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I often find myself disscussing the possibilities of existance with a few friends.
Some of us have startling different veiws on the subject.
One in particular always makes me feel as though there is little hope for us as a species.
Let's just call him "M."
He seriously thinks that all of life is utterly pointless.
Nothing really exists and no one is ever truely alive. He refuses to search for answers to anything, as understanding is a futile endeavor.
Nothing is made to make sense, according to M, and that everytime you find any answer, it's complicated with a thousand more questions.
He sees no beauty in life, only chaos. He seems to feel no love for much of anything, just contempt and loathing.
Bored almost to tears when no one is around, he is constantly searching for companionship. He is overly competitive, which then drives people away.
His negativity is heart-breaking. So many times have he and I sat and conversed about these things. I wish I could get through to him.
The walls around him are so high that climbing them is almost not worth the effort, yet I continue to scale.
One day I hope to show him something new and awe-inspiring. Anything to give him some purpose in life other than copulation.
Hell, I'm not even sure he can enjoy sex. He has no trust or love for any woman.
Now, I understand that many women can be untrustworthy, but he won't give any a chance to prove otherwise.
As much as I might want to, I cannot abandon my friend, so I will continue to push him away from his personal darkness and into the light of personal discovery.
Welcome to the head of one who has no head.
I love my city. The insane drivers, the constantly growing crime rate.
My neighborhood has recently accounted for 90% of all the break-ins in Columbus!
I feel as though that should be an accomplishment...
I love my car. My '95 Civic with one Chevy headlight that points at the trees and the one regular light whose dim setting no longer works, so i have to drive with my brights on.
(people love me for that!) It's wobbly wheel and it's shot suspension.
Hell, my car recently became another victim of our rising break-ins, even though all they got was my MP3 player.
(that made me laugh hysterically.)
I love my job. ...oh wait, I don't have one of those. My bad.
I've been to numerous staffing and temp agencies, not hearing back from any of them for days, and they only seem to call when I'm sleeping.
(where the hell are all the third shift jobs anymore?)
I love people. Backstabbing, conniving, scheming, selfish people.
Now I know full well that not everyone is this way, but too many are. Only coming to some one when they wany something.
That's why I tend to stick to myself, because I know that I'll do the same thing, but I don't want to so I'll keep myself from situations where that would happen.
(Most of the time, it works.)
Um... Yeah. That's all I have to say about that.
