Blogs make me laugh. I dont know why I even bother writing them.
I just read them back to myself a week later, and I sound like a pretentious up-my-own-arse twat.
Thats probably because I am a pretentious up-my-own-arse twat, but I dont mean to be.
Maybe its a kind of learning process. I look back, and as such learn and become a better person.
Thats what people say, isn't it? Every experience is a good experience. What doesnt kill you makes you stronger.
I dont think so. I think a lot of experiences are purely just to fuck you up. They're unfair, pointless and a waste of time. Sometimes you come out of things a weaker person. I have.
I've became anxious, and questioning myself in things that I would usually just ignorantly rush into, and come out the other side fine.
Now I just guess I'm too wise. But not wise enough.
Life's a bitch ass circle. Why can't I just be as wise a Stephen Fry?
Monday, 21 December 2009
Saturday, 5 December 2009
The Importance Of Being Conor
Time not spent wasted is time wasted?
I fucking love getting wankered. The hilarity of it. When for some reason your mind just fucks off and leaves the body to fend for itself.
The body struggles, of course it does, and you end up wobbling around, speaking one word sentences (iwoodrellywansomfrosties) and whenever some flat surface shows itself (bed, sofa, floor), like a magnet it will drag you towards it, and getting back up is nigh on improbable.
Obviously there are a few more amusing side effects to alcohol, but thats all I can think of at the moment.
But the feeling I get from alcohol, is purity. I feel totally at ease with myself. Not under pressure to do something with myself. Not bogged down by overthinking too much. Not frightened with the prospect of only one more christmas in my own home.
Just purely fucking wankered.
Kinda the same feeling when I'm playing Modern Warfare 2. Theres no meaning to it, and therefore theres no reason to think so hard. You just kill the opposing team. If you win, then go you, if you lose, then you move on.
Same with drinkin. Theres no meaning. You drink, you get drunk. Its fun.
Then why can't life be like that? Instead theres too much meaning.
Too many things to do.
Why cant we just live for fun?
Why is there so much stress, and pain, and whatever else there is that fucks us over?
Im gonna go watch Fast and Furious.
I fucking love getting wankered. The hilarity of it. When for some reason your mind just fucks off and leaves the body to fend for itself.
The body struggles, of course it does, and you end up wobbling around, speaking one word sentences (iwoodrellywansomfrosties) and whenever some flat surface shows itself (bed, sofa, floor), like a magnet it will drag you towards it, and getting back up is nigh on improbable.
Obviously there are a few more amusing side effects to alcohol, but thats all I can think of at the moment.
But the feeling I get from alcohol, is purity. I feel totally at ease with myself. Not under pressure to do something with myself. Not bogged down by overthinking too much. Not frightened with the prospect of only one more christmas in my own home.
Just purely fucking wankered.
Kinda the same feeling when I'm playing Modern Warfare 2. Theres no meaning to it, and therefore theres no reason to think so hard. You just kill the opposing team. If you win, then go you, if you lose, then you move on.
Same with drinkin. Theres no meaning. You drink, you get drunk. Its fun.
Then why can't life be like that? Instead theres too much meaning.
Too many things to do.
Why cant we just live for fun?
Why is there so much stress, and pain, and whatever else there is that fucks us over?
Im gonna go watch Fast and Furious.
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