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My thoughts on “bad” situations for the most part is that always something good will come of it. For example, this whole money transfer pain in the ass has gotten Andy onto some new forums and connected with some really nice and intelligent people. For me, this theory applies to everything except death. Nothing good can come of death. Well let me rephrase. Nothing good can come of human death. The death of carrots, tree nuts and seafood is okay by me. Although, I still feel a little bad about the seafood.
The way things are, intellectually I get it. Birth, life and death equals cycle of life. Well that’s all just bullshit. Circle of life my ass. I’m here and I want to stay. I also want all the people I admire and adore to stay with me. This whole set up is cruel and unusual. I’ve got no congressman to write, no suggestion box to fill and a revolution to wage against the mocking, deafening sound of nothingness and oblivion. What the fuck universe? What. The. Fuck.
I don’t believe in god. I want to. I really do. The comforting thought of Jesus flying around in the sky with his kind eyes and legions of angels just waiting to protect me from car crashes, terrorists or help me to win the lottery is very appealing, believe me. But it’s just not true. I’m sorry, it’s not. This thinking is a protective device that humanity has come up with for not having and never having any answers.
These things have been rattling around in my brain and I just wanted to get them out. There. Out.
Other than that thorn in my brain we have been climbing at the gym, eating great food, laughing all day long and planing for an amazing future here on planet earth.
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