Bodzilla
October 11th, 2007, 04:15 AM
I was just cruising around Redvsblue when a fella in my friends list made this journal.
Stuck?:
Are you stuck in a pointless, repetitive cycle that seems to be gnawing at your very existence? Your brain becoming a milky white paste of burnt out ideas, thoughts and beliefs? The back of your eyes exploding like a thousand twinkies being stepped on at once?
I know there has been a little ferret chewing on my brain the last couple of weeks. Lord knows I have tried to set him free with the wild beasts of the wild. I even offered him his choice of cushion from my cushion tree, but at alas, alas, he did not leave. What will it take to get rid of this creature, this feeling, this emotion/physical/mental/pyschological/metaphysical/Cosmic being that is covering my soul and possibly yours?
1) Alcohol.
The Uni lifestyle basically dictates that one must attend every possible lecture as ripped as can be because we know the lecturer himself will be holding himself up on his podium because he is doing something that gives him no joy other than a paycheck. Alcohol is the boredom breaker. We spend way too much time and money on alcohol. It has it's benefits. Apart from playing the field and enticing women to the bedroom, there is the side that gives one the ability to anything that isn't stapled to the floor. But is alcohol the cure for this beast? No. Alcohol is nothing more than an innocent bystander holding out a sign saying I'm good for your soul, body and sex life.
Enticing but nothing fulfilling.
2) Drugs.
The Lord Jesus Christ be with you always as he rids away on the back of the dragon thingy from the Never Ending Story, leaving in his wake candy, dreams and fluffy items. Drugs show us some amazing things. I'm not talking about the bullshit speed and ekkies that make life seem like an absolute buzz. I'm talking about the drugs that leave you after 12 hours saying to yourself and the Indian backpacker you just met on a train to Darwin "What the fuck was that?" But again, is this a solution to the degenerate that is mounting your soul? No. It may shed some light into what you are feeling and who you are, but will do nothing more than show you more ways you can fuck up.
Eye opening, but confusing.
3) Sex.
.... Maybe. No wait. This shit can fuck you up in more than one. Think about it.
Conclusion:
Well... personally I don't have a solution for what you need to do with your life. I mean there are very many different ways we can go. I have yet to pull this creature off me and stop it from skullfucking me anymore. I have gone down the paths, many of which have just led me to more paths filled with more Sex Bystanders with Alcohol and Indian Backpackers with LSD. Nothing that seems possible happens. Everything that you would love to see happen just goes down another forest path filled with rapists, killers and White Rappers. NO ONE IS SAFE.
So what am I saying? Fuck if I know. I would love for someone to explain it to me. But why? Why do people need things explained to them? Shouldn't it be clear enough? Should the goal of a nice house, nice job, wife with nice tits, holding a jug of beer, above her head, while she... *ahem* shouldn't this goal be clear and easy to attain? NO! NO FUCKING WAY! Why? Because where the fuck is the fun in that?
This has been Josh.
Fucking with your heads.
Stuck?:
Are you stuck in a pointless, repetitive cycle that seems to be gnawing at your very existence? Your brain becoming a milky white paste of burnt out ideas, thoughts and beliefs? The back of your eyes exploding like a thousand twinkies being stepped on at once?
I know there has been a little ferret chewing on my brain the last couple of weeks. Lord knows I have tried to set him free with the wild beasts of the wild. I even offered him his choice of cushion from my cushion tree, but at alas, alas, he did not leave. What will it take to get rid of this creature, this feeling, this emotion/physical/mental/pyschological/metaphysical/Cosmic being that is covering my soul and possibly yours?
1) Alcohol.
The Uni lifestyle basically dictates that one must attend every possible lecture as ripped as can be because we know the lecturer himself will be holding himself up on his podium because he is doing something that gives him no joy other than a paycheck. Alcohol is the boredom breaker. We spend way too much time and money on alcohol. It has it's benefits. Apart from playing the field and enticing women to the bedroom, there is the side that gives one the ability to anything that isn't stapled to the floor. But is alcohol the cure for this beast? No. Alcohol is nothing more than an innocent bystander holding out a sign saying I'm good for your soul, body and sex life.
Enticing but nothing fulfilling.
2) Drugs.
The Lord Jesus Christ be with you always as he rids away on the back of the dragon thingy from the Never Ending Story, leaving in his wake candy, dreams and fluffy items. Drugs show us some amazing things. I'm not talking about the bullshit speed and ekkies that make life seem like an absolute buzz. I'm talking about the drugs that leave you after 12 hours saying to yourself and the Indian backpacker you just met on a train to Darwin "What the fuck was that?" But again, is this a solution to the degenerate that is mounting your soul? No. It may shed some light into what you are feeling and who you are, but will do nothing more than show you more ways you can fuck up.
Eye opening, but confusing.
3) Sex.
.... Maybe. No wait. This shit can fuck you up in more than one. Think about it.
Conclusion:
Well... personally I don't have a solution for what you need to do with your life. I mean there are very many different ways we can go. I have yet to pull this creature off me and stop it from skullfucking me anymore. I have gone down the paths, many of which have just led me to more paths filled with more Sex Bystanders with Alcohol and Indian Backpackers with LSD. Nothing that seems possible happens. Everything that you would love to see happen just goes down another forest path filled with rapists, killers and White Rappers. NO ONE IS SAFE.
So what am I saying? Fuck if I know. I would love for someone to explain it to me. But why? Why do people need things explained to them? Shouldn't it be clear enough? Should the goal of a nice house, nice job, wife with nice tits, holding a jug of beer, above her head, while she... *ahem* shouldn't this goal be clear and easy to attain? NO! NO FUCKING WAY! Why? Because where the fuck is the fun in that?
This has been Josh.
Fucking with your heads.