Current Residence: UK, North West of England, Preston
Favourite genre of music: Metal/Calming stuff/Indie
Operating System: Dual-boot Mac OS X 10.6 with Slackware 13.1
MP3 player of choice: Rhythmbox or VLC- OS dependent
Shell of choice: UNIX
Deceitful EmotionThere are few matters in life in which I feel I cannot reach a satisfiable understanding of with-in several weeks.Deceitful Emotion by RegrettablyDecrypted
Of course, here I am barring academia and the like...
No, I'm talking about matters of a far more practical level. Why do people say hello to each other? Why is there stigma? Why do people swear? Questions like these, I can usually answer, given enough time.
I guess why I ask these questions is because many actions don't seem natural too me. Maybe it's because I never really was all that great at adopting actions regardless of their nature. I don't know really. But them being answered seems to be integral to the continuation of my being content.
Yet a concept I do not understand, and fear I will never really will, is happiness. Cliche, I admit, but true.
I remember reading an article, a while back, about sports stars- American footballers, and their head injuries. It talked about the life expectancies and how, in general, being a sports star wasn't all that great. But it w
The Pseudo-Nihilist.Inevitably, I always come to the same conclusion; subjectivity.The Pseudo-Nihilist. by RegrettablyDecrypted
I identify with the nihilist label, and have done for a while. I accept that good and bad are abstract concepts- intangible, not subject to empirical measurement, and subjective.
I don't subscribe to concepts such as real and fake- yet I can say I have felt the former statement to be real- true, for a while, several years infact. I feel after several years I should have came to terms with the rationale I've gone over so many times.
Yet I find this not to be the case.
I often will feel an uncontrollable sense of anger at injustices committed. If it's not anger it's depression. If it's not depression, it's disgust for my humanity and misanthropy to every other individual occupying this world.
I tell my self over and over in my head that there is no right, there is no wrong, there just is. But none of it registers.
It angers me that bigots have views that conflict with mine. It depresses me that people find the bigoted views
SchizoidIt's not that I dislike everyoneSchizoid by panicattakk
I simply cannot understand them, and I can't be bothered to try
People are too complicated, too difficult; all they want is sex or friendship
It's not that I hate everyone
I simply do not want their company
I prefer books, their beautiful simplicity
It's not that I hate them
I'm just so afraid to approach them, afraid of what they'll think
They'll judge me
They'll call me cold and uncaring
It's not that I hate the world
It's just that I don't care