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A journey of self-improvement - or not. |
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[Embed For Use By Upgraded+] Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya They say jump and ya say "how high?" Ya braindead, ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya head |
Artist: Sunny Day Real Estate Song: 8 [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] 8 is a really cool number. When I was younger, I used to have one of those wood grain brown alarm clocks Anyway, I used to stare at this clock for hours as a kid. When I couldn't sleep at night, I'd just lay there and watch the minutes change. I realized at some point that every number on the alarm was made out of an 8. If you looked closely, you could see the faint 8s no matter what number was actually displayed. It was really 88:88 always. Sometimes the 8s just had a few less lines. I've obviously got an unhealthy attachment to this alarm clock and the number 8, but there's a reason for it. It's because I have unhealthy memories attached to the alarm clock and the number 8. When I was a little Charlie, ya know, like 5-9 years old or whatever, I would use this clock as a religious test. I knew you weren't supposed to test God and all that (don't worry, I confessed about it - but kept doing it That makes a max of 9 minutes, right? If the clock was, for example, 2:19... I'm basically begging God to make it stop by 2:28. And I'd watch the clock like that: 2:20 2:21 2:22 2:23 ... In case you're wondering, this never ever fucking ever worked. But it was this religious-induce faith I had as a young kid because I had literally nothing else to rely on. I had to hold onto the hope of something because the turmoil at home was so much to take in that I felt like I couldn't do it alone. Obviously, I could and I did. But I became more and more angry because I was using religion in the wrong way. I was using it as a saving grace for something that it could never be. As I got into the latter part of that 5-9 range, I started doing it just out of habit, superstition, obsession. I'm not sure. I felt like something worse would happen if I didn't do it, so I started doing it to basically ward of something more sinister. Of course, still, nothing happened. But in this case, it was a good thing because that's exactly what I'd asked for, right? I'd ask for it to just remain the same at the very least because I knew how much worse it could get. The anxiety of what might happen if I didn't do it was overwhelming, so I continued doing it religiously (no pun intended) for years. My point is, if you ever wanna give your kids obsessive compulsive disorder, here's a good starting point. Also, 8 is a great number because it comprises all other numbers and just becomes |