Ok so over the past weekend I've attended a "terrible book burning", a pseudo-pagan ritual honoring roman emperors as a god-kind, jumped from increasingly dangerous points (and made an excellent landing from an impromptu swan dive), chased friends around one legged (I'll get into that momentarily) toting a macabre spear, broke and fixed my computer and this is just the stuff I'm allowed to say in accordance to forum rules.
My pennance? Broken toes, bruises across my entire body, horrible headaches, an empty soul and all my cash has mysteriously dissapeared.
Now here's my advice:
What seems like an excellent, great time is nothing more than a pain. Life sucks when you do the things people tell you not to. I have this nagging desire to sit in a dark room, write my twisted little heart out and shrivel up. Also such a life as mine causes the strange desire to devolve into a serial killer. Your friends become enemies, your enemies become more prominent. The misery is palpable. Do I regret it all? A bit. And I will, until the next crazy weekend. So on that note dear children, avoid having "fun", whatever you do. 'Cus it aint too fun after all.
Topic: Advice in the form of a rant- (Read 275 times)