NationStates Jolt Archive

Seriously, it is. I figured this out a long time ago. Why bother trying? Face it, 90% of people out there aren't going to suceed: they're going to live boring, drab lives; paycheck-to-paycheck, may take a "vacation" every other year or so, and then die. And what do they accomplish? Nothing. Except for the few lucky ones, like doctors and politicians and stuff. But what about the average guy, like myself, born with a plastic spoon in his mouth? At best, I might be able to get some job working in a cubicle for a nameless corporation, and if I'm lucky, retire early and spend the rest of my life just... hanging out. And for what? I dunno, maybe it's me, but for a looong time I've always felt this way. I mean, who cares about having a hot wife and a nice car and a fancy landscaped lawn, when you haven't acomplished anything?

I've spent 15 and a half years living in a bland, middle-class So Cal suburb, and every day is nothing but boredom. Sure, talking with my friends is fun, so is listening to music, and drving and working with cars... and that's it. And that's only 15% of my time. Every other second is spent either

A) Sleep. Dreamless... sleep
B) Eating. But nothing tastes good anymore.
C) School/work. Okay, so I can hang out with my friends for 40 or 50 minutes, and gym is fun, but the other 6 hours is spent preparing me for my nice, long career at a fast food franchise. I'm not smart enough or organized enough to earn a scholarship, and I'm not healthly enough to be that good at sports. I've got nothing to look forward to.

Except music. I love music. Every other minute I'm home I'm listening to music. And reading about driving. Boy, I love driving places. The most fun I've ever had in my life is simply sitting their in my car, cruising the 5 through LA at 75, 80 if I'm lucky. And hearing the road noise. Watching other cars go by. And turning on the radio, listening to 93.1 or 95.5 or 101.1 FM, hoping a good song'll come on, but never does because all there is is advertising.

"Buy this! It'll guaranty you good looks and a healthy physique in a week, or your money back!" If only it were true. But it's not...

All I have to live for is the the sound... of an engine roaring at 5500rpm, and gaining every second... faster, faster. The sound of a masterfully-played guitar solo at some concert in Europe somewhere...

And you know what? Those short, sweet moments... Make everything else worthwhile. :D

Lunatic Goofballs and gentlemen, my thoughts on life- as I know it.

If your not happy with life, its not because life is bland, its because you make it that way. You have to make the effort to do what you like. Life has a lot to offer, you just have to find it.

Come on everyone! Sing it with me now!

"I'VE BECOME SO NUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMBBBBBB!"

Here, have some breakfast.

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How about the living just to spite sheer cussedness of it all? I like that reason.

Seriously though, you can look at life two ways: as a path to destruction, or a chance to take out the unfairness of it all on some arbitrary universal power by being happy.

I'm a big fan of the second.

Life is a fucked up bitch but who cares?? It is not like you have anything better to do. Besides, not even the accomplished ones accomplish anything. Why care though? Life is life and it will always be life, you are not going to do anything by moping on its nature but you can do something by at least trying to reach some pleasure or meet some personal goal. Life while still equalling life is also what you decide to make of it, so make the most.

Why do you have to die accomplishing nothing? There are dozens of ways you can leave your mark on society and be remembered at some level after you're gone. If other people want to waste their lives, that's their choice. But even if my plan to live forever fails miserably, I can still leave a legacy. If I didn't have such a backup, there'd be no reason not to put a bullet in my head now.

And I would seek help for depression. No, seriously.

Let's play 'Guess MrMopar's age'!
I'm picking 14.

Anyone else want to join in?

Winner gets a Marilyn Manson CD, a penknife and some black eyeliner.

Let's play 'Guess MrMopar's age'!
I'm picking 14.

Anyone else want to join in?

Winner gets a Marilyn Manson CD, a penknife and some black eyeliner.
He has to be at least 15.5, he said he has lived in his house for 15.5 years so age>=15.5
I've spent 15 and a half years living in a bland, middle-class So Cal suburb

He has to be at least 15.5, he said he has lived in his house for 15.5 years so age>=15.5
Well, that's even more pathetic.
I went through the whole 'life is just to die' stage when I was 14 and was considered a late-developer for such teen angst.

*hits everyone with fish for not reading the last line*

Young man, don't do this to yourself.

It's all a matter of perspective.

You can sit there, moan, bitch until you turn into a 30-something wage slave who thinks watching paint dry is exciting.

Or you can get out of your comfort zone, take risks. No pain, no gain. Try starting a business, even if you fail you can say to yourself you gave it all you're worth.

Seriously, it is. I figured this out a long time ago. Why bother trying? Face it, 90% of people out there aren't going to suceed: they're going to live boring, drab lives; paycheck-to-paycheck, may take a "vacation" every other year or so, and then die. And what do they accomplish? Nothing.

That depends on what you define as success. I more or less agree with Bob Dylan's definition of success:

"A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do."

Except for the few lucky ones, like doctors and politicians and stuff.

Not all doctors, politicians, lawyers, insurance salesmen, and used car salesmen are successful. They're in the same boat as the rest of us. Those who are successful lose their humanity, soul, etc. and become consumer junkies.

But what about the average guy, like myself, born with a plastic spoon in his mouth? At best, I might be able to get some job working in a cubicle for a nameless corporation, and if I'm lucky, retire early and spend the rest of my life just... hanging out. And for what? I dunno, maybe it's me, but for a looong time I've always felt this way. I mean, who cares about having a hot wife and a nice car and a fancy landscaped lawn, when you haven't acomplished anything?

Well, what do you want to accomplish? Make a tangible list of the things you want to do. Then, do what it takes to get to do what you want to do. Also, keep that list updated and handy to give you the moral endurance you'll need when someone bashes you with the sledgehammer of inferiority.

I've spent 15 and a half years living in a bland, middle-class So Cal suburb, and every day is nothing but boredom. Sure, talking with my friends is fun, so is listening to music, and drving and working with cars... and that's it. And that's only 15% of my time. Every other second is spent either

A) Sleep. Dreamless... sleep
B) Eating. But nothing tastes good anymore.
C) School/work. Okay, so I can hang out with my friends for 40 or 50 minutes, and gym is fun, but the other 6 hours is spent preparing me for my nice, long career at a fast food franchise. I'm not smart enough or organized enough to earn a scholarship, and I'm not healthly enough to be that good at sports. I've got nothing to look forward to.

Look at it this way. You could be blind, deaf, and born a woman in late 19th century America and still do something worthwhile and memorable. (BONUS! Guess the reference! Fabulous prizes to be won!) As long as you live, you have options. Put some time into thinking what your options are and act from there. If anything, adversity prepares you to achieve great things.

Except music. I love music. Every other minute I'm home I'm listening to music. And reading about driving. Boy, I love driving places. The most fun I've ever had in my life is simply sitting their in my car, cruising the 5 through LA at 75, 80 if I'm lucky. And hearing the road noise. Watching other cars go by. And turning on the radio, listening to 93.1 or 95.5 or 101.1 FM, hoping a good song'll come on, but never does because all there is is advertising.

"Buy this! It'll guaranty you good looks and a healthy physique in a week, or your money back!" If only it were true. But it's not...

All I have to live for is the the sound... of an engine roaring at 5500rpm, and gaining every second... faster, faster. The sound of a masterfully-played guitar solo at some concert in Europe somewhere...

And you know what? Those short, sweet moments... Make everything else worthwhile. :D

Absolutely.

That depends on what you define as success. I more or less agree with Bob Dylan's definition of success:

"A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do."

That is quite possibly one of the best definitions I've ever read.

Let's play 'Guess MrMopar's age'!
I'm picking 14.

Anyone else want to join in?

Winner gets a Marilyn Manson CD, a penknife and some black eyeliner.
15. I've said it numerous times. And I *hate* Marilyn Manson and make-up. I don't even like makeup on women.

I just can't stand living in this... suburb. It's sooo boring, and nothing every happens. We're never in the news, never in the paper, and never on the internet. Nothing important ever happens, ever has happened, and I can't even drive myself out of this place. Not for a year or so, at least.

When I do, I'm going to burn rubber until... until I need a new set of tires!

Anywhere is better than here! I live in the fucking middle of nowhere, and yet, right smack-dab between LA and San Diego. Also, I like Almighty America's Bob Dylan quote. Hell, I'm named after him, spend at least an hour a day listening to his work... and he's got a point. And that's exactly the problem. I feel like a slave of the state.

Oh, and you (AA) were talking about Helen Keller, amirite?

*hits everyone with fish for not reading the last line*
You win the prize. Which is nothing.

I feel like a slave of the state.

Oh it sounds like you're a slave to a bit more than that, based on your posts. It sounds like you are a slave to your own visions of grandeur. It sounds like you are a slave to the fact that you miss the wonders in ordinary life. It sounds like you are a slave to your own desires for stimulation in the form of music and cars (two things I happen to love myself).

Fortunately, you don't have to be. The only one keeping you in bondage is you.

*hits everyone with fish for not reading the last line*

QFE

Oh it sounds like you're a slave to a bit more than that, based on your posts. It sounds like you are a slave to your own visions of grandeur. It sounds like you are a slave to the fact that you miss the wonders in ordinary life. It sounds like you are a slave to your own desires for stimulation in the form of music and cars (two things I happen to love myself).

Fortunately, you don't have to be. The only one keeping you in bondage is you.
No, it's all these damn rules and regulations... tying me down. Taxes? Why should I be expected to pay taxes if I live in a commune in the Arizona desert?

No, it's all these damn rules and regulations... tying me down. Taxes? Why should I be expected to pay taxes if I live in a commune in the Arizona desert?

Because you're setting an example that would endanger the existence of the military-industrial complex. That's a big, emphatic, no-no!

QFE
:confused:

QFE = Quoted For Emphasis

QFE = Quoted For Emphasis
Oh, right. Why not QFT? Conform, dammit!

Oh, right. Why not QFT? Conform, dammit!
Never!

Also, I've heard "quite fucking true" as an alt. explanation for QFE.