If I Hadn't Blown The Whole Thing Years Ago...
I spent a great deal of time today wishing there were a lot less laws against homicide. Sometimes I think I would like to know that at least a few people feel the same way. Other times I think that it would make me far more unique, if not less comfortable to be around, to be alone in this opinion.
When it comes down to it, it's really the little things that get to me. Most of it are things my family does. Also, I really hate when people try to tell me what I think or how I feel about something and say, "You don't hate your family." If I didn't hate them I wouldn't say that I did.
Of course, their favorite argument to this is, "So, if your mom died you wouldn't cry or at least feel bad?"
First, she is dead; I don't think she really cares anymore. Like they say, death is a worry of the living. I would also like to believe that when people die they go to a better place. I don't feel I should be so selfish as to be sad that they are better off. Secondly, there are worse things than death. For instance, she might be totally paralyzed, and you know someone would put her on life support. Now she is buried alive in her own body for the rest of her, now, unnatural life.
As far as crying goes, I'm not really the type that cries at funerals or weddings. I'm not trying to sound macho. I suppose that I just don't deal with death properly.
At this point I forgot what I was talking about so I think I'll move on to a new, hopefully, more pleasant subject.
I would like to have a drinking fountain installed in all of my houses. This is so I don't have to put a glass of water in the freezer and wait half an hour till it's chilled. Though, the anticipation of said drink more than likely enhances the taste.
Nevermind, I'm going with the fountain. I want instant gratification. I mean I am an American for Christ's sake.
Tripping like you do,
Dwayne
When it comes down to it, it's really the little things that get to me. Most of it are things my family does. Also, I really hate when people try to tell me what I think or how I feel about something and say, "You don't hate your family." If I didn't hate them I wouldn't say that I did.
Of course, their favorite argument to this is, "So, if your mom died you wouldn't cry or at least feel bad?"
First, she is dead; I don't think she really cares anymore. Like they say, death is a worry of the living. I would also like to believe that when people die they go to a better place. I don't feel I should be so selfish as to be sad that they are better off. Secondly, there are worse things than death. For instance, she might be totally paralyzed, and you know someone would put her on life support. Now she is buried alive in her own body for the rest of her, now, unnatural life.
As far as crying goes, I'm not really the type that cries at funerals or weddings. I'm not trying to sound macho. I suppose that I just don't deal with death properly.
At this point I forgot what I was talking about so I think I'll move on to a new, hopefully, more pleasant subject.
I would like to have a drinking fountain installed in all of my houses. This is so I don't have to put a glass of water in the freezer and wait half an hour till it's chilled. Though, the anticipation of said drink more than likely enhances the taste.
Nevermind, I'm going with the fountain. I want instant gratification. I mean I am an American for Christ's sake.
Tripping like you do,
Dwayne