That's odd... Today at work, I was thinking that I find comfort in knowing that we will all die one day.
Not that I'm deprsessed or anything. It's just that, as people, we see ourselves as immortal. We KNOW we will die, yet we still worry about money, or our social lives, or fitting in (and etc). We ignore the fact that nothing is permanent. Nothing. And THAT is what I find comfort in.
I named this blog after a book of poems and/or short stories I had hoped to one day write. Who knows if and when that may happen. I hope it does. In the meantime, I have this blog.
I had some difficulty choosing titles. The others that appealed to me were; "The Insomniacs Lament" and "Defying Gravity". I also briefly considered naming it "The Bitch Blog" as I was recently reminded that I tend to complain. Hey, where else better to do that then a blog for crap sakes!
blog discription:
Brain activity that occasionally flows through my body, into my arms, and down into my hands. These instruments of doom (slowly) type words that hopefully may, or may not, touch your heart, or at least make you think without causing a headache.
If in fact that does not occur, please forward all calls and complaints to management, who rarely answers the phone, and most likely doesn't care. Thank you for your perceived understanding.
Finally, all words, thoughts, and deeds are protected/copyrighted somewhere in Washington D.C. If you abuse said rights, I'll most likely sue your ass if I'm able to locate it. I may possibly leave the rest of your body alone....................or will I?
P.S.- Said creative writer removes himself from all responsibilty for each and every spelling and grammatical error found within the blog you'll probably never read. Again, thank you for your hopeful understanding.
I'm a SWM, rapidly approaching middle age, also known as "manopause". Born to parents I never knew. I've recently become aware that I am one of six twins, scattered throughout the world. I'm damn good looking for my age, and live like a king! Destined to die alone, unless I'm able to finally find a woman unstable enough to deal with my stuff. Including some issues, back issues, and a somewhat lightweight carry on, that now costs $15.00 if you want to check it!
5 comments:
That's odd...
Today at work, I was thinking that I find comfort in knowing that we will all die one day.
Not that I'm deprsessed or anything. It's just that, as people, we see ourselves as immortal. We KNOW we will die, yet we still worry about money, or our social lives, or fitting in (and etc). We ignore the fact that nothing is permanent. Nothing. And THAT is what I find comfort in.
Stefany, I've got 6 words for you- ?????? + !
You're really cheerin' me up dude. Next thing I know your gonna send me a rope w/a bow on it w/a book on how to tie gallow knots-Sheesh!
Dude-ette!
Fine. Dude-ette....sigh
one big, leave your mouth hanging open kind of WOW! That's all I have to say. (that sounds right in my head, hope it's understandable)
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