The industrialist said to the fisherman, “Why are you napping under a tree?” “Because I’ve caught enough fish for the day.” “Why don’t you catch more?” “Why would I do that?” “So you can buy more nets, a bigger boat, go out into deeper waters, then buy a whole fleet of boats and be rich like me.” “Then what?” “Well, then you can enjoy life.” The fisherman: “What do you think I’m doing now?”
I had a dream about a fish. The world is funny sometimes. So now I want to know how you are. What is on your mind? What have you been up to?
I have a strong fascination for the dreamy, irrational, wonderous, obscure. Fantasy worlds, unreal colors, indescribable sensations, mosaics emotions.
These things exist clearly when we’re dreaming. But sometimes within reality as well. When listening to music, looking into someone’s eyes, the sky, patterns on a rock. As well as any art form really. I try to live in this world as much as I can. It’s quite easy to when the thoughts of reality are absent. The reality we consider and agree on is very rational. Strongly structured and absent from any color.
I always feel as if I’m on another planet whenever I listen to play music. It’s started to make me curious. What would happen if this fantasy world became our reality, and reality became our fantasy world? That somehow we could change our brains into finding and living in this world a majority of the time and only enter the normal world when needed. Just like what young children do.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen him around here. Has anyone talked to him?
Does anyone else here have constant imaginary conversations with people in their heads?
I miss sadness. Sometimes I think I might be addicted to the Idea of it. That feeling of being so internally dead, that nothing matters anymore. You no longer care what others think of you, they’re irrelevant. You no longer feel material attached to things. The constant thoughts about life and existence.
Sadness has another side to it though of course. The constant emotional pain that physically aches, the sudden panic attacks that arise late at night, the hated of seeing how happy and carefree everyone seems around you.
Being addicted to sadness almost feels like a Stockholm syndrome. I always feel more at home when I’m sad. Instead of busying myself with pointless distractions, like when I’m happy, I do nothing more but stare at myself in the face. And try to look at life exactly as it is, without any mental filters. I miss the carelessness mindset of the world.
So maybe, I don’t miss “sadness”. . I’m starting to think sadness itself isn’t what I miss at all, it’s the abandonment of wants and cares that I miss.
I wonder if anyone else here has kinda liked this aspect of sadness. After writing this, I looked up addictions to sadness and found that it’s much larger of a phenomenon than I expected.
Right now, when you look out into the universe that lays before you, what do you see?
I feel like my world has ended today. I’m just like he is. Im no different. We’re both in this sinking ship.
Im sorry young fish, vibrant flower, cupcake baker, nyan cat, I can’t pretend like theres nothing wrong. Im the problem.
I’ve done such horrible things. If the world knew of what I did, would I be alone? Would anyone care to talk to me anymore? But wouldn’t that be a good thing? At least for them. I’m so scared. I’m so afraid. I’m so sorry. None of this even makes sense. Who cares anymore, these words mean nothing.
Am i just like him? Am I just like him? Am I just like him? I think we’re the same. And we’ll both end up with nobody.
I dont understand why you don’t hate me. Why are you so nice to me. After what I’ve done. That can’t be honest right?
I can’t write anymore. I hate this. Just stop
Has anyone seen or heard from them? They’ve been quiet a while
Anyone who has emailed me before, it doesn’t work right now I guess. Trying to fix it. I have a gmail at the same email name so if anyone wanted to talk. I have 0 contacts on it so, I can’t actually email anyone first xc
Hello, I’m searching for a Rivets. And if found,demand to know how are thee Rivets. Thanks
(For whoever finds them shall be rewarded with this pretty rock I found. And don’t worry, I already asked if rock was Rivets. Rock not Rivets :/ )
I want to die again.
I always get like this when I lose all of my reasons to live.
I already know that I shouldn’t need reasons to live.
But I’m not perfect. As of now, reasons are my oxygen. I’m probably find another reason, be fine for a while, and return later with this same post. Stuck on repeat
You should comment some of your current thoughts
You are one of the most active and supportive users I have seen on this site in a long time. Offering encouraging words, silly stories, and being a caring friend. Every time I go on the site, I see you in the comments, talking to people. And it’s never judgmental or rude. It’s sympathizing and light hearted. I’ve wanted to make this post months ago to be honest, and now I’m just even more amazed that you’re still here still actively bringing people up.
Does anyone have an account for that? I’m searching for 2 missing SP members and I can’t spend 100 dollars just to look up information that may not exist.. email me if you do please? devinbelver@yahoo
It’s been so long since I’ve seen your name. How are you? You should post about your thoughts and how life has been going for you! And um, sorry to write an entire post to you like this.. private messages aren’t really a thing here :/ if you want this deleted, just let me know
My favorite part of writing/thinking of stories, is coming up with characters for them and making them feel real. I’m curious, what is your favorite fictional character? It could be a book or movie or show. What about them makes you like them?
I’m honestly concerned with how much I sleep. It’s usually 8-12 hours or so a night and i don’t really understand why I’m so tired. Maybe it has to do with being vegetarian but I’ve been one for 3 months now. And it’s not like i dont have motivation to stay up, because there’s lots I want to be awake for xc
I was scared. Too many weird youtube videos. Then a bird landed outside my window. “It’s okay, little hooman.” That’s what he said in bird. I like to think I’m quite fluent in their native tongue. (Do birds have tongues?)
Birds. I like them. They’re always there when you didn’t think you needed them.