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One day, for the edification of certain people I know, I'll write the inspiring true story of an every-man who, through sheer force of will and true grit, fixed his own computer. Its likely the actor who plays this every-man will win awards, get laid, do the talk-show circuit... and go on to emulate the inspiring true story of others in the acting profession like Thingy Whatshername (Google will tell me) who went on to such extraordinary performances like "lines of suspicious powder off questionably hygienic surfaces" with amateur paparazzi lenses looking on in amazing DVD releases which Wikipedia informs me were made on a budget of $500,000 in the early 1980s.
This sort of behavior we can all obviously identify with leads me to ask; "Do we as a species do dumb shit to numb ourselves from the pain of living or to calm ourselves from the fear of dying?" Maybe its just because knowledge (especially self-knowledge) is a really harsh buzz, kind of like knowing that people don't dig you. That you're essentially as unattractive and lonely as every other meat bag who drew breath and will settle for anything which satisfies. Life is a bitter pill, and I'm betting I'm going to be awake all night thinking about this because I don't have one.
Maybe we do things to let off steam to try to face up to the fact that the people we're interested in for the qualities which please us are completely out of our league. We're constantly bombarded in the media, in the shopping malls, in the street, in our homes, with people who are beautiful, smart, sexy, funny, stylish, friendly, outgoing, kind, active, vegetarians and an inspiration to many. They are always innately imbued with these virtues and by comparison the only thing we have is a current unpaid parking citation.
So the only way out of this dire predicament is to test positive for awesome-ness or a terminal disease. Either way the result is the same. Even if everyone you know is something and you're nothing really you'll all leave this world eventually so its best to make your time here count for something. Happiness is not a bad goal. Sometimes I like to find happiness in poetry, so because the only reason anyone posts anything to the Internet is to feed the ego (for we are all simply ego monsters), here is some I just wrote:
I don't want to face the world today
and be dehumanised, belittled.
I just want to lie here
until the buildings crumble
civilisation collapses
till the humans are gone
the sun swallows the earth
and there is nothing left
nothing will matter
there will be nothing at all
to worry about
to remind me of the mistakes I've made
I look forward to that!
and sleeping in.
So its a good thing when I'm trying to be sincere and vulnerable I do it on my blog so that nobody is online to witness it. Thanks for reading, if you liked it please call Planet Delusion and request a return address for me to return their lame misconceptions.
This sort of behavior we can all obviously identify with leads me to ask; "Do we as a species do dumb shit to numb ourselves from the pain of living or to calm ourselves from the fear of dying?" Maybe its just because knowledge (especially self-knowledge) is a really harsh buzz, kind of like knowing that people don't dig you. That you're essentially as unattractive and lonely as every other meat bag who drew breath and will settle for anything which satisfies. Life is a bitter pill, and I'm betting I'm going to be awake all night thinking about this because I don't have one.
Maybe we do things to let off steam to try to face up to the fact that the people we're interested in for the qualities which please us are completely out of our league. We're constantly bombarded in the media, in the shopping malls, in the street, in our homes, with people who are beautiful, smart, sexy, funny, stylish, friendly, outgoing, kind, active, vegetarians and an inspiration to many. They are always innately imbued with these virtues and by comparison the only thing we have is a current unpaid parking citation.
So the only way out of this dire predicament is to test positive for awesome-ness or a terminal disease. Either way the result is the same. Even if everyone you know is something and you're nothing really you'll all leave this world eventually so its best to make your time here count for something. Happiness is not a bad goal. Sometimes I like to find happiness in poetry, so because the only reason anyone posts anything to the Internet is to feed the ego (for we are all simply ego monsters), here is some I just wrote:
I don't want to face the world today
and be dehumanised, belittled.
I just want to lie here
until the buildings crumble
civilisation collapses
till the humans are gone
the sun swallows the earth
and there is nothing left
nothing will matter
there will be nothing at all
to worry about
to remind me of the mistakes I've made
I look forward to that!
and sleeping in.
So its a good thing when I'm trying to be sincere and vulnerable I do it on my blog so that nobody is online to witness it. Thanks for reading, if you liked it please call Planet Delusion and request a return address for me to return their lame misconceptions.
