Everybody has em’, so why don’t we talk about them?
Stop me if you hear something wrong, but over ninety percent of people over the age of 22 are, tired, depressed, lack the sex drive they once had, don’t drink enough water as recommended, spend too much time on social media, have some sort of mental disorder, eats too much processed food, didn’t get enough sleep, has some work experience or degree that while it may look good on paper is practically useless, wants some tattoo they haven’t gotten yet, doesn’t really like that kind of music, and hates one of their friends relationship partners, and has lost something or someone they held dear in their life. I could break it down to say something like if we’re all depressed are we really calling it depression anymore? Should we? Where does this viciously circular cycle comeback to bite itself in its tail?
Statistically, fifty percent of all humans are all of the above in western countries. Another thirty percent are most of the above. That’s just how numbers work. The point I’m trying to make is that people don’t generally pay attention to you. While they may even care about you as a person, they don’t tend to listen to your problems. You know why? Everyone has them Everyone’s are slightly different. That is probably why the next big commercial success in psychology has been pushed to be empathy. I talk no shit on empathy and the people who can bring it to the table. However, there seems to be a problem. Most people can’t portray empathy without sympathy. Most probably can’t tell you the difference. Those who can even have a hard time drawing the line. This only hurts everyone. For sympathy , even if desired by those you’re giving it to, does nothing but promote pity, sorrow, and dissatisfaction about the ability of control. So get it the fuck out.
I say this whilst believing there is no right or wrong in life, only the consequences of your actions. If your actions always set out with the most honest intentions of helping the most people, your consequences will end up as positive as possible.
The preacher gets praise from both sides of the aisle, as he stands in the middle of the aisle. So why doesn’t the politician? Why can’t we talk about our problems knowing others may be able to help, knowing we are the only ones who can really change ourselves? Fuck it, I'm done shutting up. Hold my beer, you think that's a problem, listen to this...