A(u)tom(at)ic
Despite the fact that I am on an unstoppale spiral towards my own demise, moving faster than can be measured, nothing really worthwhile has happened since my last post. My life is unchanging.
I spent two days on the western end of the state recently, and played scrabble in the nude. I was supposed to hang out with a friend whom I have not seen in over a month, but am in the process of being stood up as I write. My van has suffered another blow and may be on its last leg, but I can't know that until it actually dies. I have been pretty regularly depressed lately, some of you know why, the rest of you don't read this anyway. As a result of this I am always tired and have taken up smoking. o patch or anything, just started cold-turkey.
I gave a double blood donation today, and they let me keep the space blanket. No if I could only get to space...
I am going to tell a story now, then later I will criticize society.
Mark's life is wonderful. He has never been in love, does not know what it feels like, and has never thought about it. He does not know what he is missing, which is wonderful for him. He drives his dream car, not because he is rich or anything, he just likes the car that was given to him by his parents when he turned sixteen and is completly content with it. He does not think to desire another car. The fact that he does not have any idea what he wants out of his life does not bother him, because he is pretty much content wherever he is. His luck is not extraordinarily good or bad, so he never notices it. Every time a new single comes out, he downloads it onto his iPod, as long as it is not country. He never thinks about wether or not he likes the music. He drinks the beer and soda with the funniest commercial and never notices bumper stickers, not even in the store. Most people than know Mark are about as aware of his existance as he is, which is not very aware at all. Mark will never change, because everyone around him is pretty much in the same boat, he does not know if he likes that or not, he has never thought about it. One day somebody will stab Mark for fifteen dollars and a pair of old Nikes, and his parents will have an incredibly hard time writing his obituary. The will not think that it is because their son barely existed, but that he was just pert of a different world and they could not understand him. His death will have very little impact on the world, or even his community, and tweny years from now, nobody will know he existed, just like he didn't.
This society does not share. People want to keep everything for themselves whether they need it or not. Most people see no problem with this, so it is likely that it will never change. The only solution to this is to share what you have and know that you are making the world a better place, reguardless of the fact than nobody else is.
There is more to be said than can be said, so say as much as you can before you die, and don't save anything for a special occasion, because somebody will kill you with a knife.
I spent two days on the western end of the state recently, and played scrabble in the nude. I was supposed to hang out with a friend whom I have not seen in over a month, but am in the process of being stood up as I write. My van has suffered another blow and may be on its last leg, but I can't know that until it actually dies. I have been pretty regularly depressed lately, some of you know why, the rest of you don't read this anyway. As a result of this I am always tired and have taken up smoking. o patch or anything, just started cold-turkey.
I gave a double blood donation today, and they let me keep the space blanket. No if I could only get to space...
I am going to tell a story now, then later I will criticize society.
Mark's life is wonderful. He has never been in love, does not know what it feels like, and has never thought about it. He does not know what he is missing, which is wonderful for him. He drives his dream car, not because he is rich or anything, he just likes the car that was given to him by his parents when he turned sixteen and is completly content with it. He does not think to desire another car. The fact that he does not have any idea what he wants out of his life does not bother him, because he is pretty much content wherever he is. His luck is not extraordinarily good or bad, so he never notices it. Every time a new single comes out, he downloads it onto his iPod, as long as it is not country. He never thinks about wether or not he likes the music. He drinks the beer and soda with the funniest commercial and never notices bumper stickers, not even in the store. Most people than know Mark are about as aware of his existance as he is, which is not very aware at all. Mark will never change, because everyone around him is pretty much in the same boat, he does not know if he likes that or not, he has never thought about it. One day somebody will stab Mark for fifteen dollars and a pair of old Nikes, and his parents will have an incredibly hard time writing his obituary. The will not think that it is because their son barely existed, but that he was just pert of a different world and they could not understand him. His death will have very little impact on the world, or even his community, and tweny years from now, nobody will know he existed, just like he didn't.
This society does not share. People want to keep everything for themselves whether they need it or not. Most people see no problem with this, so it is likely that it will never change. The only solution to this is to share what you have and know that you are making the world a better place, reguardless of the fact than nobody else is.
There is more to be said than can be said, so say as much as you can before you die, and don't save anything for a special occasion, because somebody will kill you with a knife.
posted by AJ. That's right, AJ. | 6:03 PM
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