Sweet Mother Misery

You are enjoying it. Every time you frown, every time you sigh, every salty tear you shed, deep, deep down inside, you are enjoying it.
It makes you feel deep. It makes you feel sorry for yourself. It makes you feel good and kind. It makes you feel anything.
You are enjoying it. Every insult, every boring job you take, every time you feel so stressed out and tiered you feel like you are simply going to lay down and die, every time you girlfriend cheats on you, ever time it hurts like hell, there is this itsy bitsy part of you that’s saying: “Oh yeah! Give it to me baby!”
You are enjoying it. Otherwise you would stop. You either wouldn’t do the things that make you miserable, or you wouldn’t let the things you have to do get to you.
Or you would simply tone it down a bit. You wouldn’t fuss about having no girlfriend, no money, no car, no friends, no joy in life. If you really wanted any of those things you would stop complaining and find them. But instead you just make these pathetic little attempts to make yourself happy, and the moment something goes wrong, you run right back into the lap of your dear, sweet, old mother misery.
Because you are enjoying it. So stop complaining and enjoy.

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Stop buying

You don’t need it. What ever it is you are planning on buying – you don’t need it.
You don’t need a new TV. Or a new car. Or the lovely little coffee table, or a new pair of shoes, or a pink shirt. You don’t need it. It’s just crap. It piles up taking over your life, and it won’t make you happy, so don’t spend your money on it.
You don’t need energy drinks, energy bars, bad coffee, chips, fast food, sodas, ding-dongs, yoo-hoos, beer, weed or cigarettes. It’s just crap. It piles up taking over your life, and it want make you happier, it won’t make you healthier, and it won’t fill the giant hole you are trying to stuff with it. So don’t spend your money on it.
Don’t buy books. There are libraries. Don’t buy paintings. There’s beauty, and ugliness, and everything an artist can copy everywhere you look, once you start looking. Don’t buy records. Music gets spent from too much listening; you’ll just spoil it by owning it. So don’t spend your money on it.
Don’t buy things. Think about them. You can never really own anything, at best you are leasing things from the world for as long as you’re alive. You don’t even own your own life – you never know when it’s going to end. But you do know one thing. It is ending. One second at a time your life is ending. You need to face that fact. You need to accept it. You need to think about it. Are you really willing to spend millions of your precious little seconds working, and more millions of them shopping so that you can say to yourself that you actually own something? That you have the control over your lovely little coffee table and your thirty pairs of shoes? Will that really make you believe that you have control over your life?
I don’t think so.
So don’t do it.