I know one thing: I live a more worthwhile life than Lister and the gang probably do!tomtom94 said:
Poll: A worthwhile life.
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I don't know man, my own space ship and as much chicken vindeloo as I could ever want. Sounds like a pretty sweet set-up.KillerMidget said:
Well, they do lose the big-ass spaceship for a season or so, so the set-up goes sour.TheButteryGoodness said:
My ambition is all I care about, so yes, I am living my life well, as I'm working towards my goals. MI next year baby.
My dreams aren't possible in a million years, I have no motivation, and I have yet to make any
money doing anything that I actually like to do.
So no, my life is not worthwhile.
money doing anything that I actually like to do.
So no, my life is not worthwhile.
yeah plus spending the rest of your life with 3 men and no women dosen't sound too enticing either.KillerMidget said:
There is no such thing as a worth-while life, we all live and die and that is the only purpose of it all. Only a matter of chance allows one to live a life that is full filling and many of us won't survive to get more then a few tastes of happiness. Quite a few won't even get that....
In a word: No.
For starters, I've never made any real friends that have lasted. I've successfully alienated myself from other unintentionally. I get picked on in front of the rest of the school, and people do nothing (if anything, they just make little remarks about the bully behind his back to me, thanks for standing up for me!). I've had three girls that I've been interested in. One broke up after three weeks of dating. Another, we seem to be drifting apart (which is happening now, which may explain why I feel sadden currently) and she seems more into another guy. A third, I never even told her my real feelings and she seemed more into others.
My family couldn't care less about me and continue to take care of me almost out of vanity but also out of the possibility of me doing future favours for them. My education continues to get worse and the concept of me being able to go to university is getting increasingly weaker. I'm unable to socially function, to the extent that during an university interview, the interviewer decided to tell me straight after her introducing herself that I would be unable to function at university without help. The closest I can go is my volunteer hours at a day centre for old people, which even then I sometimes miss days without giving notice and I usually spend my hour a week reading a book in the corner of the computer room.
(Edit: Just forgot my poor physical and mental health. I'm long-sighted and over-weight on the physical side. I've been diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome since I was young (which has a stigma to it thanks to self-diagnosing idiots) and a possible collection of mental problems that despite displaying clear signs of in front of school teachers, some qualified in the psychiatric field to an extent, remain unchecked)
So, has my life been worthwhile? No. It's been dull, annoying and depressing.
For starters, I've never made any real friends that have lasted. I've successfully alienated myself from other unintentionally. I get picked on in front of the rest of the school, and people do nothing (if anything, they just make little remarks about the bully behind his back to me, thanks for standing up for me!). I've had three girls that I've been interested in. One broke up after three weeks of dating. Another, we seem to be drifting apart (which is happening now, which may explain why I feel sadden currently) and she seems more into another guy. A third, I never even told her my real feelings and she seemed more into others.
My family couldn't care less about me and continue to take care of me almost out of vanity but also out of the possibility of me doing future favours for them. My education continues to get worse and the concept of me being able to go to university is getting increasingly weaker. I'm unable to socially function, to the extent that during an university interview, the interviewer decided to tell me straight after her introducing herself that I would be unable to function at university without help. The closest I can go is my volunteer hours at a day centre for old people, which even then I sometimes miss days without giving notice and I usually spend my hour a week reading a book in the corner of the computer room.
(Edit: Just forgot my poor physical and mental health. I'm long-sighted and over-weight on the physical side. I've been diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome since I was young (which has a stigma to it thanks to self-diagnosing idiots) and a possible collection of mental problems that despite displaying clear signs of in front of school teachers, some qualified in the psychiatric field to an extent, remain unchecked)
So, has my life been worthwhile? No. It's been dull, annoying and depressing.
As do I, thats why I'm asking whether YOU judge it worthwhile. When it comes to your life, the only opinion that matters is your own.Kelbear said:
Yes, I definitely would say that my life is "worthwhile" - to be honest, the term itself is a little confusing, but I think if one were to look at what I'm doing with my life and how I'm living it, I think that most people would agree that what I'm doing is worthwhile.
For some reason when I saw the thread title I thought of this by Dylan Thomas;
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dunno if my life has been worthwhile but it's been my life and that to me counts for something.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dunno if my life has been worthwhile but it's been my life and that to me counts for something.
