The Bucket List was on and I went to see it in theaters when I lived in Georgia with my Aunt and Grandparents. Good movie I'm not going to downplay it. But one part makes me think a lot if it's true.
Did you find joy in your life? Not really.
Did your life bring joy to others? F*cking I don't know ask them.
Can't you just answer? I'm not sure, can you speak in anything but questions?
Send him back. DAMN!
Are you saying you don't have joy in your life? Do you have kids or hobbies or a rewarding job, someone you love to pieces, pets? If not, what do you think would bring you joy if you could have anything you wanted?
No children. No girlfriend/wife. I'm a Security/Safety Specialist at a hospital, everyone I'm sure feels this way and I'm not different in that I do most the work and my boss gets top marks for it. I have 6 cats, 1 dog, various backyard creatures I feed. Hobbies: reading, writing, keyboards. I'd love to travel but I'd bring me with me. I'm way way way way too obsessed with the past to make anything meaningful of the present. That's pretty honest isn't it?
I was just trying to make people laugh out here/there. I feel like complete and dismal shit today and I keep this jester form up all day because it makes people laugh and then walk by. I never have to get into conversation. That's all I was trying to do but on here. Just a smirk or a chuckle.
My question is
Were those lines from the movie?
Morgan Freeman asked Jack Nicholson those questions atop a pyramid.
So....yes.
Thank you
Now I can see the humor in it. I just read it again
I never saw the movie. So the post was confusing
I bet if my husband read it he would know exactly what you were saying 
I bet if my husband read it he would say....."wtf? You're straight! Why'd you marry me?!?! You never loved me!!! I want my happiness back!!!" Then kill me with an ax or some other heavy duty gardening implement.
Then chop me up and grind me down to put in the garden, because I do have several. Flinging what's left of my memory to the Harvest moon and keeping my teeth for Halloween purposes.......my paranoia has gotten completely out of hand. Wait.....I don't have a hand anymore it's fertilizer now. DAMN.
Come on. We're all in the same leaking boat. Not a titter? Hopefully people read and don't respond but smirk at least. That's what keeps me here: the smirk. No I don't feel good enough to smile but once in a while I smirk. I'm in security and I'm not big (5'7) and so many big strong people have talked down to me and found otherwise. And I think we're like that. Maybe hurt easier, feel deeper and longer or connect to things others don't see/smell/hear/feel. I don't know why we are how we are, but we're here. I can't remember who said it but a very wise person was quoted, "being like everyone else is the same as being nobody."
Chuckle, smirk, sigh
😏
Is that an encouraging face or a keep your day job you silly little man face?
That’s the smirk emoji.
Your reply to Dolphin about your husband really made me laugh.
Ever thought of doing standup? You’re good!
I meant it as a good thing.
I honestly think that there is no thing like happiness in life. BT we finish our whole life in pursuit of happiness or joy. Maybe sometimes we get bit of joy but the pain we suffere during chasing happiness is always limitless. It will be better if we stop believing in happiness and hence stop the chasing andjust keep ourself busy in any task. Keeping neutral. Neither too much sadness nor pinch of happiness. BT this doesn't mean throw our life for nothing i.e. suicide. It is the only sin. While chasing happiness we can easily get frustrated and depressed because we are not satisfied with the current situation, sadness. This happiness f**ks our whole life. It makes us chase throughout our life. We get tired , exhausted bcoz of this. Stop this. Don't believe in happiness and just keep busy in any work. Whenever we try to pursue something bcoz we are not happy with the current situation. Don't pursue joy . Be busy.
Taken A Timeout 
today is your day 
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