Wombat wrote:
But how many girls can you seduce? How many parties can you go to? How many drugs can you take?
If that is your object then your days are truly numbered.
Well, the temporary highs don't involve sex/drugs/rocknroll... they're a lot more tame. It takes very little to please myself for a couple of minutes, and it isn't much of a goal in itself, either. I just feel that, everything I wanted to accomplish when I was a child, is already being done by others, and done better. I'd feel like I'd just be in the way if I tried my hand at it, because I'd probably be mediocre and I can't stand being mediocre. So, I settle for living my life which doesn't have that many inconveniences anyway except for the presence of my OCD alcoholic father, and doing my thing trying not to bother anyone and not letting anyone bother me. I don't really have a purpose.
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