed a habit to forget. Now you’re 28, you’ve been living on your best friends couch and working a dead end job. By this time your future is set. Your life will continue to be as mediocre as it is now.


Life isn’t about doing things you don’t want to do. That’s the kind of attitude you’re conditioned to have. Sometimes you do have to do some trivial bullshit to get ahead, but that’s not what it’s all about. Enjoy yourself sometime. You’d be a lot more pleasant to talk to.

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