#dumbbullshit

[gnegon-g]

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[shirleygnome]

Filming a new silly video at @604recordsinc - can you guess what it’s about? ☺️👃 #nosebuds #whiff #dumbbullshit #comedy #comedyvideo #604records #silly (at 604 Records)

[rawwbiee]

I now realize that I'm a type of person that doesn't want to be fucked with or one that takes shit from anyone. Sadly that makes me unbearable and pushes the closest people to me away. BUT life is like that confusing and basically pointless, why does one have to change who they are to give others happiness and sadden one's self. I guess thats life or not, awesome isn't it?

Ehh FUCK IT.

[encoupedesabre]

Quarter Century Crisis

I’ve been 25 years old for almost exactly three months at the time of this post, and I’ve arrived at my quarter century crisis. Calling it a crisis feels pretentious as fuck, though, because what do I have to complain about, really? But nonetheless I’m in a psychological and emotional funk. Maybe that’s just my brain chemistry. In fact, I probably need to quit cigarettes, quit medical weed, and quit alcohol (or at least cut back a ton) before I go on complaining about my shit on the interwebs. Nah. I’ll just get mega drunk and high and wired on caffeine then write about my feelings to a bunch of strangers instead. That’s way easier.

Even if I was sober for 14 out of 16 available waking hours to me, instead of being sober for only one hour out of the 16 (if even that), I still think this quarter century dilemma would be real. Its weird for guys at this age. Yes, life is harder in many ways for women, I’ll readily admit that, but as a 25 year old male shit is straight weird for you. If I was in the NBA, NFL, or playing in the Barclays’ Premier League, I’d be in the very prime/apex of my career.

Shit couldn’t possibly be going any better for me in this alternate reality. I’d be fucking my way through a yacht full of supermodels. And not paying for sex with any of them. Just having the party yacht itself and being a famous athlete would be a sufficient enough draw. But maybe, somewhere deep inside my emotionals (totes a word), I’d be having some internal struggles.

As a poor, and very much indebted, individual I am very far from fucking supermodels on a party yacht. I’m not even fucking regular models on a small pontoon boat.

That’s part of the problem. 25 is a super horny age. A lot of guys I know went through it in high school and college. But to me, 25 is another level. Like I’m sure it's just thousands of years of evolutionary biology at work. Your hormones as a dude are going, “Hey 25 is a prime age to have kids, let's make sure this dude has tons of semen at the ready.” Like tons. Literally, tonnes.

In addition to being poor/in a shit ton of debt, I’m extremely average looking (at best). And have a snaggle tooth that makes me not smile in 90% of pictures. Which means more left swipes on Tinder. Damn you, you wide-smiling ass fools. But enough about my perceived physical inadequacies, my point is that I’m an average guy. I’m a non-fat, lower middle class Ukrainian-American.

The 25 year old girls I know are so far out of my potential dating pool. Way, way out of my league. A cute 25 year old chick is desired by all demographics of men. The rich, old dude. The 25 year old dude who isn’t in debt and has a cut physique (instead of leftover flab from losing 70 pounds). Yup at age 25, women are desired by everyone. Even by other women.

So they aren’t going to be fucking me. I have to look elsewhere. Or start hitting the gym more regularly (fuck no). Or get a higher paying job I hate (fuck no). Or go to the dentist and get braces or some other painful teeth-related type shit (fuck no).

Maybe this all boils down to me being a whiny-ass bitch who isn’t being realistic with their expectations. I think it goes further than simply not fucking enough, though.

At 25 you’re either just a few years out of college, in the midst of going back to college for a few more years for an advanced degree of some sort, or have been working for almost a full decade after high school. Either way, it's a fucked up reality to confront.

Do you want to continue work in the job you found out of college for the rest of your shitty life? Do you really want to continue going to school, and racking up shit tons of debt along the way? Or do you want to be a lifer in customer service/whatever menial job you landed out of high school?

In the three years post college graduation I’ve learned one lesson over and over: life goes on despite your stupid fucking problems no one cares about.

So I need to either change the circumstances around me that aren’t making me happy (figure out a realistic & new career direction, quit abusing food/mind-altering substances, or finally pay a visit to a fucking dentist) or just shut the hell up. Which I’ll do from now on. But thanks for indulging my pointless rant in the mean time, y’all. Feel free to share any and ALL comments!