Comments by "bohemianwriter1" (@bohemianwriter1) on "" video.

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  3.  @TechnoEstate  Just returned from a funeral. A friend of mine passed away recently. Ulcer in his belly. A lifetime of substance abuse. if you think that playing video games gives your genuine happiness... It's also quite ironic how the host attacks the concept of doing something that makes your genuinely happy, but also expands your horizon. Alcohol Cigarettes Heroin. Cocaine. Crystal meth. Pharma. Religion. Hedge Fund Addiction. Sugar Fat Sitting on your ass. Welcome to Prozac Nation. And botox for prosterity. So you would rather sit on your arse, give your money to someone else for the short term feeling of being content.. After working for 9 straight hours for shit pay so others can live their luxurious lifestyles on their yachts on your back Good for you. I bet that makes you feel fullfilled as a person. ..Enlightened...Something that you can be proud of. And share with others. I'm sure Pokemon will teach you how to charm women. Or whatever triggers your wiener. Pokemon - the replacement for a social life. Sitting on the metro. Everyone deep dived into their tech.gadget which can be traced by Big Brother. Used to work in IT support. Money was shit. Developed the Help Desk Syndrome. I used to drink. Enough to make a tank boat float. I used to have annual New Years resolutions to drink MORE! And become a more sardonic asshole towards trigger happy wankers who gets upset that their Podcast icon has somehow found another way to spend his free time. I would drink. And try to write something sensible without wrenching my gut. What was the happy results? Broken relations. Slintered nerves. Molested brain cells. Gang raped and lynched. Liver being filled with swill, and actions better not remembered, unless you'r a writer looking for some material from the dark side. Or just a wannabe. But by all means. A few moments of pains drenched in booze with the illusion of happiness, and a lifetime of anxiety and pains. Half of all my favorite writers has committed slow suicides by boozing. Or some other kind of self imposed self destruction. If that's you.. I welcome you to a large club of fucked up writers and artists who has and will all be forgotten in the graveyard of literature. Burned by gamers who gets upset over "offensive language". Whatever that ticks your serotonine levels, it's your time and your dime. Walk in the sunshine. Hike on the beach. Join a circus. Challenge your comfort zone. Smoke a bong. Suck a dick. A big brown cigar. Or fill your liver with swill. Run a mile. Learn diving. Wear a dress. Watch a history documentary. Read a book. Jerk off. Take a cold shower. Start hanggliding. Try scuba diving. Learn an instrument. Join a self defense class. On a personal level.. I find a tree to be more interesting beings than human. Animals too. Problem with kids though, is that they grow up to be people. Many of them into you.
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