I’m tired of being rejected: by jobs, by people, by life. I’m turning nihilistic and I’m going to enjoy the nothingness of my discontent. All of this living is just exhausting. I don’t know what I’m doing—or whatever I’m doing I am obviously doing it wrong—hence the overabundance of rejection.
And I’m just narcissistic enough to say that certain jackass people should just disappear off the planet so I can have more breathing room.
See the split there. I’m pissed off at people—as a general whole—for causing me to be pissed off at myself for not fitting into their little stupid-ass structure.
Nonconformity is quite a lot of work. And where does it get me. Bankrupt. Depressed. Angry. All because I don’t want to be like everyone else. What a bunch of bullshit.
Me on this little tiny planet. Me as this little tiny speciwomen on earth. A minuscule of nothing. A speck of dust. Who was told since birth she could change the entire world—ha! Does anyone else see the major reconstruction we’d have to do to make even a slight improvement? It’s just debilitating. I’m totally drained.
Sometimes we just need days to give up.
Today I am giving up. Perhaps it will cause a rebirth of passion for transformation.
Perhaps I will just become a hater.
But as Phil Collin’s says, I Don’t Care Anymore.
Bring on the rejections, I’ll just go live in a cave, brew my own beer, be buzzed all day and play music with rocks and sticks.
*side note: I feel nothing for Phil Collins I only agree with his words.