bhamwildcar
Active Member
While taking a stroll from Woodlawn to Roebuck the other morning (don't ask me how far it is, it takes a couple hours which is plenty of time to think), I was reminiscing (holy crap I spelled it right) on how simple and care-free my life was before I became an adult. Even though I wasn't the most awesome kid on the planet, and I learned quickly to hate my parents with a passion for not putting me up for adoption, and we never did have much, I didn't have a care in the world. I walked around not caring about anything. And I realized that, for the most part, I was happy. And now I am probably one of the most depressed people on the planet. So I came to two deductions from this: One, I hated my life, and two, I would be happier if I didn't care about anything anymore. So I made the decision to not care about anything. At all. It's working. I feel happier already.