unequivocally

it's a pervasive evil in our society, i think, to be afraid to be miserable. we've got so many different cures and potions and pills and bullshit that it's like sometimes we forget that if things are shitty, it's only natural and right to be downright dog miserable. misery is great. misery writes great songs, it dictates heartbreakingly amazing novels full of truth, it bleeds poetry. misery helps you appreciate a good straight whiskey, and it makes you really sit down and think about what is important to you. if you've never been miserable, if you've never wanted to slit your goddamned throat just to be done with unhappiness, how do you know what it is to be happy, to be glad to be alive? misery an extreme of emotion, and emotion is how you know you're alive.

i am not currently miserable. far from it, actually. but i've been miserable before, and i'll be miserable again. a time will come when all the world could burn in hell and it wouldn't satisfy my misery, my deep-down blood-black depression, the void that opens up for whatever reason- circumstantial or chemical or whatever. life is like, binary, man, and if you're fucking afraid of risking shit because you could fail or because it'll hurt, you'll never really be happy, or succeed, or feel pleasure either. misery, as a wise man once said, is the river of the world. deal with it or get the fuck out, right? easier blogged to no one than advised to your nearest and dearest, stupid though she may be being.