- Rob
- Single
- 24
- Flint, Mi
- My skateboard is an extension of my feet
- Musician/Guitarist/pianist
- Old school RPG fan
- Certified "Castlevaniac"
Welcome.
These are my adventures in Boredom Land.
The only rule in Boredom Land
is to forget that you are bored and enjoy yourself.
I tried to get my guitar to work, broke 3 strings, out of strings now. out of strings. out of money. out of ideas.
and to top it off I don’t leave the house. I don’t feel a need to leave. There’s nothing out there, nothing for me. I can’t go out. I can’t go skateboarding or running or disc golfing. Those things require that I have food to eat. Hell I tried to implement a work out regimen but after two days I didn’t have anymore food and couldn’t stop my body from hurting because it is void of the nutrition it needs. And to top it off my bastard brother made my sister cry and was stomping around like a god damn child tonight, testing my fucking patience, making me feel even more fucking trapped. I can’t go out because there is nowhere to go. I’m trapped in this cold room that is the size of a jail cell. Tormented by my failing dreams and my inability to do anything about it. Taunted by musical instrument that don’t work, don’t tune, don’t turn on anymore. You name the problem I’ve dealt with it. In the last two years I’ve haven’t had an electric guitar to play. I used to record a new song every day, up until 2010 when that ended and my guitar broke and I have not the money or the resources to remedy this problem. I have literally no assets. I do not pay bills. Hell I don’t even pay for the internet lest it wouldn’t be on if it was my choice, it’s unnecessary and I wish my parents would stop paying for it. But they can’t live without television. I live to loathe that fucking idiot box and everyone who worships it. People physically effected by some fictional melodrama. I’d rather peel my own skin off than live like that. Instead i am miserable because I have nothing that I care for except for my ability to create music. I can be alone as long I can create music. I don’t care if people hear it, I don’t care if I work with other musicians. i do not care. I push everyone away. I don’t need positive reassurance. I don’t need people to tell me I am good at this and good at that. I know this, I don’t need anyone to tell me shit like that to make me feel better because it does not. The only things that make me happy are a tuned guitar and a hot meal. Anything other then that I don’t care about. I don’t need to be told I should see a doctor or seek medication. I am perfectly sane, more sane than people who live as they are told and don’t question every little thing we do. Why do you do the things you do? Because society tells you to? Because it’s the norm? or because your too fucking stupid to think otherwise? Fuck everything that people do. Fuck movies for profit and music for profit and all this artificial bullshit people throw their money at.I don’t care about that. Fuck getting degrees that prove my intelligence. Fuck working in industries that I do not support. I reject it all. If it weren’t for the love I have for my parents and for my family I would honestly kill myself or other people and wouldn’t have to rant on and on about how I want to. Because I know that I can’t take much more of this life or this internet blog bullshit, superficial fairy-tale fucking world we live in. I once told one of my last few friends that I would rather slit my own throat than have to steal and cheat for what I want/need. He told me my priorities were not straight, maybe, maybe not but my beliefs don’t change. This is how I’ve always felt but I choose to stay silent because it’s easier than having to explain myself. Why should I? But as I’ve said I don’t care about anyone else’s opinion, I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to talk over the internet. I don’t care. I got some messages but i’m not even going to look at them because I reject this as my reality and I do not care. I’m not angry, I’m not violent, I am not depressed nor suicidal but I am a person who doesn’t know how to function in society, don’t want to function in society and never have. If you’ve read all this you shouldn’t have. Don’t bother. Just because I was born into this world doesn’t mean I want or have to live by societal standards. No. Fuck that reality and fuck any reality I have to fake. I just don’t care and the only reason I blog this is because it helps and is easier than talking to a brick wall or taking my aggression out with anger on a brick wall. Maybe by getting it out it will be easier to deal but not likely, nothing ever changes.
If you’ve got my phone number sure text me if you’d like, I won’t be an asshole to you and I won’t be a complete dick like I come off as on here to you either but I’m done with this internet shit. Over. Pointless. I will quit everything that brings me happiness or joy because then it can’t bring my pain and anguish.
where are those save the music type people?
I’m one of the most musically talented people I know (I don’t think so but everyone tells me so) and I don’t even have an instrument to play. Talk about wasted fucking talent. I can’t even listen to music because I have an uncontrollable urge to play music when I do.
There is simply no other thing I care about in this world, nothing. I don’t care about movies, I don’t care about video games, I don’t care about personal relations, I don’t care about sexual relations, I don’t care about space exploration…you get the point. For the record I am just talking to myself right now and don’t give a fuck about anyone else’s opinion.
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my reasons I hate being are about the same as a girls sans the period and not because I don’t like dealing with women or people as this thing would state. Whoever made this is probably fucking stupid and twelve years old.
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I thought I saw a bobcat
it was just a normal cat. His name might have been bob but I doubt it. It was a cool cat. It would be nice if I could own a cat but I can not.
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I will not apologize for wanting to kill myself
Life does not “work” for me and it doesn’t work for anyone around me. everyone tries their hardest and life just shovels more shit on them. My dreams are unattainable, out of reach and feel hopeless. How many days can I dig the same hole only for the rain to come and fill it back up again? Sooner or later the reason I began is clouded by the aggravation of nothing ever working right. I’m starved, I can’t afford food, I can’t afford musical instrument that aren’t cheap and ineffective.
I’m tired of it all. Don’t anyone tell me not to kill myself unless you plan on slitting my throat for me.
my brother is smart but he’s an idiot
You don’t leave Utorrent running when a) you’re not downloading anything and b) you’re not even home. Comcast does limit our monthly bandwidth allowance and leaving that shit running is like leaving the tap running, that is if the tap had a limited amount of water. Not a great analogy but that’s irrelevant. Also my brother doesn’t know I have a blog so this whole post was unnecessary.
Edit: I should also note that he has about 30 movies seeding….
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Reblog if you like to drink tea.
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While much of the plot for Ridley Scott’s upcoming film, Prometheus, still remains a mystery, Michael Fassbender’s teaser as David in “viral video #3” has captivated (and rightly so) the internet over the last 24 hours.
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All I hear constantly is the static electric hum of machines polluting the air, polluting my brainwaves.
It is truly an unhealthy sound. It causes my brain confusion. I’ve begun to tire of these things that surround me, this constant static/electromagnet net that surrounds me and passes through me, disrupting my inner being.
It is a part of the disharmony that we all live with but most disregard as commonplace, therefore acceptable. It is a part of the disharmony that keeps us separated from our spirituality. Note that spirituality has nothing to do with religion, nor god, nor the devil, nor any other man-made belief system. No, spirituality is what exists after you remove all those things, it’s the clarity, the link with the unknown.
The world we live in doesn’t facilitate this forgotten need we all have, a need to feel connected to the spiritual world as we once were in the past. Most of us our completely unaware of this need but there is always a need in our minds for something that we can’t explain, because it is apart of who we are. Our ancient ancestors knew this…and then over generation and generation it was forgotten, set aside and replaced with selfish desire. And so the mighty always fall when the link to spirituality is lost and replaced with lesser desires. Where once we were connected spiritually, with each other and with the Earth, now we are separated and will likely die alone, not in our selfish mentalities but something beyond that.
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كلما ازدادت ثقافة المرء ازداد بؤسه
The wiser a human is, the more miserable he is.
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jalapeno krunchers are seriously spicy
Like face sweating spicy. I might as well go eat some actual jalapenos now.
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