#68
Superunknown wrote:
Wow, reading some of these posts made me realise that a lot of Therapy? fans do connect because they share the same feelings Andy expresses in his lyrics.
Well, count me in. I’m 22 and I’ve been feeling depressed ever since puberty. It’s like a big black bird sitting on my head that won’t ever go away and let me feel happy.
What’s worst is that I don’t even have a real reason for feeling so miserable all the time. I’ve got a wonderful girlfriend and loving parents and a few real friends. Still, every day seems black to me. Especially the mornings make me feel like shit, when people are oh so busy and full of energy. The nights are usually better. At night I’m creative, sometimes even convinced I could go on to do something useful with my talents.
Mostly, though I have no idea where my place in life is. I can’t see myself working 9 to 5 (or let’s be realistic about it: it’s 9 to 9 in most jobs today) for 40 years in my life. That sounds so fucking lazy and spoiled, but I just can’t see how that’s the purpose of life. If you love what you’re doing then surely it will be no problem, but how many people do? 40 years of beavering away and the rest is spare time to spend at the pub getting drunk or raising a kid to go through the same routine? Is that it?
Dammit, maybe I’m just a member of a useless, whining generation that’s over-analysing everything. Everytime I’m down I’m feeling guilty at the same time, because so many other people have REAL problems and I’ve got all possibilities and won’t stop bitching. But then again, who can say what “real” problems are? If you’re genuinely miserable all the time, isn’t that a real problem? It’s really fucked up.
What I’m trying to say is that I can really identify with other users who said they’re feeling bland, not miserable enough to kill themselves, but far from happy. I envy people who can be positive about everything, but advice like “think positive thoughts” is like telling a broken leg to heal. It doesn’t really help much. Some people just don’t have the ability to look on the bright side of life.
The only thing that gives me a bit of comfort is the thought that maybe the meaning of life is to go through all the shit and the good times, too, and come out on the other side as a better person.
Sorry for that “spiritual” touch there, I just thought I’d share my feelings as good as I can.
Posted on Wed, 25 January 2006 at 09:13