Life Sucks -check it out-

I am not a happy person. Maybe you're not either. Maybe you're too fat, or too thin, too old, or too young. Maybe you're ugly and nobody wants to sleep with you. Maybe everyone wants to sleep with you, but nobody loves you and it's all meaningless. Maybe your mind is fucked up and you're in pain all the time.

So you struggle with all these problems year after year, and you're getting nowhere, and you wonder if anything will ever change. And the unavoidable reality of it all is that, for you, life sucks.

But of course you're not going to give up so easily, you're going to keep struggling to solve your problems, to change yourself, to find happiness, wherever it is, whatever it is.
But still, life sucks.

And you see all these people out there who are blissfully free of your problems, and if they can do it, there must be some way for you to as well. But they aren't doing you any good at all, they don't understand what it's like being you, and what good would it do you if they did
understand?

So, the forces which created you, random or otherwise, have spoken. And they've determined that, for you, life sucks.


Life is inherently meaningless. There is pleasure but there is pain, there is winning but there is loosing, there is success but there is failure, there is life and there is death. All pleasure, all good, is transient. In the end, none of it means anything.
Emptiness

I don't know how common this is, but for me, the main problem is that I feel disconnected from everyone and everything.

I have a few people out there who I care about, or who care about me, but no real intimacy with anyone. Worse yet, this is a long term pattern with me, it's been going on for enough years yet that it's quite possible I will be alone for the rest of my life.

This totally sucks.

I would like to have friends I could be truly close to, someone that I could be in love with, but I'm psychologically fucked up enough that I don't know how to make this happen.

I like to think that if I had love and intimacy in my life, life wouldn't suck nearly as much.

Is there any way to have meaning in your life when you're disconnected from everyone?
I don't think so.

The Big Lie

All of your life, you've been lied to.

You've been told what life is supposed to be about. Grow up, do well in school, make friends, get a girlfriend or boyfriend, get a good job, get married, get a nice house and have kids. Watch tv, go to church, vote, find some hobbies to entertain you. Donate money to charity. Go on vacation. Get old, retire, spend time with the grandkids. Look
back on your life with nostalgia, look forward to the afterlife of your choosing.

This is what you're supposed to do, this is what normal people do. This is what everyone else is doing. Oh sure, there are a few aberrations here and there, sometimes some people slip off this track, but you can get back on at any time.

Of course, when you actually look at the world around you, you may see something entirely different.

See that young married couple living next door, with the wife gardening in the front yard while the kids play out back? She's snowed under with Xanax all the time, without which
She'd be in a continuous state of anxiety. And her 6 year old son, he's following in mom's footsteps already, taking his daily dose of Ritalin to keep him tranquil enough to sit still all day at school.

She stopped sleeping with her husband several years ago, but that's ok, cause he sneaks off a couple times a week and has sex with street prostitutes in the back seat of his car, or a nearby motel. He feels a bit bad for them, and tips them extra.

His favorite prostitute is always glad to see him, because he's pleasant enough and an easy $75. Too bad they can't all be like him. She gets beaten up and raped by johns multiple times a year, but that's ok, she can handle it, cause even at its worst this job is still better than what she went through as a child. Besides, there's no other way she could
support her crack cocaine habit.

And the cop who tries to arrest her, last night he arrested the neighborhood marijuana dealer, then went home and got nice and legally drunk on jack daniels.

And the cop's daughter, the pretty high school cheerleader, sneaks off and vomits after every meal so she won't get fat.

Therapy Sucks

The problem with therapy is that it doesn't actually work.
Don't take my word for this, look at the evidence out in the world. If people could be cured, why not cure criminals? Instead of putting them in prison, send them off to be cured and make them happy functioning members of society. Of course this isn't being done, because therapists don't have the ability to do so.

Take pedophiles, for example. Their primary problem, besides the willingness to abuse children, is the fact that their sexual orientation is towards children. Children turn them on sexually. If we could cure them, if we could alter them psychologically so that they were
no longer sexually attracted to children, they would never molest a child again. But therapists have zero ability to do this, they have never done this a single time with anyone.
At best, they can possibly get the pedophile not to act on his desires, but the desires will still be there.

This is not to say that therapy is totally worthless. If you want a paid friend who will listen to you talk about your troubles, go see a therapist. If you don't understand yourself or your actions very well, it could be helpful to you to have someone intelligent and objective
analyze you. If you make stupid decisions in your life and need the assistance of someone with more common sense than yourself, a therapist can certainly be helpful.
"Well Sarah, since your husband beats you all the time, and since you don't want to be beaten all the time, have you considered leaving him?"

And if you're tired of alcohol, marijuana, cocaine, and other such drugs, and want access to some cool prescription drugs, go see a psychiatrist for your mood-altering needs.
Maybe Xanax or Valium or Paxil can finally make you feel the way you want to feel.

But if you were actually hoping to change yourself psychologically, too bad, therapists don't know enough to help with that. They can help you change what you DO, perhaps, since you yourself can change what you do. But they don't know how to change who you are.