It may be said that I am not a fan of moderation.

I don't really do moderation.

I don't particularly like moderation.

In fact, as far as I'm concerned, life is much too short for moderation. I mean if we're going to die anyway, what's the point of preserving our selves, just so we will have longer to live miserable existences as old disabled pickled prunes? I really don't understand it.
In fact the only real thing in life that makes much sense to me at the moment is the words of this man, right here.


Seriously he's a genius of our time. Have a read here of these lyrics...

"If we are here not to do
What you and I wanna do
And go forever crazy with it
Why the hell are we even here?

There was never any good old days
They are today, they are tomorrow
It's a stupid thing we say
Cursing tomorrow with sorrow

Steppin' on the trail of Ultimate
I would never choose to die
so give me rest of all the secrets
give me new culture of life"

I think it's ridiculous - everyone's always sprouting out bullshit like "Live like there's no tomorrow, Love like you've never been hurt, Dance like no one' watching" and “Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today.”, and I mean fair do's to James Dean, who said the second quote, but most people NEVER apply this really.
They don't.
They think "Ohh that sounds nice, maybe I'll quote it on my myspace, so people see what an open mind I have"
It's bullshit. Everyone nowadays are scared of what other people think of them. They don't always say what they think and do what they want because they're scared people will laugh at them.
That man up there, Mr Eugene Hutz get's laughed at all the time, I mean, for godsake, he's a skinny mustachioed Ukrainian gypsy-punk, of course he gets stared and laughed at, but he laughs and dances and crowd-surfs on drums and walks around in stiletto’s all the same.
And I can't stand it when people are snide about this sort of thing. It's much easier to be critical of someone doing something bazaar and original while it's still fresh then to suddenly think they're awesome as soon as all your friends do, rather than making yourself vulnerable to, standing up for something you really believe in and growing a pair.
I don't like the idea having a big career either. I mean sure I'd like to be rich, but if that means slaving my guts out and wasting the precious time I have, when I could be out having absolutely amazing mind-blowingly fun and awesome experiences, what's the point. It's a cliché but money doesn’t buy happiness. It really doesn't.
Without my friends and family and love I'd be freaking no where. I mean don't get me wrong, money is good, but as far as I'm concerned, as long as I've got enough for some new clothes every once in a while, a roof over my head, some food in my tummy and perhaps also fair amounts of alcohol, I really do believe I'd be satisfied. I can get jobs, I can save money when I want to get nice things or go somewhere in particular.
I mean I tried the normal way, I swear to you I tried it. For years I tried it. I did what other people wanted, what I thought I should be doing as opposed to what made me happy, before sinking into a series of various stages of depression, and almost driving myself fuckin mad.
And so now I do what I want. I want to be a singer and I do that. Not professionally yet of course, but I believe in myself enough to see it as an actual possibility.
When I want to skank with my friends in public I will do it.
When I want to cry, that's what I do and I find that it is possible to say what I think while keeping some tact. Well just a little bit.
I dunno. I don't really understand religion. I was brought up a Roman Catholic, which probably fucked with my head one way or another. I'm not sure I really buy it nowadays, which seemed a shame at first, I mean, everyone needs something to believe in, so I have to say I was more than relieved when I found my gypsy morals and discovered Mr Hutz's Supertheory of Supereverything.
I mean, tbh, I don't know a lot, I'm apparently in the "Top 10%" in Britain, for getting 8 A's at GCSE, but I can accept that I really have very little common sense, but one thing that does make sense is enjoying however much life your given, rather than sitting round complaining about it all the time.

ahhhh
Rant over.

So,
what do you think we're here for? I mean, it makes sense that you'd live for what makes you happy. But what makes you happy?

That's the problem, you know. Not a matter of doing what you want or doing what you're told. You do what you want. Some people just don't know WHAT they want.

So, what about you?
» middaymoon on 2008-02-22 06:44:07

yes, yes, middaymoon, I want to know as well. I like your attitude. What is your purpose? What are your long-term goals? What kind of person would you like to be?
» Zanzibar on 2008-02-23 12:57:03

Haha - I've no idea what we're here for. Why do we have do be here for a reason in the first place? As far as religion goes now I'm pretty agnostic, so I don't have a clue.
And what I want from life is happiness and freedom and fun. Those are my long term goals.
And who I want to be? I don't know...myself? I can hardly be much else.
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» velvet-girl on 2008-02-23 01:04:59

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