Skye
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Reply 107 of 6448 (Originally posted on: 02-23-04 10:36:30 PM)
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Me a few minutes ago. I don't know why the camera's taken a greenish tinge to me background, but it's all good.
Sometimes I just don’t see the point. I mean, I’m here, things happen around me, and I watch them go by. I interact with people, and they interact with me. Good things happen, bad things happen, but I don’t care. What’s the real point of life? I like to think that there isn’t a point and that saying was made up just to fuck people up enough to spend time thinking about it. If there is a meaning to life, then whoever first asked that question will never know what it is. Being too busy with figuring out a “why” to life gets in the way of life itself. It seems like a pretty obvious thing if you think about it, but in my opinion it looks like a lot of people just don’t either try or care. Whatever. It’s not my problem – I have plenty as it is, even though I don’t know what they are. I’m sure they’re out there somewhere, but I can never really make them out. My problems are like the biggest, fastest cockroaches in the dark, ever. As soon as I turn on the light and try to find them out, they either scamper away just out of sight, or it was really just a bottle cap. I know I have problems because I’m not happy. I know I have problems because there’s a lack of not having problems in my life, as awkward as that sounds. What I hate is when people ask me “How’s life?” with no real reason for doing so other than politeness. It’s not politeness if they aren’t going to care about the answer. But the main problem I have with it is that my answer is usually “Shitty”, which leads to the inevitable “Why?” I hate the “Why?” most of all because I can’t answer it. Yes, my life is shitty. No, I can’t tell you why. Why can’t I tell you? Because my problems don’t like to take themselves seriously enough to show me what they are.
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