i meant that if you can teach yourself to recognize the little things that are good -- the little smells -- instead of just letting your nose trick you into smelling nothing but the world's shit, maybe you'll find something worth living for.
but the other guy is right i'm an incoherent retard. i wish someone smarter would step up to help the OP. no one deserves to go through this shit.
just know that you're chatting right now with someone who's been there.
look, this is going to sound stupid as all hell, but do you know how a dog's nose works -- why they use dogs to sniff out drugs?
you can't hide odors from a dog. remember going to your grandma's house, how the whole place smelled like soup or something worse? to us, one powerful odor is capable of snuffing out all the others, but a dog's nose doesn't work that way. a dog smells -- and its brain processes -- every individual scent.
well, we're humans: we don't have noses like that, but we have brains. and if our brains weren't capable of processing information the way a dog's nose can smell a rosebud growing in a pile of shit, then we'd still be nothing but tree-dwellers and dogs would be our masters instead of our pets.
you just have to keep walking. i don't know where you live ... maybe it's some concrete jungle in southern california that smells like car exhaust or a podunk town in indiana that smells like horse shit, but don't let the stink fool you. you'll catch a whiff of something sweet every now and then, and every single time you do -- and you force yourself to acknowledge it -- your brain will be that much closer to working the way it should work -- like a dog's nose. you'll notice the little joys again, and then they'll become big joys.
so get up and walk, bro. if you have any beers left, put them in your pocket (or pour them into a water bottle / soda can so the cops don't fuck with you) and walk back to the store for some more. just get the fuck away from the computer. any kind of light -- sunlight, moonlight ... -- is better than monitor light. and walk to the store again tomorrow. and if you can't make it even halfway home before all your beer is gone and you're too tired to walk back for more, and you're ready to just fall asleep in a ditch or a gutter, keep walking.
it's not even lobster. i was super excited when i heard they had a lobster sandwich, so's i gets to the restaurants and on the menu it reads: "signature lobster and seafood salad." you just know there's some fine print bullshit about "all-natural lobster flavor" and that i paid nearly $700 two scoops of coleslaw + imitation crab meat stuffed into a stale bun
i live near the city with the biggest heroin problem in north america. i know what junkies are like. and i'll take them over alkies any day. heroin may be liquid death, but it isn't "liquid courage" like alcohol.