This appears to be a young person living at home situation. “Individuation” is a bitch. Be careful and make sure you are financially stable before flipping the switch and telling them all to “Fuck Off.”
In the mean time… realize… it is your choice to be there. You are there for a reason. Think. You have good reasons for putting up with the bullshit and staying where you are at. If you did not, you would be gone.
No one has power or control over your happiness but you. Happiness is not something that the world brings to you. The world does not give a fuck about you. I am a teacher. I can walk into a room full of depressed, hot, whiny students, who do not want to be in school, and if 15 munits they will be jumping up and down with laughter having forgotten how horrible they felt a moment ago. Why? Because I know they are exactly like you. They are sitting aroud waiting for the world to make them happy. They have not learned how to make themselves happy. They don’t know how to do it. Just like you.
People do not make you happy. You choose to be happy about the things people do or say. You also choose to be angry, miserable, sad and depressed. These are all ways about seeing the world around you. That does not mean that you mindlessly smile at the world around you and try to be happy.
Tonight, I was walking home in the rain. I caught my neck muscles scrunching up as I buttoned the top button of my jacket to pull it tight around my neck. Then a weard thing happened. I reminded myself that I enjoyed the cool sprinkle. I walked along the boardwalk and felt the rain around my eyes. I had my mask on and the air I was breathing was warm. My hands were also warm as they were deep in my pockets. In fract, I was warm all over, but for the top of my head where the cool sprinkles landed on my bald patch. The lights from the hotels along the bay glistened like Christmas across the waters. The wind was blowing hard but not hurricane weather. There were peaceful breaks between gusts. I stopped and listened to the fishing boats sway in the water and the water lap up against the rocks. Just standing there in the rain, looking out over the bay. I had a thought. I wonder what the people in the passing cars might be thinking. No one esle was walking around. I crossed the street, heading up to my apartment. Passing a construction sight, the gusts of wind were really strong. Leaves rushed down the gutter in the street. I could not resist. I had to step into the middle of them. It was like the ground beneath my feet was moving. I remembhered being in Elementary school, in Newport Beach, Ca. We would get winter storms and one of the favorite things to do would be to run out onto the tarmac, flip our jackets up over our heads like a giant sail, and lean into the wind. I leaned into the wind and it was comforting, cool, and nostalgic. I turned onto the street that led to my house and forgot it all until this moment, when I wrote it down. Happiness has nothing to do with anthing but a choice to be happy, No matter what else is going on in the world, here and now, this moment, the choice can be made to simply let all the shit go, and just sit and be happy. Genuinly and completely happy. It’s not up to anone but you. And the great thing about being happy, is that you don’t need to let any of the assholes know that you are actually happy. They can just keep thinking whatever they want to think. So… right now… do something that makes you happy.
Don’t be afraid of student loans. I hear most people don’t pay them back. I paid all my shit back in 3 years after graduating. Fucking workaholic that I am. I should be rich. Fucking wasteful nature, that’s me. I’m too busy enjoying life to be burdened with bullshit. Enjoying life??? I really like my job. I spend much more time working than I probably should. I’m good at it. Imagin doing something you are good at, enjoying it, and getting paid for it. Life is good. Well… I’ve got plenty of shit to deal with as well. I find it best to like up the bullshit and tackle it all, one problem at a time. This coming April is my Income tax situation. 4 years in the rear. Woo Hoo… I can’t wait to see the look on the tax man’s face. $$$$ “I’m gonna make some money off this asshole.” $$$ Well, what can I say… That much is probably true. Never let the small shit weigh you down.
I can understand that, but it still sucks. You hear stories from people who had to foot the bill in order to go to college, so it can be done. Maybe they can’t afford it, that might explain why it turns into an arguement.
If there’s something specific you’d like to achieve, go for it. It won’t be easy, but nothing worth doing is ever easy in this world. Don’t let anything or anyone change who you are as a person (unless you’re an asshole). I’m almost 63 now, but I’m still basically the same person I was 40+ years ago. Situations and times change, but people don’t for the most part. If you’re a good person, just try to be yourself and ignore all of those fucking critics.
Excellent advice. Making it through university, I slept in the back of my car on two different occasions as I was jobless. Showered in the gym in the morning. I have 8 years of university under my belt now and the degreeds to prove it. Life is good,.
Really bad advice: Be the kind of person who is always willing to change. Admit when you are wrong. See the world from the point of view of your parents. One really fascinating thing about this life we live is that our shared sense of reality is not shared at all. It is an illusion. What makes perfect sense to you in your world view, is complete nonsense to someone else. Always be willing to look at yourself anew. Learn to set presuppositions aside. Ask yourself regularly, “What if I am the one that is wrong?” It is easier to try and get along than it is to try and be right. I have always liked Aristotle: Art of Rhetoric, "“ANYBODY can become angry, that is easy; but to be angry with the right person, and to the right degree, and at the right time, and for the right purpose, and in the right way, that is not within everybody’s power, that is not easy.” (The short version… “Choose your battles wisely.”
LOL: I’ve always made sense. You just got to catch me at the right time. Everyone knows that. There is time to play, time for hay, and time to just sit and talk. I’m flexible. No, no no, wait… (Lightening strike and the roll of thunder in the background.) [*Spoken in a husky Batman-like voice.] “I’m mysterious.”
Its funny how 2 people who are the total opposite of each other can stay together for over 40 years. It’s 2 weeks until x-mas, my least favorite time of year, and it couldn’t be proven any easier than it is today.
I picked up our 2 older granddaughters (13 & 9) yesterday so they can stay with us over the week-end and help Grammy decorate the house and tree for x-mas. They’re done with the tree right now, and since its not raining, they went into our little downtown area just too look around. Of course, my wife wants to listen to x-mas music while they’re working on the tree, so I’m in the office with the door closed. In order to drown out the music, I’m of course listening to my music on our remote speaker.
At one point, I could hear one of her typical x-mas songs in the background, while the song playing from my music library on my phone was “Christ raping black metal” by Marduk. I don’t think my wife would be too fond of that song if she knew it was playing in the next room.
Just an observation. Right now a song titled “Baphomet” by Belphegor is on in the background.
Merry Christmas?
The ultra-commercialization, where commercial interest everywhere, in all sectors and trades, use this time of year to make as much money as possible. It is no longer a holiday or a festive season, but a shopping orgy.
As a consequence of 1, the commercial exploitation of the Christmas idea starts earlier and earlier each year. If they could stick to December, I would not mind as much, but when they start in September, and sometimes in August, I want to show them how nice my middle finger looks when pointing upwards, with the back of my hand in their general direction.
The expectation from society as to how one is supposed to “celebrate” Christmas is as welcome to me as an ingrown toe nail.
The omnipresent holier-than-thou religious theme of the season.
Around Yule season, as a consequence of all of the above, I feel more misanthropic than otherwise.
“Merry” Christmas to you too. Or Happy Blót. Or whatever.
You’ve reminded me it’s time to watch “A Christmas Carol” . There appears to be at least half a dozen versions on YouTube, some of them free. I might splurge and rent the Patrick Stewart version from 1999, I don’t think I’ve seen that one. I remember enjoying a muppet version with Michael Caine. Maybe I’ll listen to the audio book, I think it’s on YouTube also.
Bah Humbug everyone .
Conquer the lightbearer and achieve enlithtenment. As above so below. Interesting idea. But why rebel against god when I don’t see anything to rebel against?
Goddammit… … All you humbug Grinchers out there better shape the fuck up or get the fuck out. There will be no Christmas bashing around here if I have anything to say about it. I better start hearing some Christmas cheer around here, or there will be HELL TO PAY! Now, here’s a little holiday jingle I wrote to help get you pointed in the right direction. Sing it like you mean it, assholes!
“Oh Cum All Ye Horny”
(Sing to the tune of “Oh Come All Ye Faithful”)
Oh cuuuum, all ye horrrny…
Spank your nasty monnnnkeys…
Oh choke all your chiiiikens and beee-eat your meat…
Waaaatch porn on caaable…
Then splooge upon your taaaa-able…
Oh god I think I’m cumming…
Oh god I think I’m cuuumming…
Oh god I thi-… Oh-oh…oh-god-oh-god-oh-god… I-I-I… think I’m… I’m-I’m-I’m c-c-c-cuuum-um-um-UUUUUMMMMMING!..
And here’s another glorious song I wrote a few years ago to help make the season festive. SING, YOU BASTARDS!
“Zorbof the Little Green Alien”
(Sing to the tune of “Rudolph the Red-nose Reindeer”)
Zorbof the little green alien…
Hovers in his UFO…
Watching the Earth below him…
As humans scurry to and fro…
He commands the space armada…
Sent to wipe the planet clean…
But then he revised the game plan…
Because of something that he’d seen…
Protestants, Catholics, Muslims, Jews…
Watch them fight their wars…
Killing each other left and right…
Lordy how they love to fight…
So Zorbof told his starship captains…
No need for us to make a fuss…
Because at the rate they’re going…
They’ll dee-stroy themmm-selves for uuuuuusssss…
DAMMIT! I’m not hearing any festive holiday CHEER in here! Where’s the laughter?!? Where’s the singing?!? WHERE… IS… THE… UN-A-DUL-TER-A-TED JOY??? You sicken me… All of you… (patting pockets)… Where’s my Prosaic?
Daaaammmmnn Tim! You’re good! You must be psychic or something. After reading your post I went directly to the closet just to prove you wrong. Camera in hand, and I was going to embarrass the hell out of you. “Ha ha! In the closet my ass!” I was gonna say,. and show you the picture of the empty clostet. But Fuck! There it was! Bob and Sally had found it and were just having all sorts of fun. Not only did they get your prosthetic, but they got all that other shit you left behind too. Lucky for us you mentioned the closet.
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. There appears to be at least half a dozen versions on YouTube, some of them free. I might splurge and rent the Patrick Stewart version from 1999, I don’t think I’ve seen that one. I remember enjoying a muppet version with Michael Caine. Maybe I’ll listen to the audio book, I think it’s on YouTube also.
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… All you humbug Grinchers out there better shape the fuck up or get the fuck out. There will be no Christmas bashing around here if I have anything to say about it. I better start hearing some Christmas cheer around here, or there will be HELL TO PAY! Now, here’s a little holiday jingle I wrote to help get you pointed in the right direction. Sing it like you mean it, assholes!
