Life is tough. Sometimes the only thing you can do is get off your privileged entitled ass and make it better yourself. Makes sense too. If you truly think you deserve it, you shouldn't shy away to get it. Not that you actually deserve it, silly, there's no concrete way to measure that. As far as I'm concerned, everyone's a moocher. Even me, which is why the universe hates me so much, to the point of loving someone else just to spite me!
But I digress. A proactive approach to one's problems more often than not beats the incessant, probably futile, and certainly worthless moping around and complaining until the situation fixes itself. Yeah, it may be crass to say it, but even if you're the nicest person that has ever lived, it doesn't change nature's indifference toward the hollow moral principles we pulled out of our asses to not kill each other as often as we could. And this is why nature will be nature, and will keep fucking us over. But we can sometimes turn the table in our favor, and we accomplish this by doing certain things. All sorts of things. Mainly, it should be things we want to accomplish, things that will make us feel better about ourselves, and things that will better our situation. Yes, doing things that have these three extremely vague, general, and contextual characteristics will no doubt send us a little warmth in the coldness of the world's indifference. The trick is to get it done. Here's how I do it:
I set my mind to something
No, not on cue. That's not possible. You can't want shit on a whim, some stuff way out of your control have to happen! And when it happens to me, boy, it happens! It keeps me up at night (not literally, I sleep like a boulder!), it occupies the quarter of the day during which I'm conscious and sober, and it hardly ever goes away until it's done. It's unbearable, and this is why I put in the extra effort to see it come to pass, so that I will be able to return to the state of living death in which I can distract myself with meaningless entertainment on the inexorable path to the grave.
I overthink EVERYTHING!!!
I'm not particularly moist about the phrase We think too much and feel too little. Firstly, take a look at stuff like CNN, the portrayal of third wave feminism in the media, YouTube comments, and it will become crystal clear that the first part of the aphorism is fucking bullshit. For two, feeling and thinking are intertwined, not antonymous. For example: I don't think we think too much. I try to be the difference I want to see into the world, so I think a lot. And because it would be intellectually honest on our part to take the good with the bad, I don't only think about how I can accomplish my goals, but also at how massively I can fail at it! And because I think a lot about that, I get some very strong feelings of hopelessness and desolation and depression. See, if I hadn't thought all that nasty stuff, I wouldn't have felt anything. I'd have been as happy as a motherfucker! Which leads me to...
This
I contemplate suicide. Such a quaint little word, 'contemplate'! Pretty far from truth, though. I don't contemplate suicide, I consider it! I think of killing myself if stuff don't go my way as a very real and very plausible situation of my life, because what kind of fucking life would that be? A life not worth living, that's what! What about my friends and family, you say? Fuck them, demanding of someone to live a life they don't want to live is plain inhumane!
There's more to it than that, though. I'm not a religious person, but this consideration of suicide if things don't go my way is also a form of 'prayer' on my part. Telling the universe that they will lose their labrat unless they comb their fur every now and again has so far been an adequate stimulus for It to get my shit together. Obviously I'm not gonna preach this on the street and start a new cult, but as long as it's sincere and heartfelt, I see nothing wrong in it.
