Do you ever just feel like your life is this repetitive cesspool of anger? I don’t know if that even makes sense outside of my own head, but… I don’t know. I read things that are hopeful, or aspire to hopefulness. I listen to happy music, or music that aspires to be happy. I watch TV shows that help me stop thinking about the world and the awful things that happen in it. And I still get bombarded by things that just raise my goddamn blood pressure. Usually within five minutes of waking up in the morning, this has happened at least once. Repeat as needed until I am absolutely frothing at the mouth and desperate for some way to see THAT OF GOD WITHIN everyone, when really sometimes I suspect that it’s JUST NOT THERE IN A LOT OF PEOPLE.
This is the point at which, during my normal day, I am forced into the passive aggressive act of NAPPING.
NAPPING WITH INTENSITY.
NAPPING FOR MENTAL SALVATION.
I am beginning to think that I should shove The Bush Doctrine ™ into my own life and realize that, if something is going to MAKE ME ANGRY, I have the RIGHT, NAY THE OBLIGATION as a citizen of The Free World ™ to engage in PREEMPTIVE NAPPING. CUT THE BULLSHIT OFF AT THE PASS.
OTHERWISE THE TERRORISTS WILL WIN.
Here is a picture.
Looking out, through the screen door, onto my balcony. The sky above is grey, the sky below is blue. The light, in real life, is very nice. It’s 73 degrees and a little bit breezy. Enjoy my view.
Man, this is only its second week, and the first *new* episode [the series premiere was released like, ages ago] and it has so completely failed to capture my interest.
And it should have been easy, since I’m an Alias fan with a shameless habit of watching Dawson’s Creek reruns [yes, since you're asking, I do TiVo it].
Joshua Jackson is like some very delicious and yummy brand of bubblegum crack to me. And I have been mentally tuned out since two minutes into the first episode.
Please to be never calling this THE NEW X-FILES ever again. At least X-Files took two [debatable! 4? 5? 6? 7?] seasons to jump the shark so completely. Can a show even jump the shark when it’s only been on for two episodes?
Thanks to Fringe, I now know that the answer to that question is a resounding “yes.”
I’d been thinking about damning myself into a hole and re-reading The Handmaid’s Tale, or 1984.
But then I woke up in another Orwellian nightmare [that's been happening about six or seven times a day lately] and decided I really, really couldn’t do something like that to myself.
Do you ever just sit there thinking to yourself fuck this life fuck this life fuck this life and all of the incidental bullshit that comes up along the way while you are living it?
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