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Just now Gloria Estefan was singing about how the rhythm was going to get me... tonight! and I got to thinking, what if the rhythm really did get me? And I realized then that there is nothing I can do to prevent the merciless unrelenting onslaught of The Rhythm and I began to cower under my table tapping randomly and futilely on the walls hoping it would cancel out any rhythm that could be near.
And then it dawned on me that, sure, The Rhythm can strike at anytime, anywhere, but we should still try to live our lives to the fullest. We can't allow ourselves to be controlled by The Rhythm! So I vowed to live every day as if it were my last rhythm-free day because I will probably be right. The Rhythm is probably waiting for me right now as I type. Waiting for the night. And for the getting. Well, Rhythm, the joke is on you. Here I am living out life to it's fullest, fulfilling all my lifelong dreams so that I have no regrets when you finally do get me, whatever that getting may entail, and there you are, just waiting, in the dark probably, like some sort of vampire but without the ability to turn into a bat and without awesome capes, without all those things that make vampires cool, just waiting, bored, living life to it's emptiest, and here I am, like I said before, doing the opposite and having the time of my life, unlike you, Rhythm. You aren't living it this full. You are hardly living it to any measurable degree, except when you are getting. So, nuts to you. I am ready to be gotten at any time. In fact, I am so ready that I am kind of annoyed that you haven't gotten me yet. What are you waiting for?! I went to all this trouble of living at full throttle, throwing care to the wind, and obeying my heart, and following my dreams, and reaching for the stars, all those stupid things people say to do that they probably don't do because it's stupid and vague. But here I am, at work, typing this out to you, about to take a nap. And there you are, wherever that is, waiting. Waiting! Letting life pass you by! My life! Get on the ball you god damned demon.
I already lived my life to the fullest. There's nothing left now. You can't add more to the fullest. It will just spill over. To some other jerk who didn't work for it like I did. Who doesn't deserve it like I do! Now, rhythm, you might be saying, "You should be happy to give others some of your overflow. Helping out others is very fulfilling." Well, guess what? I am already fulfilled. Full Filled. It won't matter to me anyways. I won't get any kind of satisfaction out of it. Because if I did get some satisfaction out of it then that would mean that I wasn't full to the brim already, and if I wasn't already full to that very brim, then nothing would have spilled over to help the nobody which would fulfill me.
So, in conclusion, whatever happened to Gloria Estefan? Didn't she get paralyzed or something? I bet it was The Rhythm that did it. And didn't she marry some really old guy? Or am I thinking of that Canadian singer who did that song on that movie about the Titanic? What was that movie called again? Romeo vs. The Titanic? Something like that. That feels right.
And then it dawned on me that, sure, The Rhythm can strike at anytime, anywhere, but we should still try to live our lives to the fullest. We can't allow ourselves to be controlled by The Rhythm! So I vowed to live every day as if it were my last rhythm-free day because I will probably be right. The Rhythm is probably waiting for me right now as I type. Waiting for the night. And for the getting. Well, Rhythm, the joke is on you. Here I am living out life to it's fullest, fulfilling all my lifelong dreams so that I have no regrets when you finally do get me, whatever that getting may entail, and there you are, just waiting, in the dark probably, like some sort of vampire but without the ability to turn into a bat and without awesome capes, without all those things that make vampires cool, just waiting, bored, living life to it's emptiest, and here I am, like I said before, doing the opposite and having the time of my life, unlike you, Rhythm. You aren't living it this full. You are hardly living it to any measurable degree, except when you are getting. So, nuts to you. I am ready to be gotten at any time. In fact, I am so ready that I am kind of annoyed that you haven't gotten me yet. What are you waiting for?! I went to all this trouble of living at full throttle, throwing care to the wind, and obeying my heart, and following my dreams, and reaching for the stars, all those stupid things people say to do that they probably don't do because it's stupid and vague. But here I am, at work, typing this out to you, about to take a nap. And there you are, wherever that is, waiting. Waiting! Letting life pass you by! My life! Get on the ball you god damned demon.
I already lived my life to the fullest. There's nothing left now. You can't add more to the fullest. It will just spill over. To some other jerk who didn't work for it like I did. Who doesn't deserve it like I do! Now, rhythm, you might be saying, "You should be happy to give others some of your overflow. Helping out others is very fulfilling." Well, guess what? I am already fulfilled. Full Filled. It won't matter to me anyways. I won't get any kind of satisfaction out of it. Because if I did get some satisfaction out of it then that would mean that I wasn't full to the brim already, and if I wasn't already full to that very brim, then nothing would have spilled over to help the nobody which would fulfill me.
So, in conclusion, whatever happened to Gloria Estefan? Didn't she get paralyzed or something? I bet it was The Rhythm that did it. And didn't she marry some really old guy? Or am I thinking of that Canadian singer who did that song on that movie about the Titanic? What was that movie called again? Romeo vs. The Titanic? Something like that. That feels right.