Buying the farm
Everyone's parents seem to be dying this summer.
Aside from grief and confusion, a situation like this can only be sobering in the way of reevaluating my physical self. Luckily I already have diabetes which is not only known to add three decades onto one's life, but also entitles them to unlimited buy one get one free Burger King breakfast sandwiches (of equal or lesser value (offer and participation may vary (Void where prohibited (Coupon expires upon 1 (one) customer death per household)))).
With that both said and in mind: While spending a careless (and very much literal) half-hour trying to pick out a pomade that not only properly volumizes but doesn't weigh down, a two-fold concept began to sprout in my head:
It's very popular to hear people say things like "Life is short, so enjoy it", or, "It could be taken away at any second so cherish it", or "Live as if it is your last day, because it might be", or, or, or, or, or.
Maybe I'm missing something, but why in blue hell is impermanence something to overcompensate?
The fact that everything I have and everything I have ever worked on, laughed at, cried over, bled for and cursed could be unflatteringly taken away in a fraction of a second doesn't make me think any different about life. Infact it gets me pissed off.
Pissed in the unflattering way that a kid gets pissed when his scoop of ice cream falls from cone onto concrete.
If someone gives me a slice of Mile-High Pie from Mel's Diner, but then tells me that I better enjoy it because they can take that same slice back on their own whim at any second, does that make the person or the pie any better?
Fuck no!
To the contrary the person now pisses me off for unprecedently revoking the best pie in upstate New York, and the Mile-High Pie tastes exactly the fucking same. No appreciation gained whatsoever.
Things like this make me question why people say things like, "What a tragedy... But I am strong knowing it happened for a reason". Bullheaded endorsements like these couldn't be further from the reality of situations and those similar.
Strength in bereavement is acknowledging and then overcoming the fact that untimely death is not some necessary chapter in some macrocosmic existence. Endorsements like these make me physically sick; for naivety like this is simply a euphemism for 'death and bereavement as benefactors'.
I'm not an athiest or anything (nor am I religious for the record), but if God is so benevolent and great and fair (not to be confused with just), then why would he just pluck fruit before it is ripe?
God: Hey bro... I... I, uhhh, know you have a great job and a great family who will only suffer in all possible ways in the wake of your untimely death and all... But I just had to show you this Beetle Baley cartoon...
Man: ..............
God: It's all, like... The Searg, right? Tells Beetle he's like the worst private he's seen on his feet... So Beetle all like, lays down and says "Not anymore" or some shit like that... Because you know, by laying down he's like, not on his feet anymore... Now that's a play on words, broham!!!
Man: Yeah, that is pretty clever.
God: Word.
Man: Can I go back now?
God: Oh, right... About that..................
I guess all of this is just life telling us that if we want fair, we'll have to hurry because the Michigan State Fair ends this Sunday, August 21st.
Aside from grief and confusion, a situation like this can only be sobering in the way of reevaluating my physical self. Luckily I already have diabetes which is not only known to add three decades onto one's life, but also entitles them to unlimited buy one get one free Burger King breakfast sandwiches (of equal or lesser value (offer and participation may vary (Void where prohibited (Coupon expires upon 1 (one) customer death per household)))).
With that both said and in mind: While spending a careless (and very much literal) half-hour trying to pick out a pomade that not only properly volumizes but doesn't weigh down, a two-fold concept began to sprout in my head:
It's very popular to hear people say things like "Life is short, so enjoy it", or, "It could be taken away at any second so cherish it", or "Live as if it is your last day, because it might be", or, or, or, or, or.
Maybe I'm missing something, but why in blue hell is impermanence something to overcompensate?
The fact that everything I have and everything I have ever worked on, laughed at, cried over, bled for and cursed could be unflatteringly taken away in a fraction of a second doesn't make me think any different about life. Infact it gets me pissed off.
Pissed in the unflattering way that a kid gets pissed when his scoop of ice cream falls from cone onto concrete.
If someone gives me a slice of Mile-High Pie from Mel's Diner, but then tells me that I better enjoy it because they can take that same slice back on their own whim at any second, does that make the person or the pie any better?
Fuck no!
To the contrary the person now pisses me off for unprecedently revoking the best pie in upstate New York, and the Mile-High Pie tastes exactly the fucking same. No appreciation gained whatsoever.
Things like this make me question why people say things like, "What a tragedy... But I am strong knowing it happened for a reason". Bullheaded endorsements like these couldn't be further from the reality of situations and those similar.
Strength in bereavement is acknowledging and then overcoming the fact that untimely death is not some necessary chapter in some macrocosmic existence. Endorsements like these make me physically sick; for naivety like this is simply a euphemism for 'death and bereavement as benefactors'.
I'm not an athiest or anything (nor am I religious for the record), but if God is so benevolent and great and fair (not to be confused with just), then why would he just pluck fruit before it is ripe?
God: Hey bro... I... I, uhhh, know you have a great job and a great family who will only suffer in all possible ways in the wake of your untimely death and all... But I just had to show you this Beetle Baley cartoon...
Man: ..............
God: It's all, like... The Searg, right? Tells Beetle he's like the worst private he's seen on his feet... So Beetle all like, lays down and says "Not anymore" or some shit like that... Because you know, by laying down he's like, not on his feet anymore... Now that's a play on words, broham!!!
Man: Yeah, that is pretty clever.
God: Word.
Man: Can I go back now?
God: Oh, right... About that..................
I guess all of this is just life telling us that if we want fair, we'll have to hurry because the Michigan State Fair ends this Sunday, August 21st.