wondering what it is.
I'm not sure if its a quirk of personality, if maybe I have some sort of "syndrome" yet unnamed, or if I'm just like everyone else. I'm supposing its likely the first, because I'm not comfortable with the second option, and the third just doesn't feel right.
I'm looking at life right now, and its bugging the shit out of me. Its like I have the schematics that explain it all, but its encoded and I don't have the cipher. The capacity to understand life, the universe, and everything is very simple and its right there...yet I'm not sure which way to shake the box to fit the ball into the hole that sets off the fireworks that usher in a new age of enlightenment.
That's what is frustrating. It isn't life itself, that moves along and I get that. Its just that it seems like I have an answer that I just don't know how to read. I would guess that I feel much like an illiterate adult must feel. You want to understand the signs you read all day long, and get frustrated that it isn't in your grasp.
God, that's weird. And that's the thing, Douglas Adams really seemed to understand a lot more than we realize. Like, there is this hidden layer, just under the surface, that if we could figure out how to expose it we'd realize how much we've been duped by some cosmic force all these years. Something as simple as flying. How to fly: Step One, Throw yourself at the ground. Step Two, Miss.
If I've made any sense to anyone other than myself, I certainly commend you. Maybe you have some sort of as-yet-unnamed syndrome as well, maybe you actually get it as well, or maybe every single one of you feels the same way. You've got the instructions, you just don't know the language they're in.
I'm looking at life right now, and its bugging the shit out of me. Its like I have the schematics that explain it all, but its encoded and I don't have the cipher. The capacity to understand life, the universe, and everything is very simple and its right there...yet I'm not sure which way to shake the box to fit the ball into the hole that sets off the fireworks that usher in a new age of enlightenment.
That's what is frustrating. It isn't life itself, that moves along and I get that. Its just that it seems like I have an answer that I just don't know how to read. I would guess that I feel much like an illiterate adult must feel. You want to understand the signs you read all day long, and get frustrated that it isn't in your grasp.
God, that's weird. And that's the thing, Douglas Adams really seemed to understand a lot more than we realize. Like, there is this hidden layer, just under the surface, that if we could figure out how to expose it we'd realize how much we've been duped by some cosmic force all these years. Something as simple as flying. How to fly: Step One, Throw yourself at the ground. Step Two, Miss.
If I've made any sense to anyone other than myself, I certainly commend you. Maybe you have some sort of as-yet-unnamed syndrome as well, maybe you actually get it as well, or maybe every single one of you feels the same way. You've got the instructions, you just don't know the language they're in.