Likes:
-real people
-sarcasm
-hardcore music
-friends
-girls
Dislikes:
-serious immaturity
-most all girls
-drugs
-people who throw life away
-judgement without explanation
-people who do the whole pc4pc crap
-people who feel really good about myspace whoring
-jealousy
In My Book Pain Pain is a good thing. When confronted with pain of any kind think of this. The worst is here and pleasure is only a breath more away. Second, when in the state of pain, think of it as the goal or path to what is really desired; that of course being pleasure. In addition, to take it even farther, think of wanting to stay in this atmosphere of pain. I say this because of the psychology that goes into to my theory. If you are in a state of pain, naturally more mental than physical, you will always know that pleasure is on the other side. But what good is that if you never get to pleasure you might say. That is where the psychology takes place. Even if you are always thinking for the better and experiencing the worst you are actually winning because by distracting your pain, in the experience state, by pleasure, in the future state, you are no longer worried about the pain because you have counter acted the negative affect. Thus gaining pleasure by limiting the pain and ultimately reaching the primary goal, pleasure.
Love It probably has to be the most sensitive subject in the world, but, at the same time, the most pursued, most worried about, and most painfully intangible belief in human existence. It can grow and it can die. It can build and it can destroy. Love, as we rightfully call this emotion, is really nothing we can describe. To even give it a title must have been hard in a day when the world was just anew and Greeks and Romans were shaping many of the words we use today. What is this arousal, if you will, that we need so much. What is it that we must have through love that will make us feel complete, full. Do we all reach for it or is it something that happens whether we are looking for it or not? What makes it “real?†When I hear about love, I hear about sappy, I love you’s and the infamous “We’ll be together forever,†or my personal favorite, “I’m going to marry you.†Does this ever really cross our minds, not the idea, but the real reality of something like that happening? Less than 2% of high school sweethearts get married and don’t divorce. Two percent! That might not be the most accurate statistic in the world, but it can’t be far off. Even if it were 9% it would still be a very small margin of chance. So what does this mean? It means don’t get attached to someone, even if they are “the one,†in high school or sometimes even college. I know by now your probably saying, “Well it’s all fun anyway and most people just want to have fun with someone else in a more personal way,†and I have an answer to that and I bet a lot of people wont agree with me. Be careful how much time you invest in someone one other than yourself during this time in your life. It is good to care for other and be aware of others lives and what not, but don’t live your life because of someone else. In simpler terms don’t live your life in spite, or in pursuit, of the interest of someone else. What happens in life happens for a reason, always. It’s hard to believe that the worst things in life happen for a reason, but they do. Love is the same way. Bad things happen in love. It wouldn’t be wonderful if there weren’t some hurt. And the truth is that whenever you ask someone if they would have it any other way, as much as they try to find another way, they can’t. Because when you don’t know, who is to tell you there was another way? You’ll never know. I personally don’t understand love or any of its dimensions. I have to say that I don’t long for it anymore. I don’t see anything wrong in this though, as I have been questioned many times, and I continue to try and understand it through others. I honestly can’t see the “truth,†in love and until I decide, if I ever do, it will remain that way. That’s how I see it.
one of the best girls in the world, life would be boring without her