Thursday, November 15, 2012

Complacency Spiral


The doldrums. In a rut. Depression. Whatever.

Call it what you will but it usually leads to the fabled mid-life crisis. Go to school, get a job, find a wife, settle down. The circle of life, right? Want not, waste not...except for time. Strange how time is widely regarded as the most precious resource we have, yet we are indoctrinated from birth to be calm and let it pass us by. Either that or I am totally sold on Capitalism and the American Dream. Is the best thing in life truly about finding a life partner, mating with them, producing offspring, and then pushing those spawn mindlessly through the cycle again? The only end to this equation is overpopulation, overcrowding, and natural resource depletion enroute to some ridiculous end of all things. By “End of all things” I am merely referring to the end of humanity. The Earth abides, as they say.

Clearly I need to focus this rant, so lets pull on the reigns a bit and slow this thing down to a listful canter. What I want to discuss is what I will refer to as “Complacency Spirals”. The sitch is as I briefly stated above. Receive education in the basic history and knowledge of mankind, then either get a job or receive more focused knowledge of the learnings of past humans...and then get a job. Work at said job, climb the ladder, make more barter shinnies, have a family or something, have a vacation to Europe or some stupid shit like that, cheat on your wife, fuck your children's hope of free thought, become a republican or a democrat (fuck it), develop a drinking problem or maybe just wallow in a pity-filled dark place for a few years, muster the energy to pull yourself out of the dumpster of your life, get your corporeal meat vehicle polished up and ready for a few trips to the beach, write a memoir of your journey, fucking rejoin the church that you denounced when you were 18. What the fuck did you know back then anyway? Nothing. You filthy goddamn ape. Suck my dick.

I know, focus. So where were we? Oh yeah, you had found religion because nothing could explain the newfound happiness and meaning that fills your life than the infinite mysteries of the lord. Then, watch your meat plants grow up strong and healthy, see them become functional numbers in the fucking absurd equation of parasitic canabalism we lustfully call “Life”, and when they find a compatible life mate you shit jagged volcanic ass rocks of pure unmitigated joy as they produce more miracles of evolution. The chance for a human to be is a fraction with a numerator of one and a denominator so large that the entire number of atoms in the universe is only a tiny fraction of said denominator. The absurdness of this chance is what makes “life” amazing, but fuck it, lets all go to church, or the casino, hell lets just go to a field and lay down for a while. This whole batshit crazy explosion, of which we are the nexus, is a long slow ride and fuck if you are going to sit through it with a bunch of Mexicans trying to creep onto your field without paying for it. Where's your gun? Ah hell, you don't have enough bullets to kill them all anyway...why not just use it on yourself. You're not crazy, you are finally tasting the truth. So what if popular opinion says suicide is the cowards way out? Do it in front of your family. They might not understand at first but fuck them, they need to figure things out on their own. We need to stop holding eachothers hands and start just doing whatever the fuck we want. Did you just think about that for a moment? Good, If you thought far enough you probably will be killing yourself soon too. Good riddance.

I agree, I can't focus for shit right now and am so far past the point of caring that I'm thinking about taking a shit on the living room carpet and blaming it on the dog. What? Let it happen...let it happen. Where in the fuckface shit is this going? Straight to the top. Served on a platter of hope and radiance of spirit. Soaked in a steamy, salty au jus of truth, garnished with a dash of oregano.

I'm bored. It's time we start doing things a little differently.

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