<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175491644500874565</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:39:46.323-07:00</updated><category term='life burn lost thoughts hope hopelessness'/><category term='catharsis personal thoughts'/><category term='depression and happiness'/><title type='text'>The Optimistic Misanthrope</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a man of contradictions, who isn't. That is what this about, a place for me to put down my thoughts to see them from out side my head to see if it looks any less fucked up.   This blog is more of an exercise of catharsis than spilling my guts to the world.  I have no interest what others think or care about, but if you identify with what I say or care to add something go right on a head.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dr Woody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175491644500874565.post-1339903449991762789</id><published>2009-06-29T11:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:35:48.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m sick of living a meaningless existence, doing what I&amp;#39;m told playing by the rules, not questioning and getting nothing for it.  Well I say fuck you. No more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175491644500874565-1339903449991762789?l=optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/feeds/1339903449991762789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-sick-of-living-meaningless-existence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/1339903449991762789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/1339903449991762789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-sick-of-living-meaningless-existence.html' title=''/><author><name>Dr Woody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175491644500874565.post-508066737163436240</id><published>2009-06-27T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:35:32.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another random thought</title><content type='html'>The quote "I think therefore I am," I think (ha!) is a bunch of crap, what about the existence of the rock sitting on the ledge of a cliff "It sits therefore it is?"  The above quote maybe talking about the soul? I don't know.  But I think it's a failed attempt at explaining existence/reality.  While thought provoking, I believe it only goes as far as consciousness/self-awareness, but not as deep as to existence.  Why are we here so to speak.  another thought; how egomanical is it to "define" reality, what is reality? perception? collective understanding of what is?  I don't believe there is a correct answer, if there is you are God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175491644500874565-508066737163436240?l=optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/feeds/508066737163436240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-random-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/508066737163436240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/508066737163436240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-random-thought.html' title='another random thought'/><author><name>Dr Woody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175491644500874565.post-4217135952745919569</id><published>2009-06-27T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:31:24.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Question</title><content type='html'>Feel free to answer this yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define the human condition in one word then follow-up with an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer: Struggle- &lt;br /&gt;A struggle with ones one sense of self,&lt;br /&gt;struggle with the outside environment,&lt;br /&gt;struggle against animalistic/evolutionary instincts/impulses,&lt;br /&gt;struggle to define purpose,&lt;br /&gt;struggle against all others that impose,&lt;br /&gt;struggle to maintain balance and harmony when it has no real control,&lt;br /&gt;struggle with reality and its perception of reality,&lt;br /&gt;This strugle with in humans ownselves and the self awareness of this struggle, be it conscious or subconscious is what sets humans apart from the rest of the creations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175491644500874565-4217135952745919569?l=optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/feeds/4217135952745919569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/4217135952745919569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/4217135952745919569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-question.html' title='A Random Question'/><author><name>Dr Woody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175491644500874565.post-7644826066548527874</id><published>2009-06-09T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:07:14.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shell of a life, only a shadow of love. Smoke, fire, ash, that&amp;#39;s all I have to look forward to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175491644500874565-7644826066548527874?l=optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/feeds/7644826066548527874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/06/shell-of-life-only-shadow-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/7644826066548527874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/7644826066548527874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/06/shell-of-life-only-shadow-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Dr Woody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175491644500874565.post-2599194310118692618</id><published>2009-04-27T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:15:53.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha! What a sick, twisted sense of humor the powers that be (god, chance, fate, whatever) have.  Today I was presented with a choice, truly a life altering decision between what I want and what I need. The only thing is that line is rather blurry between the choices to decide. I am paralyzed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175491644500874565-2599194310118692618?l=optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/feeds/2599194310118692618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/04/ha-what-sick-twisted-sense-of-humor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/2599194310118692618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/2599194310118692618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/04/ha-what-sick-twisted-sense-of-humor.html' title=''/><author><name>Dr Woody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175491644500874565.post-8468227876295132418</id><published>2009-04-27T13:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:23:28.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am narsacissic enough to have delusions of grandure, but grounded enough to know that they are in fact just delusions...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175491644500874565-8468227876295132418?l=optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/feeds/8468227876295132418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-narsacissic-enough-to-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/8468227876295132418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/8468227876295132418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-narsacissic-enough-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Dr Woody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175491644500874565.post-4154706080539671783</id><published>2009-04-27T10:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:33:01.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am waiting. Waiting for some revelation, some profound thought that would give me perspective, some answers, I wait and nothing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175491644500874565-4154706080539671783?l=optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/feeds/4154706080539671783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/4154706080539671783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/4154706080539671783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>Dr Woody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175491644500874565.post-1571065794937240899</id><published>2009-04-26T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:30:21.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was, is, will be.  Such short words that can have such depressing connotations and fear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175491644500874565-1571065794937240899?l=optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/feeds/1571065794937240899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/04/was-is-will-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/1571065794937240899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/1571065794937240899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/04/was-is-will-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Dr Woody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175491644500874565.post-2088837317379858474</id><published>2009-04-26T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:56:26.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression and happiness'/><title type='text'>peaks and valleys</title><content type='html'>I find it odd that I define life by my failures and short comings.  Sure when I look back I see my successes, but it is usually defined by a failure first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through life their is peaks and valleys.  But I never see the peaks.  I am always in the valley, surrounded by the dark shadows cast upon me, claustrophobic, crushing.  It is not until I get into the valley that I have seen the peak that I just came from, and I do not see the peaks in front of me because from the valley it looks insurmountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I find it easier to articulate my darkness rather than my light.  I tend 'feel' the most when I am in a bad place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175491644500874565-2088837317379858474?l=optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/feeds/2088837317379858474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/04/peaks-and-valleys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/2088837317379858474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/2088837317379858474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/04/peaks-and-valleys.html' title='peaks and valleys'/><author><name>Dr Woody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175491644500874565.post-2479135833323160748</id><published>2009-04-26T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:48:23.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life burn lost thoughts hope hopelessness'/><title type='text'>lost and burning</title><content type='html'>The burning inside is no longer just a smolder, the chaotic winds that is life have fanned them in to a blaze that has all but consumed.  Those same winds have also knocked me off of what I considered a steady course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing more than a lost burning ship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175491644500874565-2479135833323160748?l=optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/feeds/2479135833323160748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-and-burning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/2479135833323160748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/2479135833323160748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-and-burning.html' title='lost and burning'/><author><name>Dr Woody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3175491644500874565.post-4765735339660753033</id><published>2009-04-26T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:42:13.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catharsis personal thoughts'/><title type='text'>I am that I am</title><content type='html'>My first post here should probably explain why I am doing this.  I feel that I need to get the jumbled up, fuck-up, messed-up thoughts and processes that occur in my head and put them on "paper" to see if it makes any more sense from the outside, rather than inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is more for myself, but if you get anything out of it, the more the merrier. Just so you know what to expect this will be extremely disjointed and sometimes not make any sense.  Due to the fact that I will probably just let the flood gates open from time to time and not sensor or try to make sense of it right then and their.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3175491644500874565-4765735339660753033?l=optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/feeds/4765735339660753033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-that-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/4765735339660753033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3175491644500874565/posts/default/4765735339660753033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://optimistic-misanthrope.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-that-i-am.html' title='I am that I am'/><author><name>Dr Woody</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
