Reflecting on a life of sadness, anger, and bad decisions, I've concluded that my brain is against me. I've decided to go robotic. I will only DO things, as is the central purpose of a robot. With as little conception as possible, since my active mind only causes me harm. A benevolent voice said to me out of the darkness last night, "Pupper, you are often wrong." I will now be as unthinking and unfeeling as the rivets that hold me together.
Aww, Pupper. It sounds like you are going through a rough patch. I'm sorry. Your posts indicate that you are an interesting, caring guy. I hope whatever is bothering you passes quickly. It's not fun when we beat up on ourselves. Feel better.
Life is much like rocket science, Pupper. Rather than view mistakes, sadness, anger, & bad decisions as roadblocks to justify the cancellation of emotional & thoughtful projects & experiences, view them as stepping stones instead: the foot & handholds you will require to orientate, recalibrate, fine-tune, & to reach desired destinations.
Pupper is on my mind. I hope his surgery went well and that he's on his way to better days. Sending you good vibes, Pupper!