the inevitability of human drama.

[littleali]

life is virtually meaningless. unless, of course, you give it meaning. life itself is what? eating, sleeping, breathing. that's what life is. we create meaning. most of us do. i'm sure there are some out there that never create any meaning for themselves. in which case, life is all of the above, with a dose of accidents and coincidences. it's not all interconnected or predecided. we're each in charge of our own lives. that means that all of my pain and happiness and frustration... everything... is all my choice. my decision. i've created these emotions for myself. no one else is bringing them out of me. i have the ability to be happy. to be completely content with everything. but i'm choosing not to be... i think. although, outside influence does play quite a strong role in the formation of one's own personal thoughts and feelings. no, in the end, it's all up to you. you decide. you can will yourself happy, ani difranco. and you can will your cunt wet. it's what we do.

and the start of human existence? what is the big fucking deal? we're here now and we're just fine. that's all that matters. who honestly cares how we started? what's the point of spending thousands of millions of too many dollars to research evolution or creation or whatever the latest theories are? there are people in trouble now. people that could desperately use that money for survival. the whole debate frustrates the hell out of me. maybe i'm... i don't know... naive? ignorant? self centered? either way, i just don't care.

i'm going through a phase. don't mind me.