Jan 18, 2008 04:50
Sometimes I have a way with words...
"moderation creates ordinary people. fuck benjamin franklin."
Ah teenage angst. Its been a long six years.
I'm coming up on a strange time of year.
I generally dislike spring. Nothing against the flowers and bunnies fucking like rabbits and whatnot...
I guess its just the optimism of it all.
I suppose I have another month or two of bitter cold and drunk nights before the sun melts everyone back to life. And then I get to wait for it all to cycle through and die again.
Life is so fucking boring, but there are no reasonable alternatives. Suicide is way overrated, and non-life strikes me as MORE boring than life itself...
You've got your basic three options with non-life - an eternity of nothingness, or depending on how you've decided to spend your time, eternal damnation or eternal glorification of the higher power. Not exactly the party atmosphere I'm looking for I guess.
Then theres always the curveballs... the Buddhist outlook is not particularly appealing to someone who is bored with life... would mean just yet another life to be bored in. As for haunting the earth... well, shit, that couldn't be all that fun either. I mean sure, there'd be the novelty spook when you're first starting out. But how many dogs and cats could you freak out, doors could you creepily open, and strange vapors could you emit before wanting it all to just end?
I guess what I'm getting at is.... Is it unreasonable to have a mid-life crisis at age 24?
Time to go buy a camero I guess.