Posts tagged ‘therapy’

Nihilistic children…

I was at the playground with my son the other day, and while playing with him I overheard the most nihilistic thing I had ever heard. Especially from a kid.

Nothing is really fun or beautiful

(I am paraphrasing, as it needed translation)

With a kid like that you don’t need to save for college, but for therapy. The boy was around five or six years old and just blurted that line out. On the fucking playground. 

What is that kid’s outlook on life? Starting fires in daycare a year down the road because only the flames provide some warmth? Holy shit. 

Drag the kid to the therapist, medicate him before he’s full on psychotic! What are those parents reading him for bedtime? The collected works of Lovecraft?? This kid needs some serious help!

Thankfully no arson was committed that day. No sacrifice to the deep ones. Just playing on the frakking playground. 

For now. Because remember, nothing is really fun our beautiful. 

Take care (of your psycho kids),
A.

Waiting for…

…what exactly?

Day in, day out.
Wake-up, coffee, commute, work, more coffee, lunch, nore work, commute, housework, shower, sleep.
Day in, day out.
Dreaming, reading, writing, thinking, posting, arguing, thinking more, feeling, talking, listening, panicking, thinking again, calming and copious amounts of music.
Day in, day out.
It feels like waiting. Passing time.
There was this hunger in the Gordian knot inside my mind: Some more food, and it will become undone. Another coffee and it will become all clear. One more frak and it will become as easy as pie.
Day in. Day out.
One more day.
Waiting.
Day in. Day out.
It will go away.
Day in.
Day out.
Day in.
Day out.
Day in.
Day out.

It won’t.

I know that it won’t. I am fighting against my own procrastination. Against this way of thinking.
If any of you folks out there are as much escapism experts (and talents) as me, or even more so: See the pattern. Fight it. Let’s get outta here!

Our time’s ticking.
A.