Why Does Life Suck?

[Flowers]

I rather enjoy things. I am not quite on the level of a Bond villain, but I am allowed to do my share of scheming. I have a reasonable car with an unreasonably loud stereo. I toy with the idea of making modest purchases well within my means. I get along well with dogs.

[Charles]

Life sucks for the same reason MMOs suck – someone else always has it better.

The key is to realizing that wanting what everyone else has is a sucker’s game. Then you can enjoy what you do have.

[JM1]

Now, our mortal sporting enemies the Aussies have some nasty bugs and a potent back row as well.

Naw. You just don’t pick the right players. Bye bye Jake White!

Bill: I don’t remember that anecdote, and I fucking hate spiders. Post! Post!

[soundnfury]

Why does life suck? One word: weltschmerz.

[Tyjenks]

I am going with it being partially related to a chemical imbalance. That and all the damn paperwork that it takes to exist.

[divedivedive]

Not as much paperwork as suicide, dude.

[shift6]

If life sucks, you aren’t playing it right.

[Rimbo]

This poll is missing an option or two.

[VonGuard]

Because you drilled a large hole in your head and beat your wife with a sock full of the bone-dust.

[Theodore_Rex_DX]

@Bill_Dungsroman

Life sucks because we always find ourselves chasing the dragon of: our first love/kiss/high/whathaveyou but not the actual result of those things (because they usually sucked and were horribly overrated to begin with), but the thrill of it. The newness. We want to forget we are going to die someday, maybe tomorrow, maybe even sooner. We want to do all the things there are to do but it’s impossible, and we hate missing out. We want every date to feel like the first (or third, depending on how you look at it) date, but we want to go in knowing that it turns out okay, which is impossible. We want to do all the things we did wrong over. We want what we can’t have and can’t always value enough the things we do have. We take for granted even the largest of comforts - until they are gone, then we become self-absorbed in their loss. We are obsessed with the new, and the bygone old. We feel life owes us something, no matter how little we’ve actually done to deserve it. We want to be perfect, but everyone hates people who act perfect, so it’s a self-defeating mission of disappointment, anxiety, and resentment. We always want more. Someone is always jealous, and sometimes it’s you. We want all the things that made us happy to keep making us happy, but they often don’t, and we are left anxious and wanting for the lack of their security. Because we can never go to slepp, or wake up, when we really need to. Nobody really seems to get us. The movies lie or worse, tell a story we are never quite capable of having told in our own lives, and we’re bitter. Somebody we trust always eventually tells us we weren’t all that good at something we used to think we were awesome at, years later, to our profound embarassment. Someone’s always able to do it better, because they have the time, talent, or money. We say it or do it, and can’t take it back. Nobody just forgets or forgives, not even us. The pain never feels like it will go away. You can’t imagine feeling better. Everyone’s advice is wrong. Nobody is really listening to you when you talk. You find you weren’t listening to anyone else either, even when they were crying for help as best as they knew how. She stays with him, even though he beats her. He stays with her, even though she lies and sleeps around. They use their kids to get back at each other. Many religions are a lie. Your government doesn’t care. Your parents split up when you were a kid and nobody bothered explaining that to you, nor showed you what a strong couple is like, who is in love and how to act towards each other every day, just people who may have loved briefly and are now just bitter and resentful. Deep down, you know it’s mostly or completely your fault. We asked out the wrong person. The wrong person asked us out. He never called. She never answered. We said Not this time but did it again anyway, because we never seem to learn. Our parents can turn us into children with one word, our children turn us into strangers with none over the course of years. We have close family we may never speak to again, because it’s too late or we always figure tomorrow will do or maybe there’s just no goddamned way it could happen, things being what they are. We miss her, him, but she’s never coming back. He’s never going to magically become that person you thought he might be. She’ll never look at you that way ever again. But you wish she would, you wish he could, and some part of you knows you’ll die full of those wishes.

lol gay

[Theodore_Rex_DX]

It’s sad that I have to specifically state that I was just kidding to avoid ruining the thread. Maybe life does suck.

[Bill_Dungsroman]

@Bill_Dungsroman

You wanted to drill holes in your monitor but they laughed at you. You wanted to design an open-barrel sabot-round railgun, but they laughed at you. You wanted to “power up,” but they laughed at you. You wanted a car that cannot be fixed, but they laughed at you.

Shit. Forgot some.

[MatthewF]

I’m going to have to go with the spider on this one.

[arctangent]

I think it’s the giant spiders that make life not worth living.

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On the other hand, they do keep the stray dog population down around here. That can’t be all bad.

[RepoMan]

@arctangent

On the other hand, they do keep the stray dog population down around here. That can’t be all bad.

Arrgh, now this thread is crossing over to the other thread about Rimbo’s Relationship Advice.

[Raife]

[Bill_Dungsroman]

@John_Many_Jars

He’s a Gone Golder! Is that you, jpinard? You scalawag!

[Matthew_Gallant]

G.G. “Gone Gold” Allin’s terminal illness was the rare syndrome “snorting heroin”.

[VegasRobb]

Nice job Bill :)

[ScurvyPig]

@Matthew_Gallant

G.G. “Gone Gold” Allin’s terminal illness was the rare syndrome “snorting heroin”.

Who knew you were so funny?