We love to be fucked. Plain and simple. By our government, by our jobs, by our so-called friends who take us for granted. We want to be told want to think because critical analysis is too hard--let someone else do it. We want to be told what to do because this way we can avoid responsibility, that if we fuck up, we can just blame the person who instructed us. What a load of bullshit.

I never understood what’s so scary about having ideals, wanting to take something and make it better, to want to change oneself and the world around you. Then again, people take comfort in their routines, and all too often I’m told I ought not to rock the boat.

Blame is the coward’s solution to his fear of accountability.

Rationally speaking, blaming one's behavior on alcohol or drugs is like blaming the ladder by which you descended into a pit, or the staircase that took you down to a cellar, for what you found there.

Stop blaming others and start living your life.

Do you ever have days where you know you should do something, yet you can’t be bothered to do it? They’re not even difficult tasks by most standards: laundry, running to the bank, vacuuming, writing. Hell, even the things you enjoy that aren’t chores or errands bring you little pleasure. You try to eat, but the food is just ash in your mouth: tasteless and bland. Everything is gray, yet you don’t feel sad. You merely exist. And you cannot move.