Stop thinking about her. It’s not healthy. The relationship stopped being healthy a long time ago. She started taking advantage of you. The relationship is over.
Stop fantasizing about the good times. Remember them but don’t forget the bad times either. The bad was really bad. It wasn’t healthy. Thinking about things as they used to be won’t change how they are now.
Start spending time with you. Get to know yourself. Get better acquainted.
Start forming healthy habits.
Don’t give up on love… Please… I know you need it
I have a 9 to 5.
It’s what I’ve always dreamed of.
I feel like I could be doing so much more with myself.
But I sit at this desk
for so long
staring at this screen
still wanting more.
The money is great. But there’s more to life than that.
I feel like I’m wasting my time here.
Break the stake, for what’s at stake,
Release yourself from yourself.
To see what you can make.
I am currently holding much resistance to the subsistence of this existence.
I’m bored with what I’m doing. I find little meaning in it. I’m sure some of you do too. I’m in college, currently working at a major that’s probably not going to help me in the long run. I’m working to get a job that’s probably not going to make me happy in the long run. Furthermore, I’m currently not happy with what I’m doing with my life because I find there’s no meaning to it.
What am I supposed to do?
I have absolutely no idea. Nor do most of us. So what do we do?
We distract ourselves.
Television. Movies. Videogames. Internet forums. Books. Mindless violence. The list continues.
Why do we do it?
Do we find ourselves without purpose? Do we find ourselves without meaning? Are we bored with our lives? I think the answer is obvious:
A wonderfully powerful, and appropriate quote from one of my favorite movies, Fight Club (grabbed from WikiQuotes):
“We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place.
We have no Great War. No Great Depression.
Our great war is a spiritual war.
Our great depression is our lives.
We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires,
and movie gods, and rock stars, but we won’t. We’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.”
The fact is though, most of us aren’t pissed off. We’re disappointed.
Our ancestors suffered through a Great Depression. It was a defining moment. They had to survive to get to the next day. They had wars, they had struggle, they had strife. They worked hard for what they had. I wholeheartedly appreciate what they did for us, but the question now is:
We don’t know. We’re stuck. We’re disappointed because we don’t know what to do, and none of us have the gumption to move forward.
So we distract ourselves.
Pulled from a quick Google search:
~2 Million people are registered users of League of Legends.
~11 Million World of Warcraft users.
You get the point.
So, what do we do now?
Do we move forward? Or do we waste away in front of our computers?
Though I’d hate to think of it as wasting our lives. We’re living the lives we want to.
Where else can you save the world on a regular basis? Where else can you be a powerful Wizard?
Where else can you become an architect in your own right?
Where else can you be accepted for who you are, unconditionally?
Where else can you find a huge group of people that feel the same way you do, that find the same things interesting, that see the world for what it is, and escape?
I just wish I had something that drove me to do something meaningful. Until then, I’ll be here.
There’s a lot to be said about mannerisms. They can say a lot about a person, If find. They can be subtle, but the action itself has to come from somewhere. Is it a quirk? Is it a habit of some kind? After some self-analysis, I have found that many of my own mannerisms didn’t come about by my own means. They were almost “grafted”. Akin to a snowball thrown at a brick wall, pieces of people tend to stick to my everyday life. Whether it’s a frame of reference, a new word in my vocabulary or some sort of small action, it seems that a lot of it is not my own creation.
So, in trying to figure out these things, I should define them:
(Credit to a cursory Google search, and Dictionary.com)
So, in the ways we talk or act, we can have some habits that eventually define us.
So, what sort of “mannerisms”? For example, my laugh has sometimes a bit of a snort to it, and I realized that I hadn’t started that until I met my friend Taylor, which took me a few weeks to realize… but it’s grown into a habit.
I often have a bit of fun with word pronunciations as well, to which I give credit to my cousin Stephen. For example, walking back home from a frozen yogurt joint, we passed a road called “Oriole”. We happened to be at a point that had some surprise to the conversation, and he looked at the sign and promptly said “Oh-re-oh-lee”. (Oh, really?)
We do this pretty much every time we hang out with various words, and it’s been a running gag for years now.
I’ve also found a love of puns over the past few years, to which I attribute my friend Danny, as well as my Dad while growing up. It’s a love of corny jokes, really.
But with all of these, it’s astounding the culmination of things that just aren’t me individually. But the combination of each of them makes me… me.
I laugh at squirrels running amok, and enjoy the sweet singing of birds. A glance at the stars immediately humbles me. Seeing a genuine smile genuinely makes me happy too. It’s the little things. I attribute that to my family, as they always point out the little things. There’s always a bit of a smile on their faces at something or other, and I feel it’s really shaped the way I look at everything.
It’s difficult to know whether or not this is just “me” or if those things came from other people. But, aren’t we all just a combination of our surroundings? Something of a stew, really: everything just thrown in during different parts of our lives. There are some of us that come out sour, some of us come out sweet, and some of us may come out all willy-nilly. But it’s what we’ve got… it’s really “us”, whether we like it or not.
So far I’m pleased with the “me stew” I’ve got simmering.