The System Works
I have the day off tomorrow, so tonight I am a existentialist philosopher willing to take on the rhetoric of the universe, only because I can sleep in tomorrow.
I’m writing right now not about what I’m really thinking about, but just to mark the moment. A stamp in the time line of existence that will trigger the real memory and the realizations, and feelings that I derived from them. Funny thing is that I know myself well enough that I won’t remember what I was really thinking, but will have forgotten by the time I wake up. I will then rack my brains about the incredible insight that I should have written down, but give up and eat dry raisin bran as I forgot to get milk once again, but that’s just my way of coping with tinges of regret and failure.
The system works.
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When life is measured by the progress of your peers and you find yourself excelling in all the things that are unmeasurable and faltering in the three basic divininators of progress: life, love, and money. It’s OK to develop a sense of humor about these things otherwise it would just hurt too much.
… it hurts, it hurts bad.
My problem is that I am rich, rich in friends, in health, in family…you know, the lame kind of rich. The kind of rich that only pays off in heaven, and even then you realize that you weren’t good enough to get the deluxe jacuzzi in your mansion in the sky, and Mother Teresa smirks at your jaguar x edition that we all know was meant to sell to the middle class price range.
So that’s when you ask yourself, how did it come to this? How and why am I comparing myself to people in completely different circumstances, and wishing for similar results.
I’ll tell you why, it’s because it’s an easy litmus test of life. It’s no where nearly accurate, and devastatingly misleading in it’s results, but it’s hard to ignore.
Hmm, I’ve already kinda forgot what got me all worked up, oh wait, there it is…
God, that sucks…
What’s the going rate for life long friends?