Lancemc
Blue Crack Addict
I just don't know.
For all accounts, I should be a perfectly happy young man. I've been accepted into a good school. I've known exaclty what I've wanted for my future for at least 3 years now, so I have plenty or direction. I have amazing loving parents who try their best to support me, despite our financial shortcomings. I have several really great friends from back home who I've only gotten closer to since we went off to seperate colleges. I've been several really great friends here as well (though not as many as I would have idealy hoped). I've fallen madly in love (which I suppose could be considered a good thing, although it's been nothing but a trainwreck in the long run). So really, on the surface I can't find a single thing that's utterly bad with my life.
Yet, I find myself suffering these terrible mood swings. Some times I feel absolutely wonderful, as if nothing could be better. Then the next moment, I feel like I'm just an asshole and things really couldn't be worse. I've always had these mood swings just like any normal person would. But since I've gotten to school, they've gotten more and more frequent, and more and more extreme in either direction. I normally would never post something quite like this on a "good day", and on my bad days I'm usually focused more on one specific thing. But today I've had a thought that I never had so far in my entire life. I thought, "Maybe I'm just an unhappy person overall?"
So, let's revisit those preliminary points I brought up earlier. 1. Yeah, this is a good school, but it's not that good. And really, it's not worth the money my family is struggling to pay for it. In fact, they pretty much rip me off on everything. Not saying all colleges don't, but for a little bit more I could be going to NYU, which in almost every aspect is a much finer institution. And the people here remind me so much of my highschool, which I was glad to escape. In fact, the people who go here are a good 3 times more fucked up than anyone I knew in high school.
2. Yeah, I know what I want to do. I want to work in the recording arts somewhere. Production, engineering, composition, sound reinforcement, I don't really care. It's all cool. But sometimes I doubt that I even want to do that. Maybe I'm clinging onto something just because music is about the only thing that brings me any true joy these days. What are my chances of being successful in the business anyway? Not very good. But here I am. And this ties into point #3. I fucked up this past semester and a little bit this one. My academic counselor told me I neede dto maintain a 2.0 GPA to hold my merit scholarship (which is the only thing keeping me in this school). So I get something like a 3.12..etc. last semester. Whoops. Turns out I need a 3.2 or higher. So I need to bring it up this semster or I'm fucked.
Well, every day I rationalize how easy that is. Except for the fact that a couple weeks ago I blew off my history midterm because I was feeling sorry for myelf and angry and pissed and miserable, so I fucked up. I really hate myself for it, because they best I can do now is pull a C in that class, provided I rock my term-paper (surprise surprise, I'm procrastinating on that too) and my final. Ok, a C is alright, if I can get A's in all 4 of my other classes. Yeah, we'll see about that. I think it shouldn't be too hard. But I've done nothing but fuck up my entire scholastic career, so let's see how that works out.
But that's not the big idea here. Today I thought about what would happen if I lost my scholarship and had to leave school. Not only would that completely fuck up my social mindframe I've been only barely able to build and maintain so far my freshman year, but I'd be in big shit with the folks. And normally that would be OK, except they're just such amazing people I can never bare to complain about ANYTHING, for fear or disappointing them or making myself look weak or lazy (which I totally am) or ungrateful, or I don't know what. I have major problem comunicating with my parents. They barely know anything about what happened between Kate and I (check other 22 pagemindfuck of a thread below on the page). My mom's knowledge of that ordeal could be completely explained in two sentences. But anyway, I thought about what would happen if I had to leave. Well, forget about any major merit awards again, so I'd end up in a NJ state school somewhere where nobody offers courses for my major. So that's the end of that dream. And basically, if I don't end up in the music business I don't want to do anything else that requires huge amounts of work for something I dislike. So I'll end up getting a shitty business degree and work in/eventually own a record shop somewhere. I could be happy with that. Nothing big. Just a quiet life and a small busniess where I can geek out about music all day. Except for the fact that I would be constantly reminded of how I blew my life's ambition and ended up in a pissant record shop selling Justin Timberlake to dumbass white girls (I'd never do that though, just saying ).
But that's a huge what-if, and I have faith my parents would find a way to make things work. But I would still hate myself for blowing it. And that fear is really the only thing keeping me motivated these days. And that's another thing. I don't really like myself all that much. I hate my complete lack of motivation, and that I often convince myself into taking shortcuts or just fully bowing off certain things I need to do, and end up hating myself even more for it afterwards. I've tried to change this, and sometimes I can manage to makes things work for a while, but then I'll slip back into another bout of depression (or whatever this is) and completely fall back into bad habits.
I don't like the way I feel towards other people either. I tend to dislike people in general. Even people I should be able to consider friends I find flaws in and focus on things that eventually push them away. How am I supposed to get along with people if I can't stand them? But it's worse then just not getting along. I can coexist with people cordially and even fake a friendship when I have to. But inside, I can't stand them. And I know this is the way with a lot of people to some degree, but I feel this way more than I think I should.
And I know there is a ton of other stuff I'm just too upset to think of right now, but the final thing is just this whole Kate situation. This serious emotional trouble really started around the time that ordeal did, although the seeds of this have been around me for years. I think that this was just a sort of trigger for all these feelings that I've been supressing all these years. Ultimately, I think the biggest reason I feel so shitty is that I'm just lonely. I've never felt so utterly horrible and lonely in my whole life. And It's not for lack of trying either. I'm been far more social this year than I ever have been. I go out with people, go to parties, do my best to meet people, but this ties back into the other issue. I just don't like people. Yet I feel so damn lonely? How does that make sense? I'm not sure.
Well, I've already written far more about this then I ever wanted to so I'll leave it with that.
For all accounts, I should be a perfectly happy young man. I've been accepted into a good school. I've known exaclty what I've wanted for my future for at least 3 years now, so I have plenty or direction. I have amazing loving parents who try their best to support me, despite our financial shortcomings. I have several really great friends from back home who I've only gotten closer to since we went off to seperate colleges. I've been several really great friends here as well (though not as many as I would have idealy hoped). I've fallen madly in love (which I suppose could be considered a good thing, although it's been nothing but a trainwreck in the long run). So really, on the surface I can't find a single thing that's utterly bad with my life.
Yet, I find myself suffering these terrible mood swings. Some times I feel absolutely wonderful, as if nothing could be better. Then the next moment, I feel like I'm just an asshole and things really couldn't be worse. I've always had these mood swings just like any normal person would. But since I've gotten to school, they've gotten more and more frequent, and more and more extreme in either direction. I normally would never post something quite like this on a "good day", and on my bad days I'm usually focused more on one specific thing. But today I've had a thought that I never had so far in my entire life. I thought, "Maybe I'm just an unhappy person overall?"
So, let's revisit those preliminary points I brought up earlier. 1. Yeah, this is a good school, but it's not that good. And really, it's not worth the money my family is struggling to pay for it. In fact, they pretty much rip me off on everything. Not saying all colleges don't, but for a little bit more I could be going to NYU, which in almost every aspect is a much finer institution. And the people here remind me so much of my highschool, which I was glad to escape. In fact, the people who go here are a good 3 times more fucked up than anyone I knew in high school.
2. Yeah, I know what I want to do. I want to work in the recording arts somewhere. Production, engineering, composition, sound reinforcement, I don't really care. It's all cool. But sometimes I doubt that I even want to do that. Maybe I'm clinging onto something just because music is about the only thing that brings me any true joy these days. What are my chances of being successful in the business anyway? Not very good. But here I am. And this ties into point #3. I fucked up this past semester and a little bit this one. My academic counselor told me I neede dto maintain a 2.0 GPA to hold my merit scholarship (which is the only thing keeping me in this school). So I get something like a 3.12..etc. last semester. Whoops. Turns out I need a 3.2 or higher. So I need to bring it up this semster or I'm fucked.
Well, every day I rationalize how easy that is. Except for the fact that a couple weeks ago I blew off my history midterm because I was feeling sorry for myelf and angry and pissed and miserable, so I fucked up. I really hate myself for it, because they best I can do now is pull a C in that class, provided I rock my term-paper (surprise surprise, I'm procrastinating on that too) and my final. Ok, a C is alright, if I can get A's in all 4 of my other classes. Yeah, we'll see about that. I think it shouldn't be too hard. But I've done nothing but fuck up my entire scholastic career, so let's see how that works out.
But that's not the big idea here. Today I thought about what would happen if I lost my scholarship and had to leave school. Not only would that completely fuck up my social mindframe I've been only barely able to build and maintain so far my freshman year, but I'd be in big shit with the folks. And normally that would be OK, except they're just such amazing people I can never bare to complain about ANYTHING, for fear or disappointing them or making myself look weak or lazy (which I totally am) or ungrateful, or I don't know what. I have major problem comunicating with my parents. They barely know anything about what happened between Kate and I (check other 22 pagemindfuck of a thread below on the page). My mom's knowledge of that ordeal could be completely explained in two sentences. But anyway, I thought about what would happen if I had to leave. Well, forget about any major merit awards again, so I'd end up in a NJ state school somewhere where nobody offers courses for my major. So that's the end of that dream. And basically, if I don't end up in the music business I don't want to do anything else that requires huge amounts of work for something I dislike. So I'll end up getting a shitty business degree and work in/eventually own a record shop somewhere. I could be happy with that. Nothing big. Just a quiet life and a small busniess where I can geek out about music all day. Except for the fact that I would be constantly reminded of how I blew my life's ambition and ended up in a pissant record shop selling Justin Timberlake to dumbass white girls (I'd never do that though, just saying ).
But that's a huge what-if, and I have faith my parents would find a way to make things work. But I would still hate myself for blowing it. And that fear is really the only thing keeping me motivated these days. And that's another thing. I don't really like myself all that much. I hate my complete lack of motivation, and that I often convince myself into taking shortcuts or just fully bowing off certain things I need to do, and end up hating myself even more for it afterwards. I've tried to change this, and sometimes I can manage to makes things work for a while, but then I'll slip back into another bout of depression (or whatever this is) and completely fall back into bad habits.
I don't like the way I feel towards other people either. I tend to dislike people in general. Even people I should be able to consider friends I find flaws in and focus on things that eventually push them away. How am I supposed to get along with people if I can't stand them? But it's worse then just not getting along. I can coexist with people cordially and even fake a friendship when I have to. But inside, I can't stand them. And I know this is the way with a lot of people to some degree, but I feel this way more than I think I should.
And I know there is a ton of other stuff I'm just too upset to think of right now, but the final thing is just this whole Kate situation. This serious emotional trouble really started around the time that ordeal did, although the seeds of this have been around me for years. I think that this was just a sort of trigger for all these feelings that I've been supressing all these years. Ultimately, I think the biggest reason I feel so shitty is that I'm just lonely. I've never felt so utterly horrible and lonely in my whole life. And It's not for lack of trying either. I'm been far more social this year than I ever have been. I go out with people, go to parties, do my best to meet people, but this ties back into the other issue. I just don't like people. Yet I feel so damn lonely? How does that make sense? I'm not sure.
Well, I've already written far more about this then I ever wanted to so I'll leave it with that.