| | I feel so meaningless. It seems like there is really nothing to live for but self-indulgence, which is depressing. I can't really contribute anything to society -- I thought writing a book would be a cool thing to do, but there are so many books already, so many GOOD books with points to them, and morals and lessons. "Well, don't stop now -- maybe you'll write the next American classic!" isn't really inspiration enough anymore because honestly, that's not going to happen. I'm writing a horror/fantasy novel, and those genres are pretty much a joke criticism-wise.
I would write a "realistic" novel like _Atonement_ or something, but that makes me feel so very unimaginative.
I try to be a happy person, but the world is really, really mean and it's so hard to be optimistic. I can't even read the news without getting a migraine. It's too much. Anyway, it's impossible to be happy when I'm not being *myself*. At work I have to pretend like I care about everyone else, those stupid, vapid, materialistic people, and makes me feel terrible. I hate being such a phony. I'm elitist and a snob and I can't relate to anyone, but I really have to pretend like I care who got kicked off of last night's "American Idol". And yes, I would be happy to file that for you.
Actually, now I am no longer feeling depressed but angry. Maybe that will be good for my pointless, meaningless writing. And despite the fact that I know it is pointless and meaningless, something in my brain keeps making me do it. I just paused to scribble something down in my moleskine scribbledybook.
Heh. I just remembered what Kurt Vonnegut said about us just being here on earth to fart around. But he made it sound like a good thing.
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