Limits give me something to work towards... if I have everything at my fingertips, and didn't feel I earned it... I become aimless, depressed, and bored. Then I throw the proverbial dart and absorb myself in some game. Maybe shopping. Doesn't matter if I don't need it, is it cool? Sweet, toss it in the cart. Pizza ordered every night, and morning, and sometime in the middle of the day. Pizza on speed-dial.
When I get down to Texas, I'm limiting my videogaming time, and forcing myself to follow a hygiene and housework and exercise schedule to earn it from there. Perhaps it is unfortunate that, due to how this season turned out (horribly), I will very likely have to get a job. Or maybe it's fortune smiling upon me by telling me to get out of my depression by having something more to worry about than how I look each day (passable, if only just
).
Doesn't matter. It's part and parcel to the living experience. Without some resemblance of hardship in life, I wouldn't have proper appreciation for the good things in it. I need my pain, Kirk style. Sure, it's cool and shit to be rid of money... but even then, we are still limited by resources (oftentimes which we did not secure ourselves), and it still would not do to be inordinately selfish regarding them. Without that limit, we are given to whatever petty frivolous impulse occurs to us (example, Rhythm blasting his money out of a cannon simply because he can and explosions are fun, or Violet buying sixteen lawnmowers and hiring leo-rcc to make them into robots hell bent on killing each other).
"Hell, why not?"
No answer forthcoming.
"That's what I thought, now you take those panties and smack yourself in the face with them! What the fuck do you think I'm paying you for?!"
Living is a team game. Some people will hardcore troll you, many people just aren't very good at it, and sometimes life just outplays you. So what: carry harder.
When I get down to Texas, I'm limiting my videogaming time, and forcing myself to follow a hygiene and housework and exercise schedule to earn it from there. Perhaps it is unfortunate that, due to how this season turned out (horribly), I will very likely have to get a job. Or maybe it's fortune smiling upon me by telling me to get out of my depression by having something more to worry about than how I look each day (passable, if only just
).Doesn't matter. It's part and parcel to the living experience. Without some resemblance of hardship in life, I wouldn't have proper appreciation for the good things in it. I need my pain, Kirk style. Sure, it's cool and shit to be rid of money... but even then, we are still limited by resources (oftentimes which we did not secure ourselves), and it still would not do to be inordinately selfish regarding them. Without that limit, we are given to whatever petty frivolous impulse occurs to us (example, Rhythm blasting his money out of a cannon simply because he can and explosions are fun, or Violet buying sixteen lawnmowers and hiring leo-rcc to make them into robots hell bent on killing each other).
"Hell, why not?"
No answer forthcoming.
"That's what I thought, now you take those panties and smack yourself in the face with them! What the fuck do you think I'm paying you for?!"
Living is a team game. Some people will hardcore troll you, many people just aren't very good at it, and sometimes life just outplays you. So what: carry harder.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day
