Loser

I don't know what lingers within my water that has compelled me to start a blog, but I'm guessing it's loneliness and alienation. Isn't that why everybody starts a blog? Even if the words typed out on display for the whole world to see never reach the eyes of another human being, getting them out in the tangled web of cyberspace makes me feel better inside somehow. I keep a diary in which I write all my darkest secrets, yet I still feel the need to further expand my emotions and feelings to complete strangers. It's kind of sick, really. But isn't it our need for human connection, whether it be through social networking or everyday interactions, that ultimately drive us to do some of the things we do? Indeed, wouldn't it be... for lack of a better phrase, "super radical" to possibly meet some people who share similar experiences, dreams, thoughts, ideas, etc. as I do? Don't get me wrong, I have met many people who share similar interests, but the relationships are almost too complicated. Our connections are often laden with remnants of the past, or flecked with a tinge of awkwardness in the present because one party wants to fuck the other, or vice versa. I mean, how can one really establish a deep emotional connection when all that occupies one's mind is procreation? I think our basic biological instincts win out on that one. But I don't mind so much, because really, who doesn't love fucking?

I once took a philosophy class and hated most of it. It was a ridiculous waste of time. But the one (and probably only) thing I took away was my professor's assertion that the three things human beings spend most of their time thinking about are God, Sex, and Death, in that order. And you know what, I agree. Books have been written in regards to those three things, wars have been fought over them. It's no question the prevalence of these topics in all our minds. Surely, I think about them often.

That's all I have to say tonight. I have some funny stories, but there's probably a time and place for them, and that now is not that time. So I think I'll conclude this post with something completely irrelevant



The End (for now).


Post Script: If you want to die happy, with a feeling that you actually accomplished something in your lifetime, that you actually lead a meaningful and inspirational existence, go see The Black Keys live in concert, like yesterday. Their talent melts the paint off the walls and you will be impressed.