why fucking bother?

do you ever feel like that?

I still have my desires, but I've learned to cope with them.

And more frequently than I should. I think it's tied to my pessimism.

No difference...

I doubt they paid for the sign either; gay.com usually doesn't sponsor ads that break up marriages. :7

RL

Because...Dorothy Parker said so! :D

5 days and counting

:bounce: :toast: :toast: :bounce: :toast: :bounce: :toast: :bounce: :toast: :bounce: :toast: :bounce: :toast: :bounce: :toast:

I. Can't. Wait.

Bother because you're silly. Like me. That's why I bother, anyway! :P :silly: :hi: :thumbsup: :loveya: :pals: :yourock:

it's the law.

I feel like that guy from Greek mythology, Sysaphus (sp?), whose eternal torture was to roll the rock up the mountain, only to have it roll back down again, as if he'd never started.

I feel like that with the laundry every week. :eyes: It's NEVER completely done. Sigh.

I suppose it's a metaphor for the journey, the PROCESS of it all.


Whatever.

the process?

disposable clothes or perpetual nudity would work better.

4 children. *laundry* and *done* don't even compute.
neither does *dishes* and *done*.
*cleaning* and *done*.
*errands* and *done*.

i could go on, but you get the picture. nothing is ever done.

But why bother?
Because I just imagine if I didn't!

I didn't get into this scene overnight and it won't change that way either.
But someday things will get *done* and then I'll really get in trouble. ;)

Gotta go.... things to do!

But why fucking bother?

I have a headache too.

It seems like we're already absolutely fucked. :rofl:

ha ha. thanks for cheering me up!

;-)

:hug:

Lately, I keep encountering in very direct fashion the proverb that states that no good deed goes unpunished.

Oh well. I'm just a glutton for punishment I guess.

:banghead:

First off, one reason I used to feel that way almost all the time was that I had undiagnosed/untreated clinical depression. Now that it's being treated, I lost a lot of the "what's the use?" feelings I had.

Another reason is that I've learned to let stuff go quicker than I used to. Not saying that things don't get to me; they do, especially the "no good deed goes unpunished" stuff. But again, it just doesnt' seen to stay with me as long.

I have a question for you. Answer or not, as you wish. But my question is, are you doing "good deeds" for the same person over and over, and it's not appreciated? Does the person continually come up with reasons to not accept your help, or get angry at you for offering help? The reason I ask is that I had gone through the same thing with one of my sisters. She would complain, complain, complain about things, I'd offer help, a sympathetic ear, etc., and she would never do anything to change things. And sometimes she would get pissed off at me, as if her situation were my fault (it wasn't). Come to find out, SHE is also clinically depressed. She's on medication now, and the difference is like night and day.

communities, but also for a couple of people, over the past couple of years. Seems like every good deed is matched with one or two, usually expensive, related problems.

I know what you went through with your sister. I've had similar experiences in the past, not so much the refusal to accept help, but more with "emotional vampirism."

it sooooo messy!

Still not happy...

unless it's your job

Some days it doesn't make sense to get out of bed. :shrug: Then other days are awesome.


:hi:

staggering to the couch and turning on the TV.

;-)

Things always turn around, but you may as well throw stuff at the wall and see what sticks.

:D

to see if it's done!"

:shrug:

and see what happens.

Assuming it's a cool hat. :silly:

except, you know, for that one.

:shrug:

but somehow, i just keep moving on

at times. Life can feel like a backed-up sewer drain somedays. But that's when I work on things that don't involve a lot of socializing and find my happy place in life.

and may I have a snack from the freezer? Is there any ice cream in there? I need comfort food...I am in the WHY BOTHER camp today :cry:

Here. Let's mix it into a little rum for you. :loveya:

A shake!

I feel better now...must be the ice cream...no wait...maybe the rum...maybe the rum AND the ice cream...I like rum...how did you know? :loveya:

btw...I LOVE LOVE LOVE your journal! :D

I put you on my blogroll, you fantastic woman??:loveya:

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

and since I am laying around here I will add you as well...your art is simply wonderful...quelle talent!

;-)

Vous etes la patisserie, ma cherie!

:D thought I couldn't respond in francais did ya? I first read Le Petit Prince in francais...one of my all time favorite books...wish I was on the plane right now!

Oh sorry, I thought it said "why fucking brother..."

screw what everyone else wants ;)

Cheer up or I'll come kick your leftofthedial butt cheek :spank: