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I had this conversation with Ryan on the phone the other night, as we talked we drank, at least I know I did, he told me he was having some red wine, but for some people having some red wine is just having a glass as opposed to a bottle. Well, regardless, I was drunk by the end of the conversation which landed on the subject of our mortality. And Ryan put it best by saying, "I'm gonna die and you're gonna die, so fuck it!" A sentiment so nice he said it twice.
This is not only an argument that backs up some of my bad habits (drinking, smoking, puppy killing) but is also a philosophy that gives way to personal peace and contentment in emotion and interactions with others. For a while I was employing a life philosophy where everything was and is designed by science but I found it to be too devoid of meaning and is not nearly as fun to say as, "I'm gonna die and you're gonna die, so fuck it!"
In several months I am going to Ireland, which is the motherland. I can only hope to imagine the drunken bliss in which I investigate the land of my ancestors, and can only imagine the hellish hangovers in which I try to figure out where to stay and how little money I can spend.
Everything else is barely the same except I can say now, I fully appreciate Leonard Cohen, where I never had before, and that my previous aversion to red wine, that being that I would laugh uncontrollably, cry uncontrollably, and then vomit, all within fifteen minutes. I can avoid these side effects as long as I don't finish the whole bottle.
Furthermore, what up Sarah S? How is the basement of the co-op? Cozy, I hope.
This is not only an argument that backs up some of my bad habits (drinking, smoking, puppy killing) but is also a philosophy that gives way to personal peace and contentment in emotion and interactions with others. For a while I was employing a life philosophy where everything was and is designed by science but I found it to be too devoid of meaning and is not nearly as fun to say as, "I'm gonna die and you're gonna die, so fuck it!"
In several months I am going to Ireland, which is the motherland. I can only hope to imagine the drunken bliss in which I investigate the land of my ancestors, and can only imagine the hellish hangovers in which I try to figure out where to stay and how little money I can spend.
Everything else is barely the same except I can say now, I fully appreciate Leonard Cohen, where I never had before, and that my previous aversion to red wine, that being that I would laugh uncontrollably, cry uncontrollably, and then vomit, all within fifteen minutes. I can avoid these side effects as long as I don't finish the whole bottle.
Furthermore, what up Sarah S? How is the basement of the co-op? Cozy, I hope.