Daily Affirmation of Failure for 10-25-15

Do you go to church on Sunday? Have you tried to "let go and let God" and have asked him to guide you into a happy and less anxious life?

And that hasn't worked either, right?

Well, don't blame God, blame yourself. Or maybe, you should consider yourself lucky that you have been chosen to suffer.

You will never be one of the content people you see in church. Even He can't help you. At this point you should admit that you will be lost and never found for the rest of your life.

Daily Affirmation of Failure for 10-24-15

Starting a blog and not writing in it all for four years is a sure sign that you have no talent, you aren't interesting and you have absolutely nothing to say.

Just Remember: You Are Not Chelsea Clinton

There were a lot of losers who complained when NBC gave Chelsea Clinton $600,000 a year to do feel-good happy stories on their newscasts. Some of those losers were actually journalists who had went to journalism school and never came close to making $600,000 for their entire lives.

 But Chelsea endured the sea of poison and envy and pushed on to do amazing  work as a journalist,  like the interview she did with the Geico gecko. Her work was so rare in fact, it is almost impossible to find any reference to it anywhere.

However, Chelsea has finally given up her strenuous post at NBC and moved on from what some ne'r-do- wells have called her "fake job" as a reporter, to her "real job" of saving the world as the Director of the Bill, Hillary, and Chelsea Clinton Foundation.

You see, she has a degree from Stanford, and two degrees from Oxford and you don't. Her professors loved her and gave her the highest praise in public. Did your professors (at the local public university) even know you existed? Did they ask you your name and what class you were in when you sought them out for a reference?

Yep. I thought so.

Chances are, before you ever get a steady job as a file clerk in some governmental agency somewhere in Bumfuck, USA Chelsea Clinton will have won an Oscar, a Grammy (for spoken word), and the Nobel Peace Prize. And while you're contemplating suicide as the only way out of your soul-sucking 9-5 job as a clerk in Bumfuck (if you even get it), she will be contemplating her first presidential campaign.

So at this point you should  put away those lofty dreams of "contributing" to the world and being satisfied with the work you're doing while making enough money to live on. You will never achieve these things, you're not good enough. And besides, Chelsea Clinton has saving the world covered. She doesn't need help from losers like you.

Good luck in Bumfuck!      

Great Quotations for Those Not Good Enough

"The truth is that high school — with its attendant torments, humiliations, and idiocies — doesn't really end but stretches far into one's life; that rotten people very often contentedly continue in their rotten ways, and moreover end up thriving; that no one is really all that wonderful inside; and that the world is a thoroughly miserable place.There is no Heaven on earth, and it remains to be seen whether there's a Heaven anywhere."
                                                                    -Andy Nowicki

Daily Affirmation of Failure 8-2-11

I will try to find the best means of escape from my failure as possible. 

No Wonder They Don't Care What I have to Say

Sometimes I talk to people who don't seem to care about anything I say. For most of my life I was convinced that this type of person was a little wacko and had some sort of social maladjustment and that I was the  advanced and sympathetic conversationalist.

 However, I have come to realize now that there is practically no one left who cares to engage in conversation with me, and that most people much prefer to engage with the  "wackos" and "psychopaths."

 They are just more interesting.

The "wackos" and "psychopaths" have been busy with their lives- traveling throughout the world, making tons of money, fucking a lot of women-while I basically stayed put, apparently trapped inside the prison of my own boring mind. While I am not sure what the wacko geniuses ever dreamed of (they seemed to just enjoy their daily lives while being able to mysteriously stuff ungodly amounts of information into their brains) I longed merely to own some property in the country and make a go at farming.

I do not know if this dream of mine formed as a result of sub-conscious realization on my part that I was not going to be very competitive in the marketplace (which I never have been) or was actually a lifestyle that would have made me happy in some way. It doesn't matter; I was never able to make even this quite tepid of life goals come true. In fact, I have never even been close.

So, that is why hardly anyone listens to me anymore. Although I have tried, I never really found myself or made a stable life. Even people that don't know me seem to sense this in some way and when they hear me speak must begin to realize my knowledge has been gained merely through study and not experience.

And it is experience with it is concomitant tangible and visible manifestations which are truly respected by others. Knowledge without experience  is nothing and quite meaningless.


         

Daily Affirmation of Failure for July 17, 2011

I will start the day with the realization that all my best is behind me. All attempts to change my life for the good will be futile for I really don't how to change it, and if I don't know by now, I never will. There are millions upon millions of people who are smarter, younger, better looking and more ambitious than me, so I can't really hope to compete with them even if I had my head on straight. Best to be contented with what I have now, which isn't much, but is really all I can expect from a world I don't like all that much anyway.