I hate coming up with titles 

I stopped taking my medication about a week ago. I didn’t like it at all. Yes, it worked, I didn’t feel as down as often. But I also wasn’t feeling good either. It was like my mood just kind of flatlined. I wasn’t happy, or sad, I just was.

I don’t want to live like that. What is the fucking point in living like that. Just merely existing. Not feeling anything. Ew.

The instruction leaflet that came with the box said not to immediately cease taking them unless the doctor says. I thought about that nicoret add. How it talks about cutting down and then stopping. So I snapped them in half for a couple days and then stopped. Close enough.

I did freak out for a while. I thought maybe I would go spiralling down into some crazy depression pit that I would never get out of.

But I haven’t yet. That’s a good thing.

I am still keeping my appointment with the psychologist. I really want to talk it out. But I didn’t like the idea of just medicating away my depression. I feel like this for a reason. I feel like this because I don’t like the way the world works, the way society works, the way people work.

Maybe I should just be greatful. I am lucky. I could have been born into a war torn country. Or one of those countries where they stone eachother to death for witchcraft and homosexuality or other random shit. or one where people starve to death and clean drinking water doesn’t exist. Or one where child soldiers are the norm, etc.

It’s a toss up between hell on earth, or just plain shit.

I was lucky enough to be born into a place where we have so much that 8 billion dollars worth of completely edible food goes to trash every year. A place where welfare recipients, drug addicts and homeless and generally considered the lowest of the low, whilst there are people who could baisicly end world hunger by emptying out the change in their pockets, but don’t, and they are respected and idolised.Here I have the opurtunity to work for 40 hours per week for 60 or so years, to allow me to obtain more shit than the cunts I went to high school with.  so I can buy shit produced by those countries where people don’t fucking eat, to keep up with fashion and what not, and say ” I worked hard, I earned this ridiculously oversized house and inbuilt car seat warmers so my ass doesn’t ever have to touch my cold leather seat. cold leather seats are for peasants”. All the while everyone’s bombing the fuck out of eachother because land ownership, God, and profitable wars are things.

Look, If people want clean drinking water they should just fucking work hard like me. Bludgers..

Anyway, apart from all that, things have been pretty positive lately.

I needed more stuff to do so I wasn’t sitting around thinking all the time. So I got myself a skateboard. I fixed up my old skate shoes with supplies from our first aid kid, MCgyver style, and I have been having so much fun on it. Just cruising up and down the esplanade for a few hours. I think I pulled a muscle in my ass though. Also my foot was getting some really sharp pains in it. I dunno

I’m also currently trying to learn computer code. I’m not entirely sure why yet. I just seen a thing on the internet about how Obama apparently said everyone should know how to code. I’m not gonna argue with Obama.

It’s actually really fun. Very challenging, but it provides me with multiple epiphany moments every time I do it. Because of stupid shit like forgetting to capitalise a letter. After spending an hour searching for my mistake.. BANG.. I’m totally a genius.

Tomorrow, I will attempt to do my favourite thing in the entire world.

I’m going to try quit again.

Wish me luck people. We all know I really need it.

language warning

In today’s blog, i would like share something with you all. it is a piece of wisdom that i like to think i obtained a long time ago. its might be hard for some people to accept. but i wholeheartedly believe it to be true. If everyone on the planet would just follow this one piece of advice, the world would become a much better place.

Are you ready?

Here we go…

“You don’t have to be a cunt…”

Revolutionary stuff hey?

Even if you don’t particularly like someone. you don’t have to be a cunt to them. you can just not like them in your own head and continue about your day without being a piece of shit. I know it sounds crazy, but its true.

Now i know some of you might be thinking “what the fuck are you talking about Nathan, of course i need to be a cunt. How else will people know that they are shit and that i am better than them?”
But that’s the thing. It doesn’t matter if you are a scrubby shitkicker like me, or some highly respected ‘sir’ with fat bank account. it does not give you the right to treat others like shit.

I really struggle to understand why some people are just constantly assholes, day in, day out. There is no need for it… Ever. Why do people feel the need to just fucking break others down. Does it make them feel better about themselves? Is it how they were raised? do they get off on it or something?

You don’t know what is going on in another persons life. you don’t know what is going on in another persons head. they could be severely depressed, their dog may have just died, their car might have broken on the way to work. Then they come across some fuckwit who decides they are going to be a fuckwit simply because they feel like being a fuckwit.

A few small words of encouragement or praise can go a long way. I would love to be in a position where my words and actions could make someones day. yet so many people just choose to use their power or status to simply wave their dick around.

It is really starting to do my head in.
That’s fucking primary school stuff!  Everyone should know how to not be a fucking dingleberry by now. Full grown adults who don’t know how to behave like fucking adults.

I understand the irony of this post. I sound like a bit of a cunt myself. but god dammit What the actual fuck is wrong with people…