Lennonism
October 2nd, 2008, 12:50 AM
I've come to the realization that my current course of life has no benefits.
At first, like every other kid, I wanted to be famous. Then I slowly came to realize and accept that that wasn't going to happen. As typical as this sounds, I dread having a normal life. I mean, who cares? At first I figured I would just fall in love and get children or whatever and it would be alright, but I'm starting to think I don't really want that. Who's going to miss me when I die? My children, of course, and perhaps my grandchildren, but what about when they die?
I'm starting to lose my will to succeed. The only thing that has kept me in line so far has been fear of punishment. Fear of the principal, fear of my parents, etc. But, what's the point in life? It's not like there's any reward for being good. I've only had one teacher who has said "Thanks for not being a pain in the ass." The rest of them are too pre-occupied telling the bad kids that they need to turn away from their wicked ways.
A lot of the staff at this school seem to be bastards that don't know how to have fun. I have seen staff members literally become ENRAGED at simply being late for class. Like, slam-your-fist-into-the-desk angry (They didn't actually do that, but I wouldn't put it passed them). It's like they have no lives, so they're busy telling us how to live ours. It's my problem if I'm late for class or if I don't do my homework, not theirs.
Lately I've begun hoping that the economy would crash so people would start rioting and I could go loot buildings or shoot people or whatever. I'd rather go out with a bang than with a whimper. I mean, there's no point in life besides have babies so we can keep existing. It's like we exist just to exist. And no, I don't believe in Christianity or anything like that. I don't think an all-perfect being is going to come down from heaven one day and make sure everyone gets what they deserve.
Is there something wrong with me? Is this normal?
At first, like every other kid, I wanted to be famous. Then I slowly came to realize and accept that that wasn't going to happen. As typical as this sounds, I dread having a normal life. I mean, who cares? At first I figured I would just fall in love and get children or whatever and it would be alright, but I'm starting to think I don't really want that. Who's going to miss me when I die? My children, of course, and perhaps my grandchildren, but what about when they die?
I'm starting to lose my will to succeed. The only thing that has kept me in line so far has been fear of punishment. Fear of the principal, fear of my parents, etc. But, what's the point in life? It's not like there's any reward for being good. I've only had one teacher who has said "Thanks for not being a pain in the ass." The rest of them are too pre-occupied telling the bad kids that they need to turn away from their wicked ways.
A lot of the staff at this school seem to be bastards that don't know how to have fun. I have seen staff members literally become ENRAGED at simply being late for class. Like, slam-your-fist-into-the-desk angry (They didn't actually do that, but I wouldn't put it passed them). It's like they have no lives, so they're busy telling us how to live ours. It's my problem if I'm late for class or if I don't do my homework, not theirs.
Lately I've begun hoping that the economy would crash so people would start rioting and I could go loot buildings or shoot people or whatever. I'd rather go out with a bang than with a whimper. I mean, there's no point in life besides have babies so we can keep existing. It's like we exist just to exist. And no, I don't believe in Christianity or anything like that. I don't think an all-perfect being is going to come down from heaven one day and make sure everyone gets what they deserve.
Is there something wrong with me? Is this normal?