What kind of attitude do you guys have when you go about your daily life? What are your general thoughts, moods, personality, and ideas.
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What makes you guys tick.
-SS 
Ever since sophmore year in high school, when I read * The Electric Kool-aid Acid Test* for fun, my motto has been that of Timothy Leary: Transcend the Bullshit. Pretty much says it all.
My day-to-day attitude is like a New Yorker cartoon I recall from a few years back: a tentative-looking guy walking down the street, looking downards and saying, “well, if everything goes alright, that ol’ left foot should be coming into view soon . . .”
I guess I try to take great pleasure in little things, the whole time expecting that Acme safe to drop on my head any second.
Inspirational quotes tend to bug me, but my friend Adam had this on his mirror:
“today will be 10% circumstances and 90% what you choose to make of them”.
I like it, but I’m still working on implementing it 
Ignorant since 1972
This thread shouldn’t be posted in this forum for my life is neither mundane or pointless.
I live a rugged, lonely life doing a job that few others ever consider doing.
At a moment’s notice I may have to put my life in jeopardy to save someone else’s. I can control the fates of 120 souls – make them miserable or reward them lavishly.
I go without sex for six months at a time.
My moods run the gamut in minutes; from a pompous pride to stark fear; from intense loneliness to joyful comraderie; from true belief to coersive skeptic.
I am an 18-year-old in a 36-year-old body.
I am an 88-year-old in a 36-year-old body.
I am, at times, a drain on the economy or a throwback to a more idealistic time.
More often than not, I am overlooked by those who enjoy the freedom I help provide.
And in spite of these downfalls and foibles I still wake up every morning proud of who I am and what I do.
I’d say that is a better attitude than most.
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Occupation: Swabbie Pounder, First Class
Location: Anywhere you feckless landlubbers ain’t.
Interests: Navy Chow, Port of Call, The Head, Air Superiority
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“Avast and ahoy, landlubbers! Shore leave’s in August. Hide your women.” – A WallySig
There are very few things that matter. When you find one, DON’T SCREW IT UP!
Sig! Sig a Sog! Sig it loud! Sig it Strog! – Karen Carpenter with a head cold
You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? You talkin’ to me? Then you the hell else are you talkin’ to? You talkin’ to me? Well I’m the only one here. Who do you think you’re talking to? Oh yeah? Huh? Ok.
Life… don’t talk to me about life.
I’ve got this terrible pain down all the diodes on my left side. I’ve asked for them to be replaced, but no one ever listens. Oh god, I’m depressed…
http://www.madpoet.com
I am human, and I need to be loved
Just like anybody else does
“10 billion logic functions, maybe more
And they make me pick up paper off the floor”
My attitude sucks. I know it should be different, and I know I should be positive all the time, and I know that life is only what you make out of it, but my attitude still sucks. Depression comes way too easy for me. Old habits are really hard to break.
All there is to thinking is seeing something noticeable which makes you see something you weren’t noticing which makes you see something that isn’t even visable.
Very interesting topic, SkySlash. How to describe myself to the TM? Well, I am a Christian, housewife, mom, friend, lover(well, not right now, but that’s another story), volunteer, crafter, singer, and all around goofball. I love lots of people, things, and nature. I have no tolerance for hypocrisy or excessively bad manners. I am a recovering chocoholic and perfectionist. I am, after a many-year battle, learning to like who and what I am. I have the most incredible friends in the world, the most awesome kids, and a husband who loves me. I love music, reading, animals, pets, gardening, and watching movies. I am becoming the person I always wanted to be.
You sing in my consciousness like a counterpoint to my life.
L.L.
That’s my name, not a description. I am neither purple nor a bear. Okay, so I’m purple.<a true Wally original!>
I’m generally a jovial person. When I miss a day at work everyone tells me how quiet the office was while I was out. I don’t know if that is good or bad. I try really hard not to get stressed. I enjoy working, makes me appreciate time off. Not really into material things.
** Sigh. So many men, so few who can afford me ** Original by Wally
I’ve learned that if someone says something unkind about me, I must live so that no one will believe it.
I try to remain positive and focus on the bright side of life. My co-workers sometimes accuse me of being “too happy.” I may not seem that way on the BBS most of the time because this is a convenient place to vent. But IRL, I try not to complain. Instead, I try to focus on some handy-dandy-self-help-guru-type phrases like:
“Pain is inevitable; suffering is optional.” -Unknown
“He who has a ‘why’ to live can bear almost any ‘how’.” -Viktor Frankl
“Most people are about as happy has they make up their minds to be.” -Abraham Lincoln
“This too shall pass.” -I dunno
Some things won’t pass, though, like the muscular dystrophy. It’ll just get worse and worse. But I’ve had the opportunity to meet a lot of different people. Some are (IMHonestO) not nearly as disabled as I, yet they’ve given up; they don’t work, they withdraw from society, they hole up in their homes and wait for their SSI checks. And I’ve met some that make me feel embarrassed to call myself disabled; it seems that, compared to them, there’s nothing really wrong with me. But they are motivated, they work, they are active in the community, and they are truly an inspiration.
So I have a choice. I choose to make the best of things and consider myself lucky that I’m as well-off as I am. I hope to be an inspiration to others. Maybe someday someone will write a feel-good Reader’s Digest story about me
“I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it,” Jack Handy
Like my profile on OpalCat’s site says, “Do nothing, see what happens.”
Attitude? I got your attitude right her…err ummm hurmph( looking around )
Who Me? Pretty good and happy most of the time. Ignorance is bliss ya know.
Yours truly,
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Just for the record, in order: Not by me, and damn well you should.
Me? My philosophy consists of: Hope for the best, plan for the worst, and take whatever you get.
This is getting hard. Somebody relieve me. (A Wallian exclamation)
Off the top of my head the only thing I can think of is that I take great solace in the fact that each day I live brings me one day closer to the sweet, sweet relief of death.
“Mrs. Krabappel, are you trying to seduce me?”
The key to a happy life is knowing when to do something and more importantly when to do nothing… if you need help with the nothing part…ask me… I’m an expert!
Never criticize a person until you walk a mile in their shoes… this way when you do criticize them you’ll be a mile away… oh… and you’ll have free shoes. :o)
It seems there are some very well balanced people among us here That’s awesome! Heres the way I see life…just my POV.
Life, the middle point of our existence…
How do I view life? With so much ambitious, motivated optimism, enthusiasm, and drive I’m the most arrogant, negative, and pessimistic prick you’ll ever know or meet.
People want someone else to live for them; you want someone else to push the buttons, to drive your destiny. People are content to sit back, get fat, work for a fraction of your value, and sleep your days into the grave. Of course that decision is someone else’s fault, no one told you different right? When life passes you by you won’t even remember what it was like to make a decision. Youthful arrogance and innocence will have past you, and mind numbing reality will not only be your prison, but the realization that you are unwilling to do anything about it will mean even less than the fact that you don’t care enough to do anything anyway. People want the best of everything, you want to wear beautiful clothing, drive fine vehicles, and have the respect that comes with status. You’d rather win the lottery though than bust your ass to get it. People need to be loved, you desire friendship, you crave acceptance, but other people are so stupid, they only see beauty on the outside…and if you are not beautiful outside, they never waste the time to look deeper inside you, as though they would find anything anyway. You want to be a model, have rippling muscles or be a Julia Roberts or Arnold Schwarzennaegar, but you don’t want to live in the gym to get there. You always said you would do this or that…but nothing in your life proves it. You’ll get married when you’re not ready, because that’s what is socially acceptable; it’s ok though because that’s what society insisted you do. You’ll have friends among the sheep, you’ll probably even find a church to go waste Sunday mornings at…unless of course you practice what you learn and profess to believe, and then no one will accept you because you’re an extremist, a Jesus freak if you will. If you just go though and forget everything for Monday you’re ok, because that’s how you’re supposed to do it, just ask the Joneses. You’ll have a kid, and then you’ll ignore him, he’ll just be another drone among the masses, you’ll mean well, you’ll try, but you just won’t give it your all, why should you anyway? He hates you right? Maybe that’s because he doesn’t know you, and vice versa! You’ll get a job you don’t like, that is if you make it through college for the all-important piece of scrap that says you’re “smart and responsible”. Then you get to wear a ring that says you did your time, and you have something to chat about with the boys at the retirement home…oh the good old days, when you drank, drugged, and fucked into a mindless bliss of wasted time. Isn’t that what its about really? Time??? What is that anyway, some cruel poison, or an opportunity to make the best of it while the clock runs out. You’re afraid of death, you’re scared shitless of the unknown, and you have no idea how to deal with change.
That’s ok though, because there’s a couple billion others just like you, with the same issues, the same identity crisis. Don’t worry though, you’ll die forgotten, and the legacy you leave behind will simply consist of a name on a gravestone, that way you have to do nothing, you can enjoy peaceful death like you did life, someone else can do the work, someone else can push the buttons, and you won’t have to be burdened by worrying about anything that matters, after all, isn’t that how its supposed to be?
According to man I am a genius, I have an IQ of 168 and my reading, education, and social skills are considered by many psychologists and friends to be extraordinary and unique. I can make anyone I choose to a friend, and I can see through anyone I’ve ever met. I like people as much as I hate them. I find life trivial at best, and I believe that no matter what is done in life, the only thing that matters in the end is what is left behind. I have found only one person in the world I considered unique enough to earn my respect; he died at the ripe old age of 6. He was a young man with Leukemia, I never saw him with a frown, and no matter how much he hurt, or how painful his short life was, he always had a kiss for a friend, and a smile for someone new. That little boy knew he was going to die, he would tell you, and he would ask you not to be sad. He would say that, “Sometimes these things happen, but that’s ok because at least I get a little while to live.” His name was Adam, I always found that ironic for some reason, I have never discovered why. In all that “society”, “science”, and “psychology” tell me I will accomplish, I will never be as wise as that kid…he taught me the meaning of life, and no matter what I do that seems a noble pursuit, I will always be reminded of Adam, and I will always wonder what it was that made him so content with reality, so willing to live everything to the fullest, and so unwilling to blame anything on anyone. I have a optimistic view of everything. I do absolutely everything I can to make myself the best in everything. I read every book I can get a hold of, and I speak to every older person I can, trying to learn from the experienced what it is I’m striving for. I have gone further than any of my friends, I have accomplished more than all of my peers. Does this matter? Of course not, what does it mean in the grand scheme of things? I am in perfect physical condition, I have no apparent flaws, and according to society, I am beautiful. What does this matter? It doesn’t, not in the least…not at all. I have accomplished everything I have set my mind too, I take responsibility for every aspect of my life, and I have no expectations of anyone for anything or any respect. I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. I could care less about anyone because I find people boring; I find them mindless, foolish, and lazy. Why? It doesn’t even matter. I’ve never met my peer…I consider myself elite, way beyond anyone else, the only difference between you and me, is that I am willing to verbalize it and prove it. You probably hate me now, think I’m arrogant, prideful, foolish because of my brash bragging…congratulations, I am. You get the gold star. The reality is that it doesn’t matter though. You’re going to die, I’m going to die…why would it matter if I was a President and you were only a peon…we’ll both be buried and eventually forgotten. Why do I say all this…simple.
Go to a window, look out…what do you see? Congratulations if you said everything…because that is the correct answer, it’s all yours…you can be anything; you simply have to choose that, and then go get it. There are no rules; there is no glass ceiling. The only thing keeping you from becoming everything you’ve always dreamed is you choosing to take the first step. What is life? It’s a series of steps.
You can be stupid…or you can live. Like me or not, I don’t care. I look inside and I have all that I need…no one provides my smile, and nothing scares me, because in the end…I have no control over it anyway, and neither do you. So live, smile, and realize that it is all trvial, do it your way, and tell everyone else to go to hell. Neurotic? I hope so…because then I am truly set apart, and if society says I am crazy, then everything I believe is all that matters.
How do I look at life?
“I don’t, that would keep me from living it!”
-SS
I try to look at every day as a new and wonderful beginning. I don’t always succeed, but I have learned in the past few years that the old cliche… life is too short, is a very true one. I love to laugh and generally that helps with the stressful times.
I treat people with respect and compassion and in turn hope to receive that back, but I’m also a very forgiving person, so tend to be walked on and I just brush it off.
Most of all, I value my family and friends to the farthest extent possible. No amount of money or luxurious item can ever replace the feeling of being loved.
Give your children these two things: One is roots, the other, wings - Wally Wally He’s our Man
BTW… Chiefy, your post was wonderful! Even from way up here, I have the utmost respect for what you do and the choices you have made. You should be very proud of yourself!
Give your children these two things: One is roots, the other, wings - Wally Wally He’s our Man