I want to be a better man, not a bitter man.
Know your worth and you don’t know what you got.
One person’s trash is another’s treasure, but sometimes fixing and cleaning up an item devalues it to the right person.
A misprint is the most valuable form of currency, but most see it as a fake or worthless.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and ugly is ironically chic when value is irrelevant.
Self depreciation is fair value in your economy.
Putting money in a car for personal aesthetic taste or greater performance doesn’t add value if the engine is blown.
“I wanna go home.”
I’m not sure why, this phrase has become a mental tic of mine. It makes abosolutely no sense because there is no sense in which I am not home. I live in one of my childhood houses.
Do you remember your childhood with your family when you think of going home
Nope, it’s almost like a verbal tic I don’t say out loud, it doesn’t come with thought.
“I am a good person.”
My Catholic upbringing really ingrained in me the idea that I’m a fundamentally bad person. Turns out, even if you deconvert, those thought patterns will still plague you. So I have to remind myself often that just because I’m not Catholic or who my parents would like me to be, that doesn’t mean I’m doing anything wrong.
I’m not good, intelligent, interesting enough for anyone or anything.
Other people can be proud or confident. It’ll just make me arrogant.
As a tall bald white man, I scare everyone.
I need to have more normal interests.
I want to do more things I like, regardless.
I still haven’t made up for being a shitty kid/teenager, over 20 years later. Be more selfless.
Don’t ask for things, especially help.
I could go on.
Not much of anything, good or bad, at least I don’t think so. I’ve been on the float for some time.
I’m not religious, haven’t been for decades, but old habit’s die hard.
please god give me the strength to cleanse this world of these idiots.
“The time for The Old One to wake is upon us! The gates to R’lyeh quiver, the voices scream to be uncaged! Your hand is the key, the door to the other side awaits your touch! Beyond the threshold a new world hungers to devour this reality and bring forth all of time and space! It howls for you, answer the call, seize the destiny fate has hoisted upon you! Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn!”
You know, just normal stuff.
“OK. I can do it. I can do it. OK. OK. I can do it.”
I remind myself of… Fuck I forgot.
Nah for real though, occasionally I remind myself to not take bullshit or threats from others.
Shit, even if I post some off-the-wall words occasionally, maybe I just had a bad day, ignore my dumb shit and downvote me into oblivion.
At heart I’m actually a genuinely caring person, but sometimes we all have bad days.
“I hate my life”
Every now and then this just pops in my head, even when things are objectively going well for me, I know I need therapy, but I’m jobless right now and you can’t afford health care in this country without employee sponsored health care, for now I just try to write down things I’m grateful for to keep the bad thoughts away
“Give up on being happy. It’s just a distraction. If you do not succeed you will be wretched. If you fail you will not survive.”
It’s not for mixed company.
