Says YOU!
Today I think I failed a test. A final. But it TOTALLY wasnt my fault. Seriously. 'fo real this time. Anywho, so YESTERDAY, I was working. So what, right? Wrong! Yesterday, while working, I descovered the meaning of life and the secret to happyness.
Meaning of life: I lied. I have no the fuck idea what the meaning of life is, nor do you, so there!
Secret to happyness: There are two.
(1) Ignorance. The old axem, "Ignorance is bliss," is true. The less you are involved in the intracacies, the fewer worries, concerns, and fears you suffer. The less you suffer, the happier you are. Im not saying everyone should become bumbling idiots, nor am I suggesting that places of learning be disbanded, but rather unless something directly concerns an individual, or unless there is a true need to know something, people are probably better off not knowing it. I believe in God. Frankly, I have no desire to find out of I'm right or wrong. I'll be worse off either way. I dont know if anyone reads this. If I find out that someone IS reading my LJ, well, there's some embarrassing things on this. Also my bad spelling becomes that much more apparent. If I find out that NO ONE reads this, then whats the point of writing in it? Its a lose lose situation. Now, these are just two examples, and of course there are exceptions. A lot of exceptions, but unless you need to know something, why should you know it? Knowing whats in your food is good, because it directly concerns you, while knowing that the capitol of Spain is Madrid (spelling?) is unnessisary. Knowing how to spell is important, because almost all non spoken communication is conducted through writing, while knowing the quadratic formula is useful only in math classes, and for math related majors. Anyway, I'm rambling now.
(2) The second secret to happyness is: a decent job, good music, good friends, and not regretting the past. Also a girlfriend would be nice (or boyfriend in the case of women, and the queer folk) [marrage is SO unnessisary.]
On one final note until the next unrelyable update: I love caffine. Particularly in the form of caffine pills. Like, I REALLY like caffine pills. A lot. Like, a whole lot. More than I like most things. As in, I think my 100 count Caffine pill bottle will be empty very soon. Mmmmm. What happens if you have too much caffine? There arent any warning lables, so I can only assume nothing serious. Possible that there isnt any risk aside from occasional insomnia. That would be nice....
Meaning of life: I lied. I have no the fuck idea what the meaning of life is, nor do you, so there!
Secret to happyness: There are two.
(1) Ignorance. The old axem, "Ignorance is bliss," is true. The less you are involved in the intracacies, the fewer worries, concerns, and fears you suffer. The less you suffer, the happier you are. Im not saying everyone should become bumbling idiots, nor am I suggesting that places of learning be disbanded, but rather unless something directly concerns an individual, or unless there is a true need to know something, people are probably better off not knowing it. I believe in God. Frankly, I have no desire to find out of I'm right or wrong. I'll be worse off either way. I dont know if anyone reads this. If I find out that someone IS reading my LJ, well, there's some embarrassing things on this. Also my bad spelling becomes that much more apparent. If I find out that NO ONE reads this, then whats the point of writing in it? Its a lose lose situation. Now, these are just two examples, and of course there are exceptions. A lot of exceptions, but unless you need to know something, why should you know it? Knowing whats in your food is good, because it directly concerns you, while knowing that the capitol of Spain is Madrid (spelling?) is unnessisary. Knowing how to spell is important, because almost all non spoken communication is conducted through writing, while knowing the quadratic formula is useful only in math classes, and for math related majors. Anyway, I'm rambling now.
(2) The second secret to happyness is: a decent job, good music, good friends, and not regretting the past. Also a girlfriend would be nice (or boyfriend in the case of women, and the queer folk) [marrage is SO unnessisary.]
On one final note until the next unrelyable update: I love caffine. Particularly in the form of caffine pills. Like, I REALLY like caffine pills. A lot. Like, a whole lot. More than I like most things. As in, I think my 100 count Caffine pill bottle will be empty very soon. Mmmmm. What happens if you have too much caffine? There arent any warning lables, so I can only assume nothing serious. Possible that there isnt any risk aside from occasional insomnia. That would be nice....