One day I decided to make a blog. From that day foreward I continued spewing out my uneducated opinion about life. I have no credibility or superiority to anyone else. I am not that eliquent of a writer. If you still want to spend your time reading what comes next, please do.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
My misery's so addictive.
Lately I've been in a weird... funk. Sometimes I just stop caring about everyone and everything and can't seem to see any goodness in the world. It kind of blows. I've been working through some issues with a friend, and trying to see some people in a different light. I've realized that I've gotten to used to seeing the worst in certain people that I've come to like viewing them that way. It's not even that I actually dislike the person that much, it's just that I've come to a point where negativety is all that comes to mind. Then today, I was listening to some Tegan and Sara, and one of the lines in one of my favorite songs is "my misery's so addictive." I thought about that for a while, and realized that it's so true sometimes. Sometimes I get addicted to that sucky feeling of constant misery and begin to like it, and it's not until I make the conscience choice to see things positvely that I can. And it's hard. It's SO much easier to just continue feeding that negativety and like dislike for people brew inside you and come out (through sarcasm as I do best...) and become a sour person in general. So I guess it's pretty important to catch stuff like that before it becomes you.
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