Thursday, September 17, 2009

Coward

You are. You have no drive. You get these ideas, and you're just too scared to follow through. Sure, you've got some pretty good intentions. But you're too afraid. You're afraid to leave your comfort zone. Mommy's womb and daddy's house would be too far away if you were to actually do anything with your life.

You surround yourself with people who you think are interesting, that are "cool" and that you consider role models. When in fact, they're the very dregs that you yourself are turning into. Maybe you were like them all along, but no one would ever know, right? It's not like you haven't given up every time shit got hard before. Why go ahead and start your life when there's so much comfort and convenience at your fingertips? You have a driver, a meal ticket, a constant supply of sex and attention. Why would you ever need to do anything for yourself, anyway? Seems so very far fetched for you. Ironically, no one actually respects you. You "try" so hard, and yet at the end of the day, how much did you accomplish? How much did you do to better another person's life that you didn't even know? How much money did you make, and what did you spend it on?

Absolutely nothing. Because you're a waste of life, and you know it, but you'll go on dancing through life because you feel as though you're entitled to everything without having to do ANY of the work. You also don't care how many peoples lives you ruin, how many people you have to step on, how much pain you inflict. As long as you get what you want, and it comes easily, you just don't give a flying fuck. You're content riding your couch for the rest of your life.

I find that completely pathetic, and ironic. Lots of talk, and no action. Then again, you always were great with talking and not actually following through with anything that you say, or promise, or start out to do. You don't even try being yourself anymore. It's so much easier to just put on this "impressive" asshole attitude and "impress" people with your stoic douche bag behavior.

Then again, you were the best at pretending to be yourself. The role you'd receive an Oscar for would be the one you play as "yourself". When people realize that you're really just a lot of smoke and mirrors, and that you're really not that great of a person, they realize that you're only pretending to get what you want..

What a pity.

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