it’s weird to think that everything is just a mass of particles. i mean, if you really think about it, particles happen to attach to other particles somewhere along the line of their flux, thus creating masses of plasma, gases, liquids, solids…
and it’s even more surreal to think that every particle started as a star (star, meaning a big ball of fiery gas in a mass of explosions). all the particles inside of you are the same particles that were once that of a star. of course altered and twisted, but a morsel of igneous debris, none the less.
How is it that people are sad when they wake up? When I wake up I have nothing to worry about. Not one fuck to give. I have no one around to put in an effort to be social. It’s at the end of the day when the lights go out and the door to society finally closes that I remember how fucked up everything is.
To exist means to have objective reality or being and I get that. But isn’t reality something different for every person? I find it hard to believe when someone says that love doesn’t exist. On the other hand, I guess this could mean two things. One: that you don’t believe love exists in your life. Two: love does not exist is anyone’s life. Mostly, I find both of these absurd. The technical definition of love is an intense feeling of deep affection. Is a mother loving her child not love? And I’m sure you can’t deny that your mother loves you. Love may mean different things for different people but no one can deny that in their life.
In regards to loving another person in a way you may want to marry them or take your own life rather than theirs, I think this is optional… Selectional, in a sense, I guess would be the better word.
But in terms of love, be it your parents, children, strangers or a song on the radio, you’ve loved something/one at some point in your life. I understand that one may think there is a possibility that love is an emotion solely created to satisfy, to find meaning in a life so meaningless, but even so, it’s real to people who want to believe it’s real, just as god is real to people who want to believe he is. How can you say something so true cease to exist?
Is everyone seriously that scared of their own identity? Grow up.
What is that feeling when you see someone working so passionately on something, putting in so much time and effort into one special thing for one special someone only to have them leave town for a year before they get the chance to see it? What is that feeling you get when you see the horrid disappointment on their face when they realize how utterly wrong and far they’ve been shot down?
I don’t think this is entirely empathy because somehow it’s worse when it’s not you. When you see someone genuinely trying to help, being so tremendously innocent getting treated unjustly… This will be the entity to kill me.
Is it just me or does it seem like every adult-adult meaning generally 35 years or older-is a total air head. I mean, I’m a teenager and I guess we’re generally narrow minded but I think I’m pretty well within the knowledge of knowing what normal people my age know verses what I know. If that makes sense, I’m pretty drunk. What I mean is that I know teenagers are generally ignorant; does that mean I know a bit more or am I just as naive? Fuck these are the things that keep me up at night. What I’m trying to say is, if you’re going through a drive through and you tell your dad you want a double chocolate brownie blizzard they’re going to say something like ‘uhh I’d like a blizzard… A chocolate one, or something.’ Am I going insane or do other people notice this as well? Like their brains have already started decomposing and aren’t as sharp. Most of them anyways.
The thing that kills me the most about all of you is that I know I can’t rely on you to truly make me happy anymore. I mean, no matter how long it had been, whenever I saw you it felt like the entire world could do no wrong; an extremely rare feeling. For years you were my light and I guess we’ve come to our senses somehow because you’re just not there anymore. I want to feel it and I’m trying so hard but all that I remember is the person you used to be and how it used to feel. I had a theory before but just recently you proved it to be true. We were in love with the idea of each other, only the notion that we’d never change and our lives would forever run parallel in a world where everything else is so unreliable. I guess the latter took control and gave me yet another reason to put my faith somewhere it can quietly die.
There is no good or evil. If you are an atheist, why do you hold on to morals that are taught by religion? Create your own morals. Create yourself.
I hate the terms ‘right’ and ‘wrong.’ I understand that you’ve got to have some boundaries, society would be chaos otherwise, but isn’t it already? ‘Right and wrong’ really comes down to just an opinion.
1. not in accordance with what is morally right or good: a wrong deed.
2. deviating from truth or fact; erroneous: a wrong answer.
3. not correct in action, judgment, opinion, method.
a. This really doesn’t make any sense to me. Morals = opinion (or a largely common opinion shared by society… still an opinion.)
b. If I kill a baby, not saying I wouldn’t feel bad, but that doesn’t make it less than a fact.
I’m not sure if this makes me slightly psychopathic or insane in any way, I just have no perception of how ‘right and wrong’ could mean anything other than the observation of a statement.
I hate wasteful people. I literally cannot grab another sheet of paper, gas up or turn on a light without thinking of how it was produced, who produced it and how unnecessary it is. I’ve got my shower turned to a lukewarm drizzle with the light half dimmed because I hate the fact that I can have a shower every day while some people don’t even have access to clean water. I write as small as I possibly can, the margins are full and I limit my writing to what I need, while I see some people take up twice as much as I because of the mere fact that they’re too fucking lazy to flip over the page.
It’s funny how the definition of need changes so much with a little alteration of culture.
how you can feel so much for a person and maybe think you love them when you don’t really know them. Because no matter how well you think you know someone, you’re always 3 steps behind that. You can’t read their thoughts, you don’t know what they’re like when they’re alone, so really, it’s only the idea of them that appeals to you. It’s your perception of them that you fall in love with, and that’s why some people fall in love easier than others. Maybe they only see what they want to see. And that’s why relationships fail.
With the exception of couples married for more than 10 years. That’s real love, when you can live with the same person, talk to the same person every day for 10 fucking years. I don’t care if you don’t actually have the ‘love’ feeling for them, living with the same person for 10 years is love in every sense of the word.
Isn’t the whole point of death to decompose into the earth and everything around you?
That won’t happen if you’re in a box for the rest of you non-living life. I would like to become part of the cosmos, not detached from them.