Monday, November 3, 2008

Happiness & Me

I am at a loss for words. Here is the thing; I don't want to be depressed. I'm not a wallower. And yet I tried, I tried so fucking hard to buy-in. To everything. But it's a lot of work. And me, I'm just not cut out for work. I like to sit around and think. But thinking does not bring success. And success brings happiness. So it's no wonder the great thinkers of the world were so unhappy.

Am I one of the great thinkers of the world? A lot of the time I think: Yes. I am. And I say Fuck being humble. I may be unhappy but I know where my strengths lie. It seems 98% of the people I meet are dumber than me. Most have no excuse. Books; they were made to be read.

This post was edited because I felt it could be written better, I like to go back and change things


The Sundance Kid said...

No one wants to be depressed. And happiness doesn't always spawn from success. There have been times when I've done well at something, but I still felt unfulfilled. Theoretically, I should have been happy, but hell, I wasn't.

Urban Folk said...

Ha! The hell with modesty; agreed. People are generally stupid, and I don't have a lot of patience for stupid people. If only more people would pick up a book now and again, instead of the TV remote or the fucking Wii controller or whatever. Rest easy knowing you're not *quite* alone.