It seems like here is the only place to drunkenly talk about my problems without ruining my reputation of the guy that always has the answers. I know no one never looks at this account because frankly I never do! But... I guess my main problem is I have no problems. I have a job, a car, a band, and a sense of pride. But I have other peoples problems. Like, the kind I'm always in the middle of because of my insane need to mediate. Girlfriend got you down? I'll let you and her tell me both sides so I can come up with your damn solution. The boss gave you extra work? Well I'll let you vent on me. I left my depression behind years ago. When I think of no one else I'm happy, but it makes me sad to be so selfish. But when I worry about other peoples shit it makes me happy to be involved, but sad to hear about all the dumb drama that people can create for themselves. Now I'm not devout or anything but I like to think of myself as a Buddhist, and that the nothingness of the universe is divided and controlled by the minds and hearts of every living soul and being. But lately I've been seeing a whole lot of empty heads. I know that stress gets to every man, but when I hear about other peoples problems, it amplifies my own. From a broken light bulb to the future I'm carving to myself. It doesn't matter how big or small it is, it can be frustrating at times, and I pride myself on never getting frustrated. But just today I heard something that made me so mad at the human race I decided to drink a pint of vodka and break a glass on the wall. I wont say what just for the pride of the person in question, but it got me legitimately physically angry for the first time in two years. I have not acted in violence since 2007, and this one thing sparks two of my most hated demons. I'm just confused as to how and why humans do things they know is wrong, is against the law of even the most basic cultures, and commits it with a proverbial smile. Just for the money.... I suppose if I could change anything, I would turn currency into pieces of useless paper. Well if anyone even reads thanks for listening. If you didn't make it all the way, then you have one less thing to worry about, lucky.