This is your life, do you disagree?

1. You are born
2. You attend school for 12 years
3. You choice whether to continue school or work
4. You have children or remain childless or get a pet.
5. You work until retirement ( with the money you earn you buy all the things and toys you think you need to make your life happier.)
6. You continue to live for awhile and eventually die.

 

I think this is mostly everyone is life, it is just how we get there is the difference.

 

Its not 12 years, its 13. I'm not forgetting about kidnergarden either.

 

^14 if you were forced to go to preschool...

You could always go live in the mountains, away from society, to avoid all of that.
I seriously think about doing that sometimes...

 

Probably.

No.

Or play. You forgot play. Party.

I have rats.

Not necessarily. I haven't had a job in a few years.

Probably. You might get killed the day before you retire.

 

that's exactly how i don't want to live my life. i'm almost at the end of step 2...and from then on, i don't know what.

 

I fail to see anything in here about the compulsive masterbation, so I find it highly inaccurate.

 

Unfortunatly people think you need to ... -

Go to school
Get good grades
Be super happy gay golfing prep
Marry a blue eyed blonde haired girl
Have 1 boy n 1 girl
White house with a fence
A Golden retriever.
and of Course. A volvo or bmw


or enjoy yourself forever and not be mainstream

go to school
have so much fun
make to many friends
get to high
have to much fun
live with parents
party every night
parents die
you get house
eventually settle down
keep enjoying things

ahhh yes the easy way. People may consider it the wrong or lazy way. But i think its the smart and hmm efficent way of living.

GG mainstreamers GG


- Peace and Love

 

other then being born and eventualy dieing, none of us are entirely locked into any of that.

both mine and that of my parents, was and is considerably different then some of that, and not entirely in all that subtle ways either.

my dad was raised by his father alone. his mother died when he was less then one year old. he made to the sixth grade before running away from home perminently.

my mother made it through two years of high school. she helped her mother who was husbandless, survive the depression of the 30s, by working at home, cutting lace and working in box factories.

the air force rescued me from spending the rest of my live with my parents, as an alternative to the draft that was on at the time i graduated high school. this was during viet nam. because i had niether the balls nor the understanding of anyway how to do so, to run away to canada, which is what i dreamed of doing and would rather have.

i got an early discharge and never had to go over seas or kill anybody, mostly because i didn't have a sufficiently military attitude and hadn't been successfully brainwashed into one.

i've taken college classess on and off since then, matriculating almost as soon as i got out, but never having had the resources to stick with it long enough to get any sort of a degree. like college, i've worked on and off too. prefering to be employeed, but not what doing so too often ment promoting and perpetuating.

that's been MY life. that and the mixed fortune to marry, after i no longer cared one way or the other about doing so, someone who'se disability income enables me to live in a house and have this computer and its internet connection to play with.

the best times in my life have been when i was living utterly and completely alone. often on my savings that eventualy ran out, from having worked. living by myself while working wasn't bad either.

having to live with anyone has always been for me something of a curse. even as a child with my parents.

if agnostics were allowed to have monestaries and i could live and work productively without having to deal with the mutual coerciveness of human society, that would be porcine paradice for me, and if i could also have a toy like this to play with while doing so, that would be icing on the cake.

that or a cave or cabin out in the woods. i know the latter isn't for everybody, but remember i grew up going for long walks out in the forrest by myself and got allong with it and all its ways and creatures just fine, so i know whereof i speak about wanting to, and about what does and does not gratify myself. creating and exploring being what does, excitement, accumulation, and trying to impress anyone does not. not for more then unfortunately brief passing moments anyway.

so this is most of what i consider my life. sitting here in front of this thing. blabbing what's in my head through words on a display to anyone who might find whatever slight amusement in reading them.

that and using it to help and create immaginary worlds, like those i visit in my dreams, and hoped for sustainable ecotopias.

the latter something human society will eventualy be forced into in order to survive anyway, probably kicking and screaming, but i wouldn't mind living to see it happen.

=^^=
.../\...

 

you can do soemthign completely different if you want

be some sort of a criminal or become a bum

the life you live is the life you have chosen, deal with it

 

its the choices you make a long the way.. how you live your life...sure that might be the skeleton plan of your life, but thats not what makes it a life. the seconds in between all of those things, thats your life..

 

in any society there is a basic skelaton life plan for everyone. even in the stone-age.

1. you were born
2. you worked your ass off from the time you could walk until the time you couldn't
3. you died

it's your life. you were born. and because of that, you have to die. everyone on this planet has those 2 items on their list. the rest is up to you. who's to say one persons life is better from anothers? it's all about perception. as long as you beleive your life was worthwhile, it was.

 

No, this is my life;

1. Born
2. School
3. College
4. Massive amounts of drug taking, large bouts of unemployment and partying.
5. Hospital
6. Quitting drugs and going travelling across asia.
7. Broke and unemployed again, with plans to do the same again...Minus the drugs and hospital!


My point? Life is what you make it!