Narcissit? Who me?

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Like, you know, whatever...





So, you know how sometimes you're all, like, going through the motions, and stumblin' and tumblin' and so forth and everything seems like a haze? Or maybe it's not that it's a haze, it's just that you're not paying too close attention to anything and then WHAM you're walking out of your apartment and things get real. Like, really real, and suddenly, even though nothing has changed, you feel really aware of where you are, your position in the universe, and then you can't comprehend everything, nevermind how the hell you're supposed to drive some infernal contraption across the city for work.

What is work? Why do we do it? I don't get it. I don't get the sky, or nachos, or how weird it is that we learn things, and how come we don't just know all the things!


This is a trippy track to traipse along. Soon I'm a quivering mass on the floor of my mall booth, screaming into the intercom that "Nothing is real! We're all imaginary! But whose imagination is THIS!" Which really bums out the shoppers. Not to mention me.

It's true though. What are words? What am I writing? Who am I? Who are you?

Existentialism is weird, yo! It's a slippery slope! A really slippery slope. Like a slope made of ice and covered in cooking oil, and bubbles and a whole other bunch of lubricants! Suddenly I am doubt where I am, what am I doing? Where is my life going? Is this it? What's next? What's going to happen tomorrow? Or the next day. What if something really horrible happens? Can I cope? I mean. I can't. I know that. But what if?

What if?

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