I almost broke down crying in the shower this morning. WHY IS THIS MY LIFE???? Make it stop, please. So tired of everything. I don't want to breathe anymore.
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DUNCAN MACPHISH
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1994 - 2004
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1994 - 2004
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May 4, 2005
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Lori says:
That's either really sad or you had the water too hot.
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Heg says:
Wes; did you go to Germany w.w?
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Hey Wes! Per your comment on TAB's blog, I came over to say hello. Umm... does it have to be so dark in here? It's so cool though. Maybe I just answered my own question. Very unique. So anyway... please keep breathing, ok?
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Oh yes: Dark and foreboding, the more blood and guts the better.
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Are you okay? Should we be worried about you, or was that comment tongue-in-cheeK?
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Definitely not tongue-in-cheek, but don't worry -- I'm not going to do anything. I just wish I didn't feel like the only way I'll get out of this hell is in a tarnished urn.
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Yeah, I thought you'd seemed frazzled the last couple of weeks, since you went back to your old job. Is there anything we bloggers can do to help?
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Like Prozac?!
Feel better Wes. I don't mean to get all Dr. Phil on you, but this is good advice: You can't always control what happens to you, but you can ALWAYS control your attitude and how you react to the things in your life. You are in control, my friend! I know it may not seem like it, but you are. I get called a Pollyanna a lot because of my undying optimism, but in the end, that is really all any of us has to get through the tough times in life. We're all here for you if you need us, so don't hesitate to call or email if you need anything. I don't have any Prozac on hand (hee-hee), but I'll send you some St. John's Wort if you want me too! 🙂
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Not to jump down your throat, Wendy, but that advice sucks. Sure, one is free to smile and sing songs in the face of bleak and depressing things, but that won't actually improve anything. Moreover, if the person is honest with oneself, it won't even make him/her feel better about his/her situation. I spend my days smiling at people and spend the bulk of my free time (that is, the few hours a day and the one day a week that I'm not fucking working) writing for a bleeding humor website, but does that make me feel good and happy about my horrible life? Obviously not.
With the drugs comment, I was thinking more along the lines of acid, or anything to transport me into any world that is not the one in which I currently subside -- but any drug will work if you send a sufficient quantity for a fatal overdose.
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But I'm not talking about lying to yourself, Wes, I'm talking about taking stock of the sitution and choosing to focus on the good instead of the bad. I sense that you see "reality" as objective. I don't. I see reality as completely subjective. You and I could be talking to the same person and you could think that person was fascinating and I could think he/she was an asshole. Who is right? Who is wrong? Both and neither. This particular individual might be a fascinating asshole, but you are choosing to focus on the fascinating part and I am choosing to focus on the asshole part. It's all about what we choose to focus on. We are products of what we tell ourselves.
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What good?
No, seriously. What good?
When one's life is a shitty hellhole, it doesn't matter whether you focus on the shitty part or the hellhole part. It still fucking sucks.
But to the point, you write, "It?s all about what we choose to focus on. We are products of what we tell ourselves." And you're advocating focusing on the good and ignoring (to a point) the bad. So you are essentially suggesting that we lie to ourselves, since your solution is tantamount to either telling ourselves that everything is good and well when it isn't or, at the very least, telling ourselves that there's more good than bad in our lives when that isn't necessarily true. Or are you saying that there really is no such thing as good and bad -- and, perhaps, that we define these qualities for ourselves? In which case I'm pretty sure that if I were honest with myself -- if honesty has any place in this relative and subjective world -- I would still assess my current situation as sucking. I could call it good, but then good would be bad.
"Hey, my life is terrific! So teriffic that I'd like to hang myself to escape the buoyant intensity of this cornucopia of festive joy! YAY!"
Doesn't help.
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Well Wes, I am sorry that you feel that way. But my offer still stands - if you need anything, feel free to holler.
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And to think I thought Ivy Leaguers had it easy... But, seriously, is there something you know you'd rather do that you could realistically paid for? Can you find a better day job while you work on the comic?
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With your hot bod, you could become a stripper. You'd get tons of cash, get laid a lot, and get free drinks to boot!
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That sweet Wedy must be an exotic dancer, cool.
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No, but I used to date one. 😉
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