I live in Oklahoma Shitty, Oklahoma; land of the southern baptists. I have a rabbit named Fidget, a Bronco II named Maliki, and a Rickenbacker 330 named Baby. I listen to songs that tell stories. A shrink told me once that I was the angriest person she'd ever met. I cuss. I smoke cigarettes. I dip occasionally.The Hulk is cool and so is Star Wars. Grammar is a big deal, it speaks volumes about a person's character. I like guns, girls, and violence. I hate video games. Television pisses me off, (however I'm an avid Seinfeld watcher). I'm a hypocrite and I've lied before. I have little to no patience. I have terrible road rage. If you know me and I've thrown a slushie at your car, I'm not sorry, you probably were driving like a jackass. Have a day.
Technically being alive is not difficult. You ingest nutrients, you breathe, and you sleep. Participating in your role in life is the difficult part. Finding happiness is the key. Selfishness allows material things into our lives, however there is always room for “even one more thing I can buy that will make me happy”. Simple analogy: 1. Get all you can. 2. Can all you get. 3. Sit on your can. So what is left after you get ALL the things that will make you happy? Loneliness. I enjoy seeing other people smile as a result of helping them. It brings me joy. I want o smash the idea of “3. Sit on your can” because all it brings is crippling loneliness and despair. Sometimes for me, helping people can really boost my self esteem since I’m have such a massive ego (like most people). Being of service to those who will except it is an incredibly rewarding experience.
Circle Jerks // World Up My Ass