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This thing called Life

I have a hard time crying when people die.

I should be upset, I know. People dying, oh how horrible...but I can't see it that way. They're dead. What do they have to worry about? All their worries, troubles...gone. No responsiblities hold them in shackles. It sounds pretty good to me.

Not that I'm all death happy. I'm not. Suicide is wasteful. Even worse than tearing off the crusts of your bread (if you don't eat them you'll go blind!). And it's not like you can change your mind. You can always take those crusts out of the garbage and eat those suckers, but once you slit your wrist in the bathtub, there's no down elevator at the pearly gates. Sure the red elevator goes down, but you don't want to go down that far. The shifty looking guy at the controls SAYS he's taking you to Disney World, but don't beleive him!

See? It's pretty simple.

People make life too complicated than it really is. Your born, ya die, and maybe you have some babies along the way. THE END. But no, they have to have marriage conselors, divorces, insurance salesman, credit cards, too damn expensive weddings, drugs, doilies (do they REALLY serve a purpose?), and lotsa other crap.

Your still alive ya know? LIVE. Stop adding extra things to juggle.

I don't buy into that "some people don't like you just because they're different" idea. It's BS. Something's wrong with them if they don't like me. I'm not suprised when people don't like me, though. A large percentage of the population are idiots. Idiots by choice too. Retarded people like everybody.

I worried for awhile that I would be alone for the rest of my life, then I kinda came to accept it. I can do good things for people in my life. I don't have to have a lot to get by. Just losta money and a few master pieces of literature. I'm setting my sites low.

I don't mean physically alone. More like...emotionally? Romantically? Something like that. Not that I'm going to become a hermit. Unless it's a new reality show I might sign up for. Who wants to be a Hermit?......FOR 1 MILLION DOLLARS!

Hmm, make that a billion dollars. Gotta take into account inflation.

Inflation...money...money is so useless. Why do people chase after things that are shiny? Are we predispositioned to kill our neighbors for that shiny rock they've got in their cave? Did some caveman see a hunk of gold in their fellow man's place and think...DAMN! I can't eat that, I can't hunt with it, I can't sleep on it, but damn it! It's shiny! I want it!

People are still as stupid as cavemen. But I'm a person too, so I guess I don't have room to talk. I'm an idiot too. I can tell because I'm still typing this.

So I'm going to end right now and stop the neverending cycle of stupidity.

Remember kiddies. LIVE.

'Cause Tomorrow you're gonna be dead.