Nov 09, 2006 22:43
Is it possible to acknowledge private despair on a public medium? Probably not. I could always make astute observations about basic social interactions, but that brings either heartache or laughs depending on the experience of the reader. Maybe there is a reason for the inane stories that old people tell. Maybe they tell them hoping that the youths will be able to circumvent the idiocies that they had to go through by just being temporal people having time not on their side. The elderly might not be simply relics; they might actually know some things that they are simply too feeble to express so that younger people could understand.
Cautionary tales are way too vague. There is no way to know that you are fucking up so bad that it is irreversible until after you have fucked up that bad. It all comes back to comedy being all about errors. There is nothing funny about an impecable life, but a selfish fuckhead is endlessly fertile for comedy. Can people be so hopelessly flawed that the only thing that makes us happy is those flawed beyond salvation?
Good luck, Wile E. Coyote, for your endless brains you are doomed to be outwitted by a retarded flightless bird. How funny. You get to be the butt of a lucky bastard's joke for eternity. And when I'm old I'll get to attempt to tell your story to disinterested children that think I'm crazy.