So you know how you have infinite opportunities to choose from and people to meet with and random shit to do, and yet somehow you always end up making bad life decisions that fuck everything up?

That’s cool. In fact, that’s what society typically expects from a depressive so you’re right on track. Then people around you get to shake their heads at you for fucking up exactly as they expected, while you argue back “No I really know what I am doing this time. I am totally fine. This is going to work.” Meanwhile, you know that you’re full of shit, because no one knows better than you how much you’ve fucked things up and how many stupid things you’ve done.

Fuck that shit. It’s messed up how people always say you need to break eggs to make omelettes, and that it’s healthy to make mistakes, but then when you actually do experiment with things, they cluck their tongues and lift an eyebrow at your failures. If it’s okay to make mistakes, then who the fuck gets to decide where the line is drawn between mistakes that are just adorable anecdotes and mistakes that mean you’re fucked big time? Actually, you do because you get to judge when something is successful and when it’s really messed up.

If you make a decision that has long term negative consequences for you and other people, then fuck what everyone else says, you might want to look at that choice and see what shit you can learn for the future. After all, if you do something that means you lose a limb, or hurt someone, or die, then ultimately there was probably some mistake that you want to understand and then don’t want to make again. Or you know, can’t make again save for after your resurrection during the zombie apocalypse.

That’s ultimately the point. That it’s cool to make bad choices, unless you make ones that fuck shit up in the long run. Choices that result in shit happening where you can’t just change everything the next day and undo all the damage that’s been done. Choices that cause regret, and that you may eventually choose to take responsibility for.  On the other hand, this means that mistakes that don’t permanently fuck everything up in the long run are probably in the clear. If tomorrow you can make a different choice and change everything up, then fuck, you’re at least okay.

So go ahead and make some bad choices. No, don’t go on a fucking killing-thieving-drugging-hugging spree because the negative long term consequences are likely not worth it and hugs are lame. But if you want to try something out and it’s not the best choice, then try it out and change things up later if you need to. As long as you’re cool with the mistakes you make, and you don’t go around permanently fucking up yourself or other people, then hell, what’s the problem? Your life decisions are yours, and whether you make good or bad choices, the consequences and rewards will be as well.