Thread:Deathstalker666/@comment-1915529-20140702204420/@comment-3547390-20140812011650

No! Not imprisonment again Dominus!

Yeah, I understand perfectly. It would explain why I procrastinate so much with the Wikia, while when I had school or work I would be able to fit in so many edits. On the other hand, I feel more productive in hobbies in general these days.

I remember the first day back to school. Best was junior year, I made a record for being escorted out of the school almost as quickly as I entered before being suspended for a couple weeks. I think I made a record for how quickly the school punished me for something I did when I wasn't in school, which means they shouldn't have had stipulation and thus it was completely idiotic.

Uniform? Wait, did you go to a private school? Or are you giving me the impression that all schools in England wear uniforms?

Heh, you start feeling sick again and can no longer sleep at all. You go two or three nights at a time without sleep. You freak out more because you will be more exhausted at the start of the school year. You start thinking of your classes, fearing you forgot last year's material.

Wait, why does work fly by so fast? Work isn't supposed to be fun, it is supposed to be more miserable than school and leave you feeling drained and wondering what you are doing with your life as you slowly dig a shallow grave. You sit there for hours on end, doing nothing and wishing you were doing something as it would take away your feelings of being tired. Then you do something, feel happy that you are doing something which will earn you a bit of cash, then go back to the waiting game in the middle of a small confined room. Those things you do are extremely dangerous though, to the point that most people doing the hobby have destroyed their bodies to the point that they can barely walk and are forced to give up the hobby to take desk jobs. Then you realize you are basically the porn star, being used at a young age while your body is still useful and then throwing it to the curb in a broken heap when it is finished. You have barely any free time for all your sacrifice and have to rough out six days of the week for ten hour shifts in utter boredom and hope something comes along to make your day go faster, even if it causes physical harm to yourself. Apparently what I did was nothing and could have been replaced by a monkey, I had an extremely easy job in comparison to most of them out there. So what Raadec, may I ask, makes time fly so fast?

About time people started seeing the truth. Life is a miserable heap that we get and are expected to deal with as the alternative is having nothing. It is like eating your own flesh or starving to death. Actually, that isn't really much of an analogy, that is exactly how it is. Eating your own flesh keeps you alive, while starving kills you. Choose your poison.

It's sad. Happiness is a lie. Happiness is what you get when you get a diversion, when you watch a shiny red ball instead of focusing on the murders of thousands and the gun aimed at your skull.

Merry Christmas Raadec!