"Face It"

Face it life simply doesn’t have the zest it did when you were a teenager. Back than when you left your house on a weekend night there was magic in the air. Anything was possible many memories were made, and there was always a new experience.

Face it, your job really sucks and feels like it is sucking the life out of you. The money you make isn’t worth every once of happiness being sucked out of you. Even if your job does pay well its likely that you have found it routine and boring. You feel very mechanical in your dealings at the work place. Like a robot.

Face it nothing exciting is going to happen this weekend. You will sit around with you friends and realize that you can’t agree on a single thing to do. Perhaps you will sit there in a room staring at one another. Unless you choice to stay home alone without any other humans around. You stay home wishing harm upon everyone that is out for the night.

Face it you are miserable. Very few minutes of your daily routine are worth living. Mere rays of sunshine slicing through nothing but darkness and despair. Perhaps it’s a good meal on your lunch at work, but quickly its time to clock back in an revert back to an expressionless zombie. Maybe it’s the time you spend with some one you care about, but the monster of misery looms for you mere hours again when that time passes.

Face it the older you get the more ordinary your life will become. The least likely you are to make a difference in anyone’s life. In fact the apparent goal of humanity seems to be finding another human in exchange for dropping everyone else in your life. Than out of obligation or in a vein attempt to fill a biologically implanted void you procreate and whiteness your off spring’s descend into misery. One who will likely grow up with little respect for you or utter hatred directed towards you.

Face it most people that you come into contact with are sizing you up in one way or another to take advantage of you for their benefit. The older you get the more unforgiving they become. Whether or not it is promotion, a person’s affection or the person is merely sale person reducing you to a dollar sign for a faceless corporation that signs your paycheck. One that will disown you if you don’t properly scam the innocent.

Face it what you do while on Earth is vastly insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Your influence on this earth is likely as meaning full as a paper bag blowing in the wind. Just go out and interact with people. Go to the mall and take notice. People are either A. Miserable B. Put off by your kindness because they think you should join the miserable bandwagon. C. Are nice to you for their own personal gain taking advantage of your good nature. From the bitchy sales person at Sears, to the jerk-off calling your house at dinner to try to force you to buy something, to the rich tycoon who tries to fill a void by purchasing meaningless positions. They only thing there people have in common is the story of their lives will all end with them becoming a corpse.

Face it you can’t wait to die. If want to see how your misery rates against others go here. This link inspired me to write this article.

http://www.mymiserablelife.com/

Note to Readers: Don't take the content of this page too seriously. It is mainly a tribute to the old message board. It is not a suicide not or anything.