What to do? What to do? I'm sitting here pondering theories of the universe and I think I would like a couple of things clarified for me because I'm just not understanding.
#1: Why is it we do the things we do? When do we lose the hope of being or doing something better; or just plain ol' trying in general? We all seem to putter around in a bleak fog that hazes and clouds our minds until we basically get unto a repetative cycle and we don't even have to think anymore. Why? I'm to blame for it too. I catch myself now and again just meandering through, like a lazy crooked river, just trying to find something to spark that little bit of life again. Do we get this way as we get older or is it just what happens when you give up? When you forget all the things you wanted to be or do? Do we just settle into something that's easier and more conforming to the society we've created?
#2: What is it that makes us all shun the outside world and not bother with interacting with our fellow man? I see it everyday. People walking past, averting there eyes, so they don't have to acknowledge your existense. Dreading the fact that you may say "Hi." or "How are you doing?" When did it become such a crime to take the time to say hi? Or maybe even just a smile? Is it that hard to take an interest in someone you don't know? Or are you so paranoid and self-centered that you think your to good to say hi?
#3 When the fuck did it become ok to become a crash-up derby, NASCAR wannabe, total fucking asshole of a human being, when we get behind the wheel? Is it just now that I am older that I notice it or have people as a whole just really gotten to the point of being downright evil when in control of an automobile? I can't even begin to describe the offensive behavior thats taken over our American highways, but I'm pretty sure you all know what I'm talking about. I try not to let it bother me. I just let em' go around or cut me off, say a silent prayer wishing for their immediate death or some other horrible shit, and thank God that I will get to where I'm going alive.Because dying in a car accident is a shitty way to go if you think about it. You died...because you were an asshole. Not because you fought heroically in a war; or because you gave your life to save 40 others; NO you went and got dead because you thought you were invincible behind the controls of a 3,000 pound asshole missle on wheels. Everthing in the car can pierce, cut, break, slice, and just basically tear you aprt. And you think its a good idea to ride up my ass, swerve in and out, speed, whatever the hell else you can think of, all while talking on the cell phone, reading the paper, finger-fuckin' the radio, etc., etc. Do you realise you are in a machine; no, let's call it a death trap, that you literally have no control over? You may control the speed and steering, but you don't control tires blowing, brakes failing, engine sending a rod through the block into your leg, that kinda stuff. Not to mention the other assholes out there that are driving just as bad, if not worse, than you. So do us all a favor; if any of this story describes you, when you get in your car and go somewhere....Think about this....It would be much easier on everyone if you just went back in the house and blew your brains out. This way your not taking any of us with you and it most definitely is a much cooler and more admirable way to go then by getting to those Pearly Gates and having to tell Saint Peter that you're here because you were an asshole.
#4:I wonder if everyone else wanders these things or if I'm the only one.I sure hope not. That would suck. HAHAHAHAHA!! Thanks for listening?
