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name: Josh/Elmo/Bob The Duck
age: 22
location: wisconsin
occupation: pornographic connoisseur
email: bobtheduck@hotmail.com

someone once told me they didn't have a social capacity. i told them to fuck off

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Thursday, December 09, 2004

This is a paper i had to write for a class, about my version of the American Dream. I felt i should share it. I'm not good at explaining my goal in life, but it's an emotional thing. It's a way i feel. I touched on it when ever i talk about Big Fish. Later i may post something else

Blah!

To many people, the American Dream is stereotypical. 2.4 kids, a house in their choice of setting with a packed garage, and a partner; usually married. I’ve chosen otherwise. As long as I am content with my life, I have my version of that dream. Now, that doesn’t mean I don’t have a higher goal, just that I’m good for now. In my opinion, people are greedy. They get something, and want the next step, or level up of it. As long as I’m content, I’m straight. One time I might be comfortable living at home, while the next I’ll be spending a week elsewhere, away from Satan-Mom. Whims and motive change, and new ideals are learned, followed by new motivations and ways of thought.

Happiness has nothing to do with it. To me, someone who is looking for eternal happiness is blind, or seeking a supply of Prozac. They’re artificial. Why would you want to cut yourself off from the rest of the emotional spectrum like that? There are so many things we can learn from the ones we’ve severed from our systems of unpleasantness. It seems kind of unhealthy.
Yes, I do have a life goal, and I may be a little less content with myself if I don’t achieve it, but the now is as important is the later tome. Try new things, what have you got to lose? It’s become my second motto, and after seeing the movie Big Fish and knowing my moms late boyfriend, I KNOW that that’s one of the keys to success, as the cliché goes.[1]

In the end, I want to be content Material possessions will always help, and a partner along the side for all the emotional blessings are always welcome in my quest, (of course I’ll side track to find them jus’ like everyone else, I’ll admit) it’s the end result that matters most.

[1] Goal= leaving a legacy. Like Hubie, and Edward Bloom, from Big Fish, I want to be able to not have room in my funeral for everyone. I want that, more than anything in my life. I want my legacy, not to be a useless bum, as difficult as it is to achieve. I want that.

Elmo blacked out at 2:57 PM