Vix_Sundown
Shared on Tue, 03/01/2011 - 18:16
And now for something more introspective, more personal. More whiny. This is what I think about when the word "Blog" comes to mind. Moody people complaining for no reason about how shitty their lives are, when they actually have it pretty good. Just feeling sorry for themselves.
Of course, some people really do have it bad. And use their blog to vent. Me, I've got it good. I'm just feeling down. My head ain't right. I don't know why.
Feeling lonely. Been thinking about death a lot lately. Not suicidally or anything like that. (-Editor: That's a relief! -Vix: 'Editor?' Who the hell are you? Go away! –Editor: I'm not going away. You need me here, to help correct all the crummy stuff you write. –Vix: How dare you! I don't write 'crummy' stuff. My writing is awesome. Hell, this is Oscar-worthy, material! –Editor: Give me a break, will ya? It's shit. You know it, and I know it. – Vix: You're the one who is full of shit! – Editor: You realize you are talking to yourself, don't you? – Vix: Er, uh... – Editor: What was that? You were sort of trailing off there. – Vix: Shut up.)
Anyway, thinking about death. Wondering what's going to happen to this screwy human race. We're getting more overpopulated than ever. Trashing our world. What kind of future will my kids have? Or their kids? It just kind of sucks. We'll drain all the world's oil dry, cut down all the trees and turn it all into farmland and shopping malls. Wait until the whole world is turned into one giant, polluted farm to feed the churning mass of unemployed, starving, humanity, and only then realize, "Gee. Maybe we should have done something different?"
I guess that's someone else's problem.
Feeling down about my mom. Went and saw a shrink. Imagine that. I never thought I would need help, but there you go. She told me to "meditate". What the hell? Meditate.
What do you know? Billy Joel is playing on the radio. "I love you just the way you are." Thanks, Billy. (Seriously. I didn't make that up.)
My mom. What a fucked up individual. Why does that woman have the hold on me that she does? I'm years away from the things she did to me, yet I can't escape them. Nothing is ever resolved. Will I be a better dad than the crummy parent she was (and is)? I already scream at my kids sometimes. Ignore them sometimes. Don't play with them enough. What's wrong with me? Good god, I don't want to be like her! And here I am, afraid I'm going down that road.
I need some exercise. A good jog. If there were a soundtrack to my life, it would be by Daft Punk. The Tron theme of The Grid would kick in, like something great is about to happen. Then Derezzed. Then we move on to Robot Rock, Crescendolls, and Superheroes. Finally, we end with Flynn Lives.
Will my dreams every come true? (That's the kind of stuff you are supposed to write on blogs.) I'm in a funk. A Daft Punk funk. Most music I hear sounds depressing to me.
I don't always feel this way. It's rare that I feel sad. I'm usually happy. I don't know what's up with me.
I'm on the road. I miss my family. Sleeping alone tonight.
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