Saturday, August 28, 2010

I'm not really saying anything, am I?

Have you ever wanted to do something that you keep almost doing but don't? I have. That exact pattern exists in my life right now!
I am so fucking ridiculously fed up with the entirety of the earth at this very moment. I am sick of the fickleness. I am sick of the dicklessness. Yes, all males have penises. Yes, they are different sizes. Yes, males like to have sex with females, except some who like to have sex with males. But no, I can't picture myself with a dick in my mouth, or one in my ass, or one in another's ass, so no, I am not gay. I do want to confront myself and my existence. I want to know the nature of the way I interact with others and the way I conduct my existence. Doesn't everyone? Or do people think they already know?

I think that is the problem with humanity: it is not skeptical enough.

People are so set in their ways; they are convinced that they are aware of their existence. I, however, am aware that I am completely unaware of my existence. I have no idea what is going on. I smile, laugh, and enjoy the entertainment. After that, I go to my room, to the house, and I eat, sleep, and enjoy the comforts and responsibilities that go along with house living. I lay in my bed and tinker around on my laptop. Sometimes I come home drunk, sometimes I come home high, and sometimes both. All times, I am happy and comfortable and loved. And I love others, but perhaps not enough. Perhaps I am so comfortable that I do not love others. Perhaps to love others is to be uncomfortable. I suggest that we all be comfortable. We should figure out if it is worth loving others, if we are all to be comfortable. Because to love others means to be uncomfortable. I think the answer is that one should be uncomfortable and be comforted by others. But I still question whether we shouldn't love others and just love ourselves. In a way it is horrible, but if everyone was doing it, then comfortable people would not be forced to be uncomfortable.

Friday, August 20, 2010

If I ever cheat on my wife it will be you I'm fucking.

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Basically anyone who wakes up in the morning and feels any less than Superman and Batman rolled into one can qualify for a pot prescription.