August 27, 2009
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moments
sometimes moments of clarity are uplifting; sometimes they’re just clarity.
I just had a flash where I understood beliefs/hope/fantasy are what keep us going and doing what has to be done. in reality you never reach the top of the hill. the cavalry never comes. the man “of your dreams” is only invested enough to do what it takes to make sure you don’t leave. he thinks your ass is nothing special and there might be a better ass around the corner some day.
as I wrote on my pee-chee in high school: life is a sucking, swirling eddy of despair, punctuated by small moments of false hope in an ever-darkening universe. [quote is of unknown origin, mid-80's]
god, I fucking hate it that the default setting is ‘publish to facebook.’ motherfucking fucker. I had a nice time shouting at the computer for several seconds.
Comments (11)
fuck you, link to facebook, fuck you straight to hell!
-love,
satori
pee-chee?
@macgillicuddy -
pee-chee (school folder from ancient times): Pee-Chee
ditto!
I have seen a ceramic pee-chee folder (created by Shalene Valanzuela). Hilarious. I love this blog.
One more reason I don’t do Facebook.
I hate that default too.
Its like a kid has a new best friend and the old best friend is frightened of being dumped so they kiss ass of the other two.
Never heard of pee-chee.
I had the pee-chees.
Also, yes. I was talking to the girl about it. I believe that life is inherently meaningless. We’re an accident of evolution and any meaning we get out of our own existence is what we decide it to be, what we make of our little blip of time. To some I guess that’s despair, to me it’s freedom.
You can turn that facebook thing off, I did. I did after swearing at Xanga a LOT when they first added it.
The man of your dreams isn’t the man of your dreams if you aren’t the woman of his. That’s why they say love is blind. Look at me with the advice. Like I know jack. Or shit. Wait. I lived in Wyoming, I know shit when I see it.
@Fleener -
who’s Jack? is he as smart as you are? cos it sounds like you nailed it.
You shouldn’t eat pork rinds and Tabasco sauce laden ho-hos before bed if the man of your dreams isn’t interested in your ass, dearheart.
I had many many pee chee folders, yo.