Jesus
I really hope a lot of the depressing shit that you people post is only because it sounds interesting or something. I find it hard to believe that you people actually lead such miserable lives.
Oh God! Look at me! I have food, a house, friends, a family, but I don’t know what to say to people, so my life sucks.
Get over yourselves. The day you actually have a hard life because you’ve lost your house, your family, your friends, and your fucking food, then complain.
^^ FUCKING THIS ^^
This Is For You…
A tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concerns. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy, to her theology, to her clothing style.
This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.
This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assure her that it was all okay and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you ever orchestrated on Call of Duty to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you dropped the controller for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, and she shamelessly flirted with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm-body for her ego, you went anyways because you’re nice like that.
The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. Perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend but I can’t. From what I have observed and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools, the only conclusion I can come up with is that girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete asshole now!). But one thing I can do, is say the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.
So until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs our patience in the department store, our holding open of doors, our part in escorting services, our propensity to be suckers for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things we tolerate, for all the situations where we are the faceless, nameless heroes, my accolades, my acknowledgment and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming…
The Real Truth
This post was only made for those with at least half a brain. If you like it or hate it, I don’t care. As such, I’ve made it a “Read More” thing.
Ying and Yang.
We are born completely whole. It isn’t until we learn what our current culture tells us what is good and what is bad that we start to both repress and express these parts of ourselves.
Everyone has a Shadow - a hidden side - a place of forbidden desire. It is that part of you that you hide from the rest of the world, maybe even from yourself. The part of you where you can experience and imagine these thoughts that you don’t tell anyone about. The place where you really want to experience all the excitement of this moment; to let go of all the things that had been holding you back before and experience all that life offers you now. The Shadow is a good thing because it brings a sense of balance. This sense of balance is very important as it is the concept that whatever you repress grows and begins to spill over into other parts of your life. If your Shadow is repressed, it grows and grows until it takes you over completely.
Carl Jung, a famous Swiss psychiatrist, said it was like the sun rising in the morning. Why? In the morning, as the sun rises in the sky, it gets higher and higher, closer and closer to the highest point in its path until it reaches mid-day. Then, it changes polarity completely and everything that was once true has now changed; now the opposite is true and the sun goes down.
This was the concept behind mid-life crisis. So balance then is a good thing, and Jung believed that the first part of our lives is about separation from the Shadow, while the latter part of our lives is about integration with the Shadow and about being whole.
Now, what if you were to see your Shadow right in front of you and talk to it, what would it say? What if you were to step into your Shadow right now, and see the world through the eyes of it. What would that say about the person that you were before and what does this say about whom you are now?
Introspection at its finest.
