Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Self-Inflicted

I hate how easily one can make themselves miserable.
For example, I could be even more miserable than normal after having to walk over fields of pure ice.
PURE
ICE

With no 2-hour delay. Half the time I couldn't tell where the ice was, and I fell on my ass.
And then almost lost my phone.

And I could be miserable now, because people insist on pounding on the wall I'm leaning on, causing it to shake, which is extremely annoying.

And I could be miserable because when you're sitting on the floor in the hall, listening to music, and people want to get attention, they for some reason find it acceptable to kick you lightly. It's not really acceptable, it's goddamn annoying.

But, I digress. The point of this post wasn't to bitch.
The point of it was to muse over how you can make yourself miserable.

I love how I could be miserable at all that was mentioned above, but I'm not. Not really.
Because I've chosen not to be miserable.
I refuse to be miserable.
Because if I'm already miserable, then things that would make me miserable would make me even more miserable.

Catch my drift?

So if I choose not to be miserable, and wait to let other things make me miserable, I'll be a happier person. I don't know if that makes any sense but it does.
I have every reason in the world to be angry/miserable, right now, but I won't be. I won't let it get to me, because it'll just make the day even longer, and seeing as how I don't want to be in school already, that will just make it worse.

I wish I could listen to music all day in school so I can get lost in it like I am now. That way, I would have no chance to be miserable. Maybe I'll just imagine the music in my head, and that might help.

And I'll just focus on you as well.