I've come to the conclusion that I'm probably going to end up killing myself within the next five years. This shouldn't be overly suprising.

I'm not designed for this particular time period or area of the world. I have no deep family connections, I have no close friends, or really any friends outside of my aquaintances at work, and I own no property or anything that really holds me down.

I believe I've already achieved the potential that I'm capable of achieving, quite a while ago, and I just don't really enjoy being alive enough to want to keep doing it.

So yeah. I'm willing to bet I will get bored, annoyed, or depressed enough in about five years or so.

Isn't it funny how suicidal impulses come in the form of intense boredom? I mean, don't get me wrong, there's not nessicarily anything wrong with my life. I just don't enjoy it.

And really, like you can pretend it doesn't feel like there should be something a little more significant going on that what we're doing around here. I mean really. I sit in a little room with a bunch of furless monkeys, our sole reason for existing being to operate cameras in order to let another bunch of furless monkeys come in and give us their money. Your sole reason for existing might be a little better, maybe your a doctor, and you spend all your time fixing up monekys so that we can go out and do stupid things and get hurt again.

I just think we're lacking in something, that's all.

Blah, I always knew I should have dropped out and started a cult.

I think I would have been better off about a hundred years ago. BUt not I must shower and go work, so perhaps I'll write that some other time.