you need to define "making it." to some people making it is being rich and famous, to others making it is club hopping from bar to bar getting enough just to get by. either one would work for me :sunglasse
dude, what are you trying to do? i mean i know that you're trying to give advice of what you think is best for me but i just feel like i've got no reason to be in school. i learn more about stuff that they try to teach in school when i'm NOT in school because i'm not being forced to learn. and i'm not going to go along with the advancement of a society that's going to hell anyway. besides, you're supposed to do what makes you happy and music is what makes me happy. and if i feel like it, i'll learn about music theory but i don't have to go to school for that. but i most likely don't even want to learn about music theory and that's about the only thing about music they'll teach in college. i enjoy music so much because i'm not being forced to play it. the freedom is what makes it so great.
It stays fun for a suprisingly long time actually. Especially if the drinks and the women are plentiful.
Because you're fantasizing about going on the same angst-ridden anti-society adventure that every dorky kid who read a Kerouac novel imagines. The freedom of poverty is a fucking brutal lie.
I have been diagnosed with OCD: Volume HAS to be on an even number in multiples of 4. If I bump into something with one leg, I have to go back and bump the other leg in the same place on the same spot of the item of which I bumped my leg. I have to have 2 straws when I drink from a restaurant. If I have an itch on one side, I scratch it then scratch the same spot on the other side to even things out. I say everything once again in my head. I count my chews and the bites I take....they have to be an even number. I count my steps when I walk or run....they have to be even. I separate my skittles, M&Ms, etc. by color and eat them in 2s, I throw away the extras of each color. If I step on a crack, I have to go back and walk over that spot without walking on the crack. I count the breaths I take. I breath in twice and let the air out twice. Like....I pause as I'm breathing in and start again as a second breath....same with exhaling. I buy two of everything. Like shoes....I buy the same shoes twice....most of the time there are atleast two different colors so it works out. When I paint my nails, I have to do it twice....Like....I'll paint them and let them dry, then take the polish off and restart. That's why I don't paint them too often. I brush my hair 20 times on each side, on top and beneath. I blink two times in a row. I turn the light on, off then back on before I go in a room. Probably more stuff I don't catch myself doing.... I've also been diagnosed with Major Depression and Bipolar Disorder.
look pal, it all depends on who the person is and their attitude. money does not define happiness. you think that every poor person is miserable? that's fucking wrong, i'm sure there are a bunch of blues guitar playing hobos on the streets of chicago who are a lot fucking happier than an overdriven stress magnet economist working at the NYSE. you know why, because they're living a simpler life. a simple life, a good life. whether you have a lot of money or not doesn't make the difference between happiness and non-happiness. if you let it make the difference then that's your own problem.
You'd know so much more about life, if only mommy would let you go free. I did the four month hitchhiking trip across Canada. It was fun until I had no fucking money. Eventually you run out. I've lived as a poor student, and I've lived with money, and guess what? Life is a hell of a lot more fun when you know where your next meal is coming from. I'm not talking about Ferrari's and penthouses here. And if you knew many homeless people, you'd know they are probably the least fucking happy around.
You live in Michigan. I've been to Chicago. I've been to Legend's (Buddy Guy's place) and I've seen Hubert Sumlin. It's not like that anymore... you can't live like that in a city these days. You're right, but you're wrong. Every person I know who has ever lived on a commune says it ended up in shit. But that's communism... because there's always that one person that's going to bring you down, even if it's yourself.
and i'm sure working under high stress all the time is going to make me a whole lot happier. in jamaica, everyone there is poor as hell and they just all chill and are all happy. yes there are miserable poor people, and there are miserable rich people. and being rich or poor either way is fine to me but i'm not going to go through a whole bunch of shit stress just to make a lot of money.
I haven't been really diagnosed, and I think I am getting better but over the years, my compulsions have been: saying certain words in my head a certain number of times. making certain noises a certain number of times. touching certain things a certian number of times. making sure caps are completely straight, and I can never get them that way so they used to drive me insane. making sure my glasses are straight. making sure everything in my surroundings are straight (pictures, knick-nacks, etc). obsessive handwashing. avoiding contact with people who I was unsure if they washed their hands recently, or if I knew they had gotten out of the restroom without washing their hands. not touching the doorknobs, paper towel dispensers, or handles on the sinks in bathrooms (including my own). Avoiding contact with a constantly touched surface (arms on a chair, doorhandles, etc.). I could list a lot of other things, but thank God I don't exhibit the symptoms that much anymore. If I do, it is very mild and I can avoid it without giving it a second thought.
Any soash class in any uni will teach you that extreme poverty (in any western nation) correlates to unhappiness. There is no point to argue really.
Ive been diagnosed.. cha just recently actually... I didnt make lists that long... I do alot of the same stuff you do moon... its weird...
Unfortunately, having no money sometimes makes things even more complicated. It sucks, but to enjoy a simple life you need a sturdy, steady income, even if it's miniscule and doesn't require all that much thought. There's a time for work and a time for play. I love music dearly--it is something that expresses life. But it does not sustain life. To enjoy music we must suffer through the labors of the mind or the hands. Yin and yang, baby. To get the light, we hafta be in the dark. It's like John Denver says, "Well I'd play Sally Good'n all day if I could But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good So I fiddle when I can Work when I should, And thank God I'm a country boy!" Not all jobs are stressful. I wanna live on a farm, that's my dream.
Major Anxiety, medium Depression but high at the moment cos im going off my meds ( thus all my others threads about breakdowns) a very mild Panic Disorder and Mild OCD i'd say I was average in the problems department for this forum lol
im sure we have all heard the whole Animals album by the Floyd thread closed They may be flawed, old and fat, but they are still my Gods
i guess i would say that i have mild OCD.it's been alot better this year though.i don't really know what happened.*ahemm*so anyways when i told my doctor she said that she wouldn't really consider me as an "ocd person" so i shouldn't really worry about it.i still have urges to check things everynow and then(if door is locked)even knowing its the same way i left it.i used to wash my hands alot and wouldn't like touching the bathroom door knob because it was too "germy" compared to the rest.and the list goes on.last summer i sort of had this breakdown.or maybe it was an anxiety attack type thing.well i just couldn't take it and i couldn't breathe all that well and i cried a little.but after that summer i've been alot better.although i still get sudden urges.like rincing cups and utencils before i used then.all is good though.
