Donate Your Bodies To Science, You Fools:
i think i'm having a crisis of faith, don't get me wrong, this is no rapid loss of hope in some all mighty being, that ship has sailed a long time ago. no this is more of a lackluster try at a crisis. i can't seem to think of why to stay, and i can't think of why to go. seems like a strange problem because what has this godforsaken state ever done for me? i'm single, depressed, tired, over worked/underpaid, and perhaps in the worst shape of my life. save me the "welcome to the club, it's called your 20's" bullshit, because i've heard it all before and if you have ever compained about your life you've heard it too. i've tried being honest, i've tried lying, i've tried right, i've tried wrong, nothing seems to work or help. i seem to be stuck in a void of self deprivation for which there is no escape. i fear that one day i will wake up and i will be thirty five years old, working at Barnes and Noble, unmarried, no life, and no real chance at anything i have ever wanted. perhaps this is why don't sleep much at night? that or the amount of video games and pepsi products i consume at night? shocking that the ladies don't beat down my door.
i sometimes think that given the point if my life that i enter in to so unwillingly, that perhaps if i fell off the world, would i be missed? not in a suicidal/death way, i simply mean that is i failed to exist for a time would anyone notice? this is not some morbid look at my own mortality, simply a question of the role i play in the universe as a whole. seems to me the only real effect would be on my boss who would need to find someone new to deal with the books. i do think it might be strange to fade away for a while, drop in to the shadows and watch the world unfold with out my being. simply a watcher/ an audiance to the great sit-com of humanity. perhaps i would develop a new understanding for our ways, grow compassion i have never had before. or perhaps i would see the flaws of the system for what they truly are. see the lies, the destruction, the out right indignity of the common man. perhaps that is why only out of body experiances happen to only the few. perhaps if the population at large could see with out rose colored glasses for only a bref moment, then perhaps we could see a time of change, and that my friends would be a wonderful thing. so smoke em if you got em, and let the unending wave of bullshit and estrogen sweet over us like the fucking waters.
i think i'm having a crisis of faith, don't get me wrong, this is no rapid loss of hope in some all mighty being, that ship has sailed a long time ago. no this is more of a lackluster try at a crisis. i can't seem to think of why to stay, and i can't think of why to go. seems like a strange problem because what has this godforsaken state ever done for me? i'm single, depressed, tired, over worked/underpaid, and perhaps in the worst shape of my life. save me the "welcome to the club, it's called your 20's" bullshit, because i've heard it all before and if you have ever compained about your life you've heard it too. i've tried being honest, i've tried lying, i've tried right, i've tried wrong, nothing seems to work or help. i seem to be stuck in a void of self deprivation for which there is no escape. i fear that one day i will wake up and i will be thirty five years old, working at Barnes and Noble, unmarried, no life, and no real chance at anything i have ever wanted. perhaps this is why don't sleep much at night? that or the amount of video games and pepsi products i consume at night? shocking that the ladies don't beat down my door.
i sometimes think that given the point if my life that i enter in to so unwillingly, that perhaps if i fell off the world, would i be missed? not in a suicidal/death way, i simply mean that is i failed to exist for a time would anyone notice? this is not some morbid look at my own mortality, simply a question of the role i play in the universe as a whole. seems to me the only real effect would be on my boss who would need to find someone new to deal with the books. i do think it might be strange to fade away for a while, drop in to the shadows and watch the world unfold with out my being. simply a watcher/ an audiance to the great sit-com of humanity. perhaps i would develop a new understanding for our ways, grow compassion i have never had before. or perhaps i would see the flaws of the system for what they truly are. see the lies, the destruction, the out right indignity of the common man. perhaps that is why only out of body experiances happen to only the few. perhaps if the population at large could see with out rose colored glasses for only a bref moment, then perhaps we could see a time of change, and that my friends would be a wonderful thing. so smoke em if you got em, and let the unending wave of bullshit and estrogen sweet over us like the fucking waters.
it's all about marketing. and we all know what bill hicks saided about marketers " if anyone here is in marketing kill yourselves..."
if you see buddah on the road, kill him