Thread: What in life do you think about most?

For me it would have to be a tie between vaginas and searching for God. Tug of war...

My future

Originally Posted by KelJu

My future

That's a great thing to concentrate on...

What I am going to do in the next hour or so...

(All other things have a lower percentage of importance)

All the worthless whores I should not have ever talked too.

Sometimes the future, sometimes the past, the present when something exciting is happening and everything all the time.

Originally Posted by SuperFlex

That's a great thing to concentrate on...

Very stealthy sarcasm. I didn't say I enjoyed thinking about it, I just said that is what I think about. I am always thinking about becoming someone else, being a different person, or at least transforming into something that is completely unrecognizable from anything I have even been. I imagine what I will become if I stick the path I have laid out before me. I think about what I will be if I alter the coarse. I imagine giving up everything I love and hitchhiking across the world and being a bum. I think about what my life will be like when I have established my career. I hope that my mental glitches go away as I age, or at least I gain enough wisdom to control them. I think of death and whether my energy will return to the earth and be reconstructed into a new being, maybe a tree. I would like to be a Red Oak, or a cat. I would really like to be a cat. I often wonder if my insanity is punishment for things I did in a previous life. Than I remember that I promised myself to not think about afterlives and or god anymore. I use to think about God 8 hours a day. I thought about god and begged him for direction or at least an acknowledgement that he was even there and I got nothing.
To be honest, I hate god with more passion than anyone who has ever hated him before me. I hate god so much that typing this sentence is causing my heart to beat out of my chest.
Today I was thinking about how pathetic the emo fashion thing is. There are real kids out there that are fucked up in the head, but nobody gives a shit. Oh that’s just another one of those emo kids. Well you never know which one of the emo kids is plotting another Columbine. Some of us are nuts.
My insanity has provided me with a perspective few people have seen. There are doors in my mind that I can't shut. I just wanted to be normal. It’s pretty interesting to not be normal, but it is very lonely. As a self defense mechanism, I guess my brain has decided that I do not want to be around people when the fact of the matter is I never was good around people in the first place. I have always been that kid that is nuts.
What good are self defense mechanisms if I am completely aware of what is taking place? I analyze my mind way too much. I am always trying to figure out this why I think this war or why I think that way. I am already trying to make some profound observation, but I change my mind everyday. Nothing ever sticks to the wall. Why does authority piss me off? They are still telling stories about me back home. The only thing that made me happy when I was young was the destruction of structure. I didn’t want structure I wanted chaos. I am the happiest I have ever been when watching hurricane Katrina as hit the gulf coast. I was watching trees and shit fly by my head. I was walking around in it until a green pinecone nailed me upside my head. I enjoyed the destruction and I respected the storms power. I am sorry about the people who were killed and lost jobs and property, but that isn’t going to take away my love of the storm.

The demon monkeys fly around in my head and never let me sleep.
I quit smoking pot yesterday and I am pissed. The real world sucks.

Originally Posted by ForemanRules

All the worthless whores I should not have ever talked too.

Forget those witches...or burn through them..............

Originally Posted by ForemanRules

All the worthless whores I should not have ever talked too.

I met a cute girl at the gym today (nice)

Originally Posted by The Monkey Man

I met a cute girl at the gym today (nice)

Did she have a nice ass? Wait, God wouldn't like that...

Originally Posted by SuperFlex

Did she have a nice ass? Wait, God wouldn't like that...

She had a nice everything

unless your definition of nice boobs=big boobs

Originally Posted by KelJu

Very stealthy sarcasm. I didn't say I enjoyed thinking about it, I just said that is what I think about. I am always thinking about becoming someone else, being a different person, or at least transforming into something that is completely unrecognizable from anything I have even been. I imagine what I will become if I stick the path I have laid out before me. I think about what I will be if I alter the coarse. I imagine giving up everything I love and hitchhiking across the world and being a bum. I think about what my life will be like when I have established my career. I hope that my mental glitches go away as I age, or at least I gain enough wisdom to control them. I think of death and whether my energy will return to the earth and be reconstructed into a new being, maybe a tree. I would like to be a Red Oak, or a cat. I would really like to be a cat. I often wonder if my insanity is punishment for things I did in a previous life. Than I remember that I promised myself to not think about afterlives and or god anymore. I use to think about God 8 hours a day. I thought about god and begged him for direction or at least an acknowledgement that he was even there and I got nothing.
To be honest, I hate god with more passion than anyone who has ever hated him before me. I hate god so much that typing this sentence is causing my heart to beat out of my chest.
Today I was thinking about how pathetic the emo fashion thing is. There are real kids out there that are fucked up in the head, but nobody gives a shit. Oh that’s just another one of those emo kids. Well you never know which one of the emo kids is plotting another Columbine. Some of us are nuts.
My insanity has provided me with a perspective few people have seen. There are doors in my mind that I can't shut. I just wanted to be normal. It’s pretty interesting to not be normal, but it is very lonely. As a self defense mechanism, I guess my brain has decided that I do not want to be around people when the fact of the matter is I never was good around people in the first place. I have always been that kid that is nuts.
What good are self defense mechanisms if I am completely aware of what is taking place? I analyze my mind way too much. I am always trying to figure out this why I think this war or why I think that way. I am already trying to make some profound observation, but I change my mind everyday. Nothing ever sticks to the wall. Why does authority piss me off? They are still telling stories about me back home. The only thing that made me happy when I was young was the destruction of structure. I didn’t want structure I wanted chaos. I am the happiest I have ever been when watching hurricane Katrina as hit the gulf coast. I was watching trees and shit fly by my head. I was walking around in it until a green pinecone nailed me upside my head. I enjoyed the destruction and I respected the storms power. I am sorry about the people who were killed and lost jobs and property, but that isn’t going to take away my love of the storm.

The demon monkeys fly around in my head and never let me sleep.
I quit smoking pot yesterday and I am pissed. The real world sucks.

Hang in there man. Hopefully one day soon everything will begin to fall into place for you.

I can relate to some of what you've expressed. Somewhere you belong... The tricky thing is choosing the right side of that coin...

Originally Posted by The Monkey Man

She had a nice everything

unless your definition of nice boobs=big boobs

quality...not quantity...

Originally Posted by SuperFlex

quality...not quantity...

God forgive him...

Originally Posted by KelJu

Very stealthy sarcasm. I didn't say I enjoyed thinking about it, I just said that is what I think about. I am always thinking about becoming someone else, being a different person, or at least transforming into something that is completely unrecognizable from anything I have even been. I imagine what I will become if I stick the path I have laid out before me. I think about what I will be if I alter the coarse. I imagine giving up everything I love and hitchhiking across the world and being a bum. I think about what my life will be like when I have established my career. I hope that my mental glitches go away as I age, or at least I gain enough wisdom to control them. I think of death and whether my energy will return to the earth and be reconstructed into a new being, maybe a tree. I would like to be a Red Oak, or a cat. I would really like to be a cat. I often wonder if my insanity is punishment for things I did in a previous life. Than I remember that I promised myself to not think about afterlives and or god anymore. I use to think about God 8 hours a day. I thought about god and begged him for direction or at least an acknowledgement that he was even there and I got nothing.
To be honest, I hate god with more passion than anyone who has ever hated him before me. I hate god so much that typing this sentence is causing my heart to beat out of my chest.
Today I was thinking about how pathetic the emo fashion thing is. There are real kids out there that are fucked up in the head, but nobody gives a shit. Oh that’s just another one of those emo kids. Well you never know which one of the emo kids is plotting another Columbine. Some of us are nuts.
My insanity has provided me with a perspective few people have seen. There are doors in my mind that I can't shut. I just wanted to be normal. It’s pretty interesting to not be normal, but it is very lonely. As a self defense mechanism, I guess my brain has decided that I do not want to be around people when the fact of the matter is I never was good around people in the first place. I have always been that kid that is nuts.
What good are self defense mechanisms if I am completely aware of what is taking place? I analyze my mind way too much. I am always trying to figure out this why I think this war or why I think that way. I am already trying to make some profound observation, but I change my mind everyday. Nothing ever sticks to the wall. Why does authority piss me off? They are still telling stories about me back home. The only thing that made me happy when I was young was the destruction of structure. I didn’t want structure I wanted chaos. I am the happiest I have ever been when watching hurricane Katrina as hit the gulf coast. I was watching trees and shit fly by my head. I was walking around in it until a green pinecone nailed me upside my head. I enjoyed the destruction and I respected the storms power. I am sorry about the people who were killed and lost jobs and property, but that isn’t going to take away my love of the storm.

The demon monkeys fly around in my head and never let me sleep.
I quit smoking pot yesterday and I am pissed. The real world sucks.

Damn, I can totally understand all of that. Like totally!

I would say more on the topic but I have class tommarow morning....

Originally Posted by fufu

I would say more on the topic but I have class tommarow morning....

I think kenwood just didn't want to have to ride the bus... Can you give him a ride?

Originally Posted by The Monkey Man

I met a cute girl at the gym today (nice)

Idiot...she will own you, just hit it and get the F out

Originally Posted by The Monkey Man

I met a cute girl at the gym today (nice)

liar.!!

Originally Posted by KelJu

Very stealthy sarcasm. I didn't say I enjoyed thinking about it, I just said that is what I think about. I am always thinking about becoming someone else, being a different person, or at least transforming into something that is completely unrecognizable from anything I have even been. I imagine what I will become if I stick the path I have laid out before me. I think about what I will be if I alter the coarse. I imagine giving up everything I love and hitchhiking across the world and being a bum. I think about what my life will be like when I have established my career. I hope that my mental glitches go away as I age, or at least I gain enough wisdom to control them. I think of death and whether my energy will return to the earth and be reconstructed into a new being, maybe a tree. I would like to be a Red Oak, or a cat. I would really like to be a cat. I often wonder if my insanity is punishment for things I did in a previous life. Than I remember that I promised myself to not think about afterlives and or god anymore. I use to think about God 8 hours a day. I thought about god and begged him for direction or at least an acknowledgement that he was even there and I got nothing.
To be honest, I hate god with more passion than anyone who has ever hated him before me. I hate god so much that typing this sentence is causing my heart to beat out of my chest.
Today I was thinking about how pathetic the emo fashion thing is. There are real kids out there that are fucked up in the head, but nobody gives a shit. Oh that’s just another one of those emo kids. Well you never know which one of the emo kids is plotting another Columbine. Some of us are nuts.
My insanity has provided me with a perspective few people have seen. There are doors in my mind that I can't shut. I just wanted to be normal. It’s pretty interesting to not be normal, but it is very lonely. As a self defense mechanism, I guess my brain has decided that I do not want to be around people when the fact of the matter is I never was good around people in the first place. I have always been that kid that is nuts.

dude, i'm sure many can relate to many of those thing. hell i know you just described a lot of my thought patterns and although i can't help you with most the whole god thing i have a suggestion for.

the reason you hate god and he never revealed himself to you is because god (or as i have come to call the idea of god, transcendent energy) does not exist in the judeo-christian sense. Pick up a book called "The Power of Myth" by Joseph Campbell. Dude has opened up a whole new world to me. i have been questioning god a lot lately but his ideas make a lot of sense. too much to go into but get the book and check it out i'm sure you will be happy with it.

Originally Posted by SuperFlex

I think kenwood just didn't want to have to ride the bus... Can you give him a ride?

lol i didnt like riding the bus it was a fucking 90min bus ride . Was boring as hell. i got kicked off the bus alot lol.

Originally Posted by KelJu

Very stealthy sarcasm. I didn't say I enjoyed thinking about it, I just said that is what I think about. I am always thinking about becoming someone else, being a different person, or at least transforming into something that is completely unrecognizable from anything I have even been. I imagine what I will become if I stick the path I have laid out before me. I think about what I will be if I alter the coarse. I imagine giving up everything I love and hitchhiking across the world and being a bum. I think about what my life will be like when I have established my career. I hope that my mental glitches go away as I age, or at least I gain enough wisdom to control them. I think of death and whether my energy will return to the earth and be reconstructed into a new being, maybe a tree. I would like to be a Red Oak, or a cat. I would really like to be a cat. I often wonder if my insanity is punishment for things I did in a previous life. Than I remember that I promised myself to not think about afterlives and or god anymore. I use to think about God 8 hours a day. I thought about god and begged him for direction or at least an acknowledgement that he was even there and I got nothing.
To be honest, I hate god with more passion than anyone who has ever hated him before me. I hate god so much that typing this sentence is causing my heart to beat out of my chest.
Today I was thinking about how pathetic the emo fashion thing is. There are real kids out there that are fucked up in the head, but nobody gives a shit. Oh that’s just another one of those emo kids. Well you never know which one of the emo kids is plotting another Columbine. Some of us are nuts.
My insanity has provided me with a perspective few people have seen. There are doors in my mind that I can't shut. I just wanted to be normal. It’s pretty interesting to not be normal, but it is very lonely. As a self defense mechanism, I guess my brain has decided that I do not want to be around people when the fact of the matter is I never was good around people in the first place. I have always been that kid that is nuts.
What good are self defense mechanisms if I am completely aware of what is taking place? I analyze my mind way too much. I am always trying to figure out this why I think this war or why I think that way. I am already trying to make some profound observation, but I change my mind everyday. Nothing ever sticks to the wall. Why does authority piss me off? They are still telling stories about me back home. The only thing that made me happy when I was young was the destruction of structure. I didn’t want structure I wanted chaos. I am the happiest I have ever been when watching hurricane Katrina as hit the gulf coast. I was watching trees and shit fly by my head. I was walking around in it until a green pinecone nailed me upside my head. I enjoyed the destruction and I respected the storms power. I am sorry about the people who were killed and lost jobs and property, but that isn’t going to take away my love of the storm.

The demon monkeys fly around in my head and never let me sleep.
I quit smoking pot yesterday and I am pissed. The real world sucks.

dude, just know that your not the only one. Maybe that helps a bit!!

The way I see it, no one is normal. People are good at hiding. Hiding their flaws and differences. They try to be like the 'norm' because the 'norm' is cool and that's the way to be.

Fuk all that. Be who you wanna be. And who gives a flying fuk about what others think.




Quitting weed is a good start bro. It's gonna suk ass at first, but you should see how badass life can be when your minds clear and you don't have to depend on a substance to feel good. Feeling good can be as simple as controlling your mind state.

Originally Posted by kenwood

lol i didnt like riding the bus it was a fucking 90min bus ride . Was boring as hell. i got kicked off the bus alot lol.

Damn man, 90 minutes!?!

Originally Posted by viet_jon

dude, just know that your not the only one. Maybe that helps a bit!!

The way I see it, no one is normal. People are good at hiding. Hiding their flaws and differences. They try to be like the 'norm' because the 'norm' is cool and that's the way to be.

Fuk all that. Be who you wanna be. And who gives a flying fuk about what others think.




Quitting weed is a good start bro. It's gonna suk ass at first, but you should see how badass life can be when your minds clear and you don't have to depend on a substance to feel good. Feeling good can be as simple as controlling your mind state.

Word to the mother...

Originally Posted by Yanick

dude, i'm sure many can relate to many of those thing. hell i know you just described a lot of my thought patterns and although i can't help you with most the whole god thing i have a suggestion for.

the reason you hate god and he never revealed himself to you is because god (or as i have come to call the idea of god, transcendent energy) does not exist in the judeo-christian sense. Pick up a book called "The Power of Myth" by Joseph Campbell. Dude has opened up a whole new world to me. i have been questioning god a lot lately but his ideas make a lot of sense. too much to go into but get the book and check it out i'm sure you will be happy with it.

You've opened your mind to foolish things...

Originally Posted by ForemanRules

All the worthless whores I should not have ever talked too.

^^^^^^^^^I think about this sometimes. I think about money a lot. I think about what I'm going to do to get money. I think about my own personal perfection.

Originally Posted by SuperFlex

For me it would have to be a tie between vaginas and searching for God. Tug of war...

Stuck between a God and a moist place.....

Originally Posted by SuperFlex

I think kenwood just didn't want to have to ride the bus... Can you give him a ride?