Life sucks. It’s pretty simple. When you are born…your mother shits and pisses herself (at least most women do). So you’re born into shit and piss. When you die…you defecate yourself. Your life begins and ends in shit. And do you know what is all through your life? Shit. We do our best to get through it. But it’s all shit. People are fake liars. And even the best of us (humans/mankind) are pretty fucking terrible. Nothing good ever lasts. The pain and loneliness of life just builds and mounts. We sleep, eat, work, pay bills, go through heartache, headaches, financial problems, have families that are out of fucking wack, and continue to deal with this shit everyday until we die. What the fuck is the point? I want to believe there is one…but damn. It all seems repetitive, redundant, and ridiculous. The world has gone to hell in a hand basket. It’s only going to get worse. We attempt to make the best of things or see the bright side. Why? I hate waking up every day just to go through the motions. I want something to be real other than shit. The most real and genuine things on this planet are pain, grief, sorrow, loneliness, and quite frankly all of the worst things you can experience. And through this you have the joy of learning. Learning how to deal with it and move on. But does anyone really move on from shit? No, it gets pushed down, pushed back, perhaps forgotten about if trumped by bigger issues, and/or just the simple fact that we are to busy to think about all of the shit everyday because we have to get out there and make money to pay bills and fucking taxes. Work our asses off to get fucking no where!! Society sucks, people fucking suck, and love sucks. And fuck money. Whoever came up with the monetary system instead of barter and trade was a fucking idiotic asshole!!! Life and the way we have to live it to be part of this fucked up society (that I’d rather not be a part of anyway) is a crock of shit. I’m sorry, not really, but I just plain can’t fucking stand just about anything about life anymore. This is mostly just about the day to day shit. Cause the emotional vomit is just a whole different story. But it’s just as bad…actually it’s worse. Emotions and mental issues just take the already fucked up situation of life and make it so much more devastating, traumatic, complicated, and painful. FUCK IT! Just…fuck it.
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I’m sorry I don’t have any answers or encouragement. But I just wanted to tell you that bit about being born into shit and dying in shit was fucking brilliant. Hahahaha, absolutely true.
I like to browse a science forum from time to time, and someone recently started a thread about death and life — i.e., what is the dividing line between the two, in a scientific sense (do viruses count as “life”? Bacteria?).
Being the jolly bunch they are, someone eventually answered “When you’re dead, you crap your pants. Every schoolkid knows that.”
i completely agree, undeserving.what you wrote was brillant.we’re forced to participate in a shitty system that only empowers the already powerful and rewards the very rich continously, while we the common folk get to be fucked for our whole miserable lives until we fucking die.that’s why we want out!people say we don’t need money to be happy but that’s a fucking lie.we do need money to be happy.in fact we need money just to freaking live: to have a decent home, nice clothes on our backs, good food to eat, afford stuff/gadgets/trips to entertain us, to be able to get healthcare.we on the bottom rung have to work like dogs just to be able to afford the basic necessities.while the people on top screws us over without even having to lift a finger.fuck this unfair life.this way of life is total bullshit.just give us a way out already.
Ok so I have a theory and some of it based in scientific fact. There are two types of animals deuterostomes and protostomes. Protostomes start life, when initial cell dividing takes place, as a mouth. It’s the first thing that develops. Deuterostomes on the other hand start life as an anus. Humans are deuterostomes. So we all start as arseholes. Regrettably, many of us never progress past that stage and remain arseholes for life. I call it my arsehole theory.
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