Life (Seriously, not last words, either. Like, fr srs. Just thinking aloud)
One interesting way of thinking about it: Life's a bitch, and then you die. Why is life a female dog? Almost an extremely negative Buddhist mindset, there. I suppose, the other side of the coin that goes with it.
Life is like a box of chocolates: If you're Diabetic, you're fucked!
It's so hard to find people that're truly happy with the life they lead these days. Why is that? There's a positive and a negative to everything. Why are we so trained to look at the negative?
Why are we so unhappy? I suppose it could be blamed on the actions of others. Perhaps if everyone lived in their own bubble, we'd be happy. Nobody to muck up our plans.
Humans, though, are very social creatures. And what good are plans if nobody's there to appreciate them, or to follow them? What good is all the gold in the world if nobody's there to be jealous, or to shine your golden shoes when they get scuffed on your nothing-rocks?
And then there are people who try to mix the two, and buy friendship. Fraternities are such interesting things.
I'm sure that, at times, I've tried to barter for friendship, though not in the most obvious sense. Offered things of myself for the sake of negating my innate loneliness. I am just as human as everyone else. Does everyone else suffer from this conundrum?
This is all coming out so negative. I was just hoping to be contemplative. A perfect, shining example, I guess.
Maybe because the positives require effort. I can't think of a whole lot of things that are worth doing that can be achieved through... not-doing. Anything that's worth doing is worth not doing? What kind of a saying would that be?
Is it because the positive requires effort, and thus becomes less enjoyable? Or perhaps, just less-easy to obtain?
Are human beings such victims of circumstance and natural law, that we too try to find the simplest path? Water does it. Dogs do it. And we're just as animal and as much a part of this planet as any of those things. We're made of water... but not dogs. And we do things other... things don't do. We erect these monuments and ruin the world. And for what? Our egos?
So confused. So confusing. So intriguing. It's like a sitcom. I can push the buttons on the remote as much as I want, but is anything actually changing? Does it continue on without me, without my watchful eye? Or does it cease to be without my input, despite what little it seems to do?
At least some of my classes this semester are fun. Hm.
I miss so many of you. To all those that I have forgotten, and to those that forgot me, I wish I could be once again a part of your lives.
And don't worry. These are, for reals, not any sort of last words or anything so grim. I just do my best thinking in conversation. Even if it's a monologue.