"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."
"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late." --Bob Dylan
Why couldn't I be some vapid airheaded dumbass? NOOOOOOOO! Instead I had to be given this highly intellectual brain to think of all these lovely pretty thoughts with! BOOOOOOOO! I tells ya, the human species is the saddest one there ever was. For all the greatness achieved in arts and creativity, we're still the most unhappy, unsatisfied, and lonely of all of God's creatures. The fact that we possess such a complex brain, makes for a very delicate existence prone to terrible sadness and longing. We're on this tiny floating rock in the middle of nowhere in the vastness that is space, and yet we have no idea why. Where tha hell do we come from anyway? Religion has all those incredible stories of how we got here and the wonders of a higher power, yet who's to say if all that stuff is even true? I want to believe in God more often than not, but then I think about all the injustice, pain, suffering, and wonder if we are truly alone in this dimension. Well, alone perhaps not entirely, because then there's the extraterrestrials somewhere out there, but for now it seems we're pretty much on our own. We can be so kind and loving towards each other, yet more often than not, humanity is greedy, envious, selfish, and destructive. We live in complete delusion/distraction most of our lives--going to school, going to work, making friends, traveling, entertaining ourselves with various outlets, and overbreeding a new generation time and time again of more inadequate people. Why?! Why do we even f*cking bother?! It's all gonna end the same for us all anyway correct?! That's right, we're all gonna just kick the bucket someday and that'll be it. Done. Over. Finito. I suppose it's nice to dream of an afterlife or lovely flowery other dimension, but I dunno man. The way things seem to be panning out in my mind, this may be our one and only chance! They always do say, "You only live once", is that not right?
I suppose we must make of life what we want it to be, and that we all have a different purpose, so it's not a complete waste of time I guess. LOLOL! It's no wonder I named my blog what I did, for the existentialist in me is always festering under the surface of my usually pleasant and goofball demeanor. I don't entirely hate life, nor do I wish to end my life at this time, but I do think so much of it is painfully absurd. It really is. I have to laugh more often than not at the amazing confusion of it all. We're just never going to get it--not with so many opinions or so many viewpoints on what the truth really is. This is what ultimately dooms our species to eternal dissatisfaction and solitude. True, there are scientific logical facts, but how do those help clear up our neverending quest for the meaning of it all? I pray and hope that you have found your calling in this life--for it's definitely not the car, the house, the job, or any of the other silly material possessions we like to accumulate. I suppose it may just be, as The Beatles once so cheesily sang it, "The love you take is equal to the love you make." People like Adolf Hitler and Ted Bundy however, didn't quite own up to this thought, so their purposes were completely different I'm guessing. So what tha hell am I here for anyway?! What major contributions am I making with my time here?
Oh well, might as well laugh at the absurdity that follows--this brilliant Emmy moment brought to you by the very zany Jimmy Fallon, which that stick-up-his-arse Kevin Kline did not find funny at all: