Sam Pink Quotes

And I can see either accepting everything that happens, or accepting none, but in between I lose hope.

I realize every specific thing I worry about is nothing compared to the main worry I have which never has an object.

My history is the history of things imagined and not-happened.

I'm hoping to find an advertisement for a job that entails worrying when removing your hand from your pockets because you always think that you are dropping something so you turn around and check the ground and shit but nothing, but maybe something, but always maybe something.

I walk down the hallway and go into my room and call it a day and it calls me something else.

I always think about getting randomly hurt and how awesome it would be to just immediately be changed and removed from my situation. To have something direct to worry about, like a broken leg or a really big cut. I'd no longer be a person blending in.

There should be a word for what happens when you begin to ruin a feeling by saying it.

And I realize I have never once actually been happy in my life.
And also never felt any kind of care that didn't threaten to give up when challenged.

My ideal date would involve painful silence. My ideal date wouldn't involve me.

And I saw my reflection in a lake and I waited for it to freeze a little bit so I could break it with my boot.

The terrible divide between trying and being ready to try.

People viewed me as an adult but I was just shit.
I always expected adulthood to happen, to make, like, a popping or dinging sound when it did.

He just danced, eating chips. Then he started bouncing up and down, bending at the knees. Classic baby style. I felt like turning to the girl next to me and saying, "Ah, classic baby style.

If I ever find a dead horse, I am going to beat the fucking shit out of it.

The dream I have when I go to sleep involves me crawling through a very narrow wooden corridor for a very long time.

And I realize that there is nothing to worry about without first wanting to be alive a certain way.
That is somewhat relaxing to think.

I think that if I discovered I had cancer I would immediately say the word, "Phew."
Phew.

You still worked, thinking I didn't.
But I do still work.
I still work and I want you to know that.

Not quite a piece of shit myself, but the streak for sure. For sure the area the shit passes over and leaves behind parts of itself.

When the stoplight signals to cross I wait to take a step until the other men walk away.

I don't want to walk next to them.

It is horrible for me to be walking at the same pace next to someone on the sidewalk.

And like all others, these men pass me.

Now knowing that in infinite space there is a pure negative, shaped exactly like me.

With no intentions of making friends.

Insecure enough not to make friends so as not to lose them.

And I know that when I run from something, there is a bigger part of me that hopes I get caught than there is that hopes I get away.

Outside, I experience a bad feeling and I realize it is because I haven't been outside for a few day so now it's uncomfortable.

He says, "Does it ever bother you how unneeded you are, almost everywhere.

And I know different methods of self-destruction but none as intense as sitting still by myself.

In the photo, he and some old girlfriend smiled - greasy faces idiotic with hope that the picture would one day remind them that for three seconds they acted happy and thought it final.

from the poem: MANNEQUINS THAT SWEAT BLACK INK AND NEVER HAVE ANY FUN

If you put a twizzler in your ear it looks like your ear is vomiting blood.

My roommate knocks on my door and I try not to move.
My heart is beating fast.
He knocks again and then leaves.
I win.
This is but one of the many victories I have exampled as a human among humans.
I have no equals.
My strength is unmatched.

And I'm thinking a thought that is something like, "Be thankful for what's left of you.

You aren't sure whether you have feelings or not but that's all part of the shrug you have performed in slow motion for your entire life so far.

It seems I keep track of opportunities I will never have more than focusing on ones I do have and could have.

Sometimes I definitely feel a sense of accomplishment but it's never after accomplishing something.

And I realized that part of my problem was I visibly resembled an adult. But never became one.

You are a very real person when that is what you wish you weren't most.