Brilliant end to The Office. It reminds me why I wish so much that our jobs didn’t have to BE the paper company in order to have such happiness in meeting new people, sharing experiences, etc. Why can’t we transcend to a society that cherishes the human interaction, relationship, more. We should retire at 21, see the world travel, and then at 50 or 60 begin our jobs when it makes more sense to sit down.
Today is not a good day. I feel very lost. I didn’t realize, but I don’t really feel like I have anyone to talk to about anything right now. Everyone is very pre-occupied with work, goals, life, and in my opinion often occupied beyond reason or rationalization for being busy. Busy for the sake of busy. And I don’t fault anyone for it, but I do realize that I have a lot of things on my mind that I just haven’t been able to express and when I finally talked for about 1 minute to a friend about the surface of it, I almost started crying. Some people may even think they have the mind-space to talk to you, but in reality they don’t and if you dump it out, they will postpone their own lives, so consciously I say nothing to not get in the way.
Off the top of my head I am scared shitless for my future. I am scared of age, dying, not being happy, you name it. I have no job, I am not working out, I am smoking, I feel like shit, I feel cloudy, I wake up and go to sleep at bad hours. And I don’t have the motivation or feel it to fix it. I grasp onto any work prospects and give it my all, but get scared when I don’t really know if it will help me get to the next bill or burn out from lack of return for work put in. And while I do have a savings to keep me afloat for a bit longer, I don’t see any answers as to “what the fuck I want to do with my life”.
I have survived on my own for quite a bit now and the idea of “If anyone can do it, Tristan can.” has been following me around(the complete opposite of when I was a kid and everyone thought I was gonna end up in a gutter), spilling out of the mouths of most if not all the people around me. While I find it to sound nice coming from peoples mouths and semi ego boosting, I mostly find it extremely scary, because I feel that because I am good at making shit work or making work appear out of the air, that this sentiment leaves me on a very small island alone. I get a sense of resentment for my prior or future ability to pull in 3 months of pay on one job(that one job that comes maybe once a year) I feel like I am not on the minds of those people because they assume it will be OK. I am not saying I need people to worry, but I do need people I can speak to. Lately it seems the family is broken into bits and pieces of selfishness. The broken aspects are causing drama that seem to put the kids into a “parental” position and that is just weird. Everyone is secluding themselves, myself included. But then when you do reach out you get hit with the pent up subconscious aggression towards others making you not want to reach out again.
My motivation to get anything done right now is lacking. And the things I am passionate about are hard to follow because I can’t afford the luxuries of following them.
All in all I know I am in the right place in terms of decisions and what led me here, but I just feel like because of all the shit around me and lack of motivation on my end, I am very alone, scared, and on the verge of tears half the time.
Depression… I am afraid to say that because then one assumes “broken” or “therapist”. I do want to explore WHY THE FUCK my body and mind decided to tear my life apart at the age of 22. Why I got anxiety, why I couldn’t just leave my house to go out without thinking of “will there be a toilet, how will I feel once I get there, do I have my klonopin in case I spike a panic attack”. I feel like if there has ever been a better time it is now to tackle this fucker and get my life back. But not for the “your childhood sucked” reasons that most say, but for the I don’t want to be an 89 year old man at 29.
And then there is that.. almost 30.. wtf.
Anyway, there it is, my momentary thoughts of today that made it so my arms felt weak, my mind clouded, and my eyes filling with salty water.
excuse me but since when did music become this big competition about taste and stuff why can’t we just listen to what we want to if you like bieber go listen to him if you like led zeppelin go ahead listen to them if you like my chem go ahead listen to them fuck if you like sex sounds made by whales go ahead listen to it music is supposed to be fun
”So the “normalality” of a first date ensued as we found ourselves face to face many many times awkwardly wanting to kiss but waiting for the faultless moment to perfect it. We ate a dinner in candle light, we drove to music, her hand on mine as I shifted through the night. We found ourselves watching a movie and the moment came, a button hit, movie paused, and the flood gates were released. One kiss turned into a thousand.”
Break a prop? Just put it back and walk away… ha ha!!
Emma’s reaction though
Sometimes it freaks me out how much like their characters they are. Emma’s very concerned, Dan saves the day, Rupert laughs.
I’m never not reblogging this. They’re just so damn cute…
i love how dan doesn’t even think or blame emma he just put’s it back and it never even happened
These babies are so perfect
Do I want open space, driving, shitty people, fresh fruit and fish, or do I want condensed buildings, fresh air, amazing people, smaller apartment. ALKFAHSF
Without a cigarette I reach into the air for nothing. I feel like I miss my moments of calm in my mind, the forcing of my brain to take a break. The clarity of a night sky out the window cigarette in hand. The forcing of me to see the outside. I finish dinner and automatically get to walk outside to digest with smoke.
I go home and get excited to sit at my window and smoke a cigarette.
Without it I feel better, I hope I haven;t done enough damage already that I will die from a cancer related indecent then I think, what is life but to enjoy the world around us, why can’t we just enjoy the cigarettes and not care? I suppose you can, but I can’t.
And it sucks, it is a big part of my calm. It helps with my anxiety. Although it fills it too. But with a cigarette I know I always have that “socially” acceptable escape from people without needing to just walk outside for air.
Electronic cigarettes don’t work either cause I’m allergic to the ingredients. Blah.
This is such bullshit. Look at each of these the one they want to call “real” is actually the fake. They used the liquid brush to make people fatter. Problem is it also moves the rest of the picture, so the couch bends the fence bends. Idiots. Not EVEYRTHING is photoshopped.
The “magic” of photoshop.
Yeah that happened…
oh my god.. adorable
And I’m not excited to be getting olde but I am excited to enjoy the day :)
I felt proud so here is a picture.