So, perchance I will get back to regularly updating this thing. Though regular up-idation meens a couple of things to me, one being the more I write, the lower the quality of the writings I produce I think...
The other thing I notice is that the quality of my writing increases drastically when I am depressed. Which may give way to all new theories about why all artists are starving and/or depressed...
I do find that it is easier to work when down, to focus, to concentrate, to see clearly, concisely, perfectly.
I was seeing someone for a while, then not seeing them, then seeing them again, and after much deliberation ive decided that I just want to be single, in highschool I refused to date, granted that was mostly cause I couldn't get a date to save my soul, and its been a long time since I haven't been not seeing someone and maybe its just a good idea to stay away from women. Its funny how you can see someone, not see someone, see someone again over the course of 3 weeks or so... Stupidity. I could be gay if it were't for the sex... and the kissing, cause then... being gay would just be hanging out with the guys.
Anyway, I can tell by the iritation prevalant in my gut that its lunch time. By the by, im not bad at spelling, im just very creative while doing it.
The other thing I notice is that the quality of my writing increases drastically when I am depressed. Which may give way to all new theories about why all artists are starving and/or depressed...
I do find that it is easier to work when down, to focus, to concentrate, to see clearly, concisely, perfectly.
I was seeing someone for a while, then not seeing them, then seeing them again, and after much deliberation ive decided that I just want to be single, in highschool I refused to date, granted that was mostly cause I couldn't get a date to save my soul, and its been a long time since I haven't been not seeing someone and maybe its just a good idea to stay away from women. Its funny how you can see someone, not see someone, see someone again over the course of 3 weeks or so... Stupidity. I could be gay if it were't for the sex... and the kissing, cause then... being gay would just be hanging out with the guys.
Anyway, I can tell by the iritation prevalant in my gut that its lunch time. By the by, im not bad at spelling, im just very creative while doing it.
I stumble upon yours and - voila - see that you've come to the same conclusion I have, which is that happiness is entirely counterproductive.
To that, I have to say, bravo!