I’ve been slacking on writing posts lately.

Well, that’s not actually true. I’ve written a lot of them. And then I’ve deleted them.

Because all I’m doing in them is complaining, and I don’t want to just be a constant stream of that on your dashboard. So I’ve let it go (eventually) when Mars suddenly had a second sun, or when people blog about how they’re screwing off at work when I can’t find a damn job, despite the fact that I would actually work when I’m on the clock. You guys see enough griping from me without me actually letting it all out.

Plus, it’s stuff that didn’t always bother me quite this much. It’s just that I’ve been having trouble being happy at all lately. No, put your phone down, it’s not time to call 9-1-1. This isn’t like last year when everyone panicked over one of these depression posts and thought I wanted to kill myself (though if a Perseid meteor landed on my head, I wouldn’t object).

I’m just having trouble looking on the bright side of life (sorry, Eric). I see people asking why some of us care about Chick-Fil-A (why wouldn’t I care?) or bragging about eating there because it’s a “good Christian company” (who just happens to support groups that call for the kidnapping of children from gay couples and encourage the death penalty for gay people in other countries).

I see people saying that poor people just want handouts, while rich people who use offshore accounts to avoid paying taxes are just “doing what the law allows.” People say they want less government in our lives, but want more laws to restrict freedom (be it reproductive rights, marriage rights, or whatever part of their lifestyle that they want to force on everyone).

I see a world where people are being shot and killed every day, but how dare anyone bring up the issue of stronger regulations on firearms. Oh, and did you know that Israel is this close to attacking Iran? What are the odds that we stay on the sidelines if this happens? We’re just continuing our march towards World War III. December 21st is looking more and more like an optimistic view of how long we’ll last.

Oh, and not long ago, when I lost a friend over the Daniel Tosh rape jokes, it was actually stated by someone that they always thought that my “obsession with Disney was a little off”…so apparently we live in a world where hating rape culture but liking Disney makes ME the strange one. That is one fucked up world view.

So forgive me for not posting more, and mostly just reblogging. I just have trouble seeing the positive sides of things lately. Like I said, it’s not that I’m not writing posts…I just don’t want to me that guy all the time and publish constant “this is why you suck” posts.

It’s just that the world has completely stopped making sense. Maybe I’m fooling myself to think that it ever did. I just don’t see the point anymore.

I think I’m going to queue this so that it posts a little after I go to bed. So if you reply and I don’t answer, don’t assume the worst. As I said, I’m no danger to myself or anyone else. I’m sticking around. This isn’t a cry for help, it’s just a brain dump in the hopes that it will release some of the pressure…sort of letting off some steam so I don’t emotionally explode.

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  2. ibingeonbonbons said: I understand completely where you are coming from. My husband and I both struggle with this on a daily basis, mostly because of his job where he sees the worst of the worst in the Army. LMK if you’d like to chat sometime. I have Skype.
  3. heffervizen said: I’m always here to listen, pal :)
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