Thumper
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Absolutely hate waking up in the morning?
I mean hate it as in " Oh Christ not another one!"?
This isn't something that is new either, I have felt this way since my first cognizant memory. I am wondering if there is a biological component to being happy, that maybe I am missing the "happy" gene or something. It is a feeling that is totally foreign to me, at least in the general sense. I can "enjoy" things for the brief moments they occur but an overall sense of happiness or well being eludes me. I hate my job. The things I like to do I am lousy at and the things I can do well I can't stand to do.
George Anderson, a medium, (Yes Dixon, I know, a charlatan) has stated that we exist on different planes at different times and we have the option of coming back to this plane if we need to learn something... If this is the case then I think I must have been on some wicked new drug to make we want to come here(or someone pushed me). Cause I don't like it here. Honestly I think maybe this is what it feels like to be sentenced for a crime you didn't commit.
Lest anyone think I am "feeling sorry" for myself this is not the case...my life is rather good by all standards...I have a steady job, a wife that has forgiven me more transgressions than you can find on a soap opera or capitol hill, three teen-agers that still think it is OK to be seen with me, and I am healthier and in better shape than most men my age. Out of a world of 6 billion, I figure I am better off than 5 billion 950 million others on this rock. That is why this truly baffles me...I dread waking up in the morning..I hate it...and my parents...they did this..just because "they wanted to be parents"!
No one asked me!
Damnit...
I'm done...go play.
I mean hate it as in " Oh Christ not another one!"?
This isn't something that is new either, I have felt this way since my first cognizant memory. I am wondering if there is a biological component to being happy, that maybe I am missing the "happy" gene or something. It is a feeling that is totally foreign to me, at least in the general sense. I can "enjoy" things for the brief moments they occur but an overall sense of happiness or well being eludes me. I hate my job. The things I like to do I am lousy at and the things I can do well I can't stand to do.
George Anderson, a medium, (Yes Dixon, I know, a charlatan) has stated that we exist on different planes at different times and we have the option of coming back to this plane if we need to learn something... If this is the case then I think I must have been on some wicked new drug to make we want to come here(or someone pushed me). Cause I don't like it here. Honestly I think maybe this is what it feels like to be sentenced for a crime you didn't commit.
Lest anyone think I am "feeling sorry" for myself this is not the case...my life is rather good by all standards...I have a steady job, a wife that has forgiven me more transgressions than you can find on a soap opera or capitol hill, three teen-agers that still think it is OK to be seen with me, and I am healthier and in better shape than most men my age. Out of a world of 6 billion, I figure I am better off than 5 billion 950 million others on this rock. That is why this truly baffles me...I dread waking up in the morning..I hate it...and my parents...they did this..just because "they wanted to be parents"!
No one asked me!
Damnit...
I'm done...go play.