Mar 1st, 2006, 03:07 PM
This is the other meaning of life.
No one is sure what the meaning of life is, but I think that if you look at the noun life and merely ask assume Life is the same thing as a sentence, then you know what the meaning of life is. So I guess forget that first sentence where I said no one was sure.
The point of our lives is to live. Or living. Unless it's dying which is what happens at the end of every life, so maybe that's the point. Or maybe dying makes living pointless.
Nothing was ever accomplished through the passive, and no one ever lived through doing nothing, on account of you can't do nothing 'cause I've tried, and you keep breathing and for m at least I start thinking about drinking or boobs and no one can deny that while that is not much it's still doing something. Also after a while you have to go to the bathroom.
To live is to live. To be is to be. To any verb here is to any verb here. To tautology is to tautology. To wear pants is to BE wearing pants. I just blew my mind.
It never matters if it is bad or if it is good, for all life is accented by both bad and good; to live life attempting to avoid the bad is ignorant. In our attempts to avoid the bad we end up avoiding the great. Which is why when I drink so much I throw up right down my shirt and just sit there wearing it because I'm so drunk I can't get up and when I finally do get up? The vomit has dried and my shirts tears the hairs off my chest when it peels away? And you go "Christ, you're a fucking waste of your dad amd moms time fucking"? You should shut up, because when I throw up down my shirt it is great. Same for pooping myself. Grrrrrrrreat. Tony the Tiger says it is great.
We do not go after the woman because we are afraid of failure; We are not sure it even is a woman. we do not fight the bigger man because we are afraid of pain; We fight the bigger man because we are blind drunk and even when we awere sober we were still pretty stupid. and because we do not go after the best woman, and because we do not fight the biggest man, we will never know the meaning of finding out the woman was a dude again or tripping and breaking our noses and having the bigger man have to call us a pity taxi.
Because we are afraid to write a bad poem or sing a song badly, we will mix up our tenses because I know or a solid fact I have written reams of bad poetry, so it must be you I'm talking about and not we; because we are afraid to express a bad idea, we will never express a good idea. Honestly, we will probably never have a good idea, at least of one of we is me. Us don't have too good ideas on accounts of the brain damage from the drinking and falling and when my 'freinds' hit me in the face which happens so often I am starting to suspect they are not my friends. Do friends hit friends in our faces? Is that friendly?
We will only express the mediocre and regurgitated that people expect of us. And speaking of regurgitation, excuse me a moment.
Grrrrrrrrrreat.
Fear makes us equivocate, and fear makes us destroy our own potential, and again I'm talking about the us that is you because my potential tore off a long time along with hairs on my chest -- we are scared we will fail at being great, so we do something mediocre, so we, we, we, we all the way home, little piggy. Boy oh boy are we drunk.
It is better to lose 100 women, to lose 100 fights, to lose 100 of anything if you had a chance to win. I think I mean you here this time. Because I don't even know a hundred women. If you were only to become mediocre and written off, just as anyone else, and if you were to be a slave to your own fears... Where am I going with this? Anybody?
We may win a fight against a smaller man, we may enjoy a moment with the woman we settled on until we discover that she is actually that smaller man we were talking about just a moment ago, and what is up with that? or we may enjoy a song someone else sang or a poem someone else wrote... But why listen or read when you can shout and puke? Why watch the olympics when you can fall down and your 'friends' stamp on you? Why do I always watch porn when I could be... when I could... okay, I am not giving up porn so shut up!
When you can win the great fight that you wanted, when you can enjoy the woman you wanted, when you can sing the song and write the poem that you wanted instead of what someone else said -- why go to a doctor when you can remove your own appendix? Why view a great work of art when you can fingerpaint with your own excrement or just lie on the floor of the bar with your cheek in some puke which you made instead of watching someone make some?
Men are controlled by fear of failure, and so they pass up every sweet opportunity that presents itself. This is why I will always refuse to be a man! Every chance at glory, they fail when they could be great success at being drunk and getting hit right in the face by the bigger man they call their friend! Seriously! You would not believe how good I'm getting at it. I think. I know for sure I'm getting really good at blackouts.
And they do not fail because it was unlikely, and they do not fail because it was a great venture... They... uhn. Wait. We fail... us guys... failing is going on with some people that I think includes me, or is made up of people I am advising to be different... fuck.
They fail because they are cowards! They do. Not me. Would I be lieing on the floor bleeding again if I'd failed? I don't THINK so.
A man may go to bat 1,000 times, and strike out almost just as many; but if he does, he will not be a professional ball player. Because that batting average woud be very bad... But if that really bad ball player gets drunk and his freinds beat him into a coma, that coma is eternal!
Others... you know, those guys. Us. Not, wait, not us, you. You decide not to swing their bat, and rather be content with what falls into their laps. A baseball? I guess.
We cannot let moments go by. I mean, I can't. You shouldn't. I know earlier I was talking about the shit we didn't do and all, but you know what I mean. I mean, I know. Those guys. Grrrrrrreat. Did somebody hit me in the head again? Oweee. Oweeee ow ow ow. You are a woman right? You'd tell me if you were the little man or the big man because I am so sick of the penis surprise.
My love for life is as a man who plants 10,000 seeds in hope of getting but a handful of the most beautiful flowers. I love life like the worst gardner you've ever met!
Others stop at 100 seeds or 1,000 seeds or 5,000 seeds; they are deeply in debt to the seed company. They say, looks like I suck at gardening, perhaps I should go look at the want ads in the not gardening section or who knows maybe buy flowers. Me, I'm sticking with gardening. Can I borrow some money for seeds?
From 10,000 seeds I will look at the yield of each, and I will accept only the best. I will spend an enormous amount of time looking down at barren earth wondering what it is I'm getting wrong. Did I forget to water? Are these even seeds? Should I have traded my cow? Can I plant seeds while getting blind drunk and beaten up? What the hell kind of friends keep hitting me in the face?
I will take every opportunity that I am given and drink and lose fights.
All I need is the sweat of my brow and God's creation, and if I should be unhappy or a failure I have myself to blame for not taking every opportunity. Is it any wonder I hate myself so much I'm an alchoholic and I actively seek friendship with the kind of people who hit me if the head? Maybe I need to widen my deffinition of opportunity to include other things besides fights and trying to pick up women who invariably turn out to men. Is this a gay bar? SHIT! Why didn't anybody tell me this was a gay bar? I thought you guys were supposed to be my friends!
The meaning of life is to be brave. Fuck! Okay, skip all that shit I just wrote. The meaning of life is to be brave. Stop now. Stop. Don't say anything else, you got it, don't ruin it.
Okay, but look, The strong man, see, the STRONG man is weak if he is a coward; the smart man is dumb if he is a coward; It's like Zero, right? Anything times Zero is nothing. A strong man times zero? Nothing. A billion Trillion times Coward...ness? NOT strong! Hah! but a normal man when he is brave is worth a thousand geniuses afraid to think and a thousand musclemen afraid to fight. Take that, Stephen Hawking, you fucking crippled pussy! I'm better at math than you! Grrrrrrrrrreat!
NOTE: I got all confused with the 'we' and the 'they' stuff. Here's what I mean. You think your btter than me? YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME BECAUSE I'M DRUNK?! WELL YOUR NOD BEDDER THAN ME, MISSER TOUGH GUY, 'CAUSE OW!
Owwwww. Hey. I thought you were supposed to be my friend. Ow.
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