The Box of Chocolates

I was talking to a good friend of mine yesterday and today.

It started out as a normal "oh hi, how are you?" kind of conversation, but it escalated. We ended up talking a small bit about life, and, since I wasn't really very cheerful at the time, I said that the worst part about life just might be living.

I know that isn't true, but I was being an idiot. Don't judge.

Anyway, this friend responded with a passionate "you're wrong" by giving me some quote on the difference between living and surviving. I said I basically agreed, but in the end life is just... cold, bitter, horrible, unfair, and, at times, unbearable.

I was talking to another friend about this last week. He was telling me how he finds himself depressed too often. There's never anything to do but sleep, he said. Another thing he said was that every time he would be with friends and have a good time, he'd return home, and the depression would set in with extra impact, as if to balance out the good time he had.

I can relate. It's crazy, and it's a tough thing to deal with. I'm not going to conclude this post, by the way. This topic isn't something I can end, only you can do that for yourself. My only reason for posting this is to get your lazy brain to work. Ask yourself something: Are you happy?

My guess is that you're too busy to think about that, and even right now, some of you aren't really answering that question. Even though you've slowed down enough to hop on Blogspot and read this retarded blog by that Clark kid, you still have things to do. Your mind isn't paying attention, but maybe you're grasping what I mean now. So ask yourself again, maybe even out loud, "Am I happy?"

Crazy question, I know. I'm not trying to get you to be all depressed now, but I want you to think a little about this. Life is short, but it's beyond powerful. Do something with it, even if that something is merely improving your view on life, because that will affect the people around you, and affect your impact on people around you.

Think.

You Can Thank Me Now

Hey there!

Funny how I post so late at night. That fact makes this blog simply horrible. After all, nighttime effects your thinking. It's true! I've proven it. Many times. At night.

Awful stuff.

Anyway, how are you? You can't really answer that, because I won't hear/see you... but I figured you'd think me nice and considerate if I asked how you're feeling.

Topic of the day: Women.

I KNOW, I KNOW. This just got awkward. I think all of you know me, and you're all thinking: "Oh wow, he is going to make a complete fool of himself. He doesn't know women at all." etc. While I appreciate these pleasant and Christian thoughts, I think you're jumping to conclusions, but only a little. See, I don't deny that this is probably going to be a poorly written/ thought out post, but.... well, whatever. I'm done defending myself. Just read the stupid post, or exit. I'm just going to start a new paragraph now.

Jeez.

You know what? You made me not want to write this post anymore. Even though you haven't read it yet.

Way to go, guys. Be ashamed of yourselves! I'm off to go sulk. Alone.