Trainspotting

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Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth.

Choose rotting away at the end of it all, sleeping your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, kids you’ve spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.
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(Taken from ‘Trainspotting’ by Irvine Welsh)

People do not want to be told they are pissing away their precious life.

But they need to be told.

I rotted away my life today. I played Zelda and ate junk food for 5 hours.

I was angry at something. I thought it was my pastor (for his comments on a terrible postcard design).

I was really angry at myself.

Now I’m wondering if I will be happy working for any company again. If I’m offered a job I will say “yes.” I will choose life. But will I be happy about it?

I’m starting to feel weighed down by my possesions- as if they own me instead of the other way around. I want to throw some things out and give other things away.

Am I crazy… or finally sane?