So I want to change the world. Go figure. Who doesn’t? The question is: how the blork am I going to do that?
The solid, hot truth is that I have no freaking marbled cake idea of how this dumb globe even works. Thanks a lot, 4-year education at an “accredited” institution.
If only I’d read a little bit more Dante maybe I’d know what the heck was going on, and how hurricane what’s-her-face is connected to the plight of migrant workers is connected to Wal-Mart is connected to the Christ and Madonna and soaring flocks of macaws in the Amazon.
Heck, I don’t even know how to dress myself. Every single pair of pants I own has or had a hole in it, and I spent two hours today trying to figure out what a person who goes to a professional job for work looks like. I failed miserably and ended up gawking at tubs of extra-terrestrial creatures at an Asian supermarket before day drinking and retiring to my abode where I contemplated the chocolate-covered toffee on my desk and felt the impending free time about to destroy my brain.
I must do something.
This is the eternal desire, the ever-burning flame within my pasty breast. I must do something. But what does it look like? How does it taste and smell? Does it like children? Will the child I babysit like it more than me? These questions bubble to the surface of my existence like those tell-tale doom bubbles in the lower intestine after a July chili cook-off.
What must I do? Should I climb the tallest mountain? Should I chop down the tallest tree in the forest? Should I drink the tallest milk shake? Tell the tallest tall-tale? Slap the tallest man? Braid the hair of the tallest woman? Wear the tallest pants? Take a dump in the tallest building?
Am I even on the right track with the tallest thing? Do you see the problem here? Sometimes the world is spinning and spinning and just when I think I have the game down and I’m hopping and stepping in time with everyone else like at St. Gregory’s Church, I catch my breath and realize I have little to no idea what’s going on.
It’s refreshing and terrifying, like a cucumber-scented bodywash that dissolves your skin days after you use it.
And then, after I figure out what I must do, how do I do it? Are the discovery and the doing part of the same thing? Can you have one without the other?
But here’s a better question: how do I forget all of this and just get to the point where I want to make a lot of money? Isn’t that a safer and less confusing place to be—more easily quantified too!
And then I could blog about money, and everyone would want to read my words and learn out how to get rich like me and I would purchase a pair of shoes without holes.
Alas alas, I am in the holey time of my life, and there is much pondering to do. Join me, if you dare. Mock me, if you will. Just don’t ask to see the inner thighs of my pants.
Hilarious! You’ve made my day. I’m glad i found my people
I quote two phrases from songs by an old British group called the “Fun Boy Three” which seem to me to be more applicable as I get older and the years go on. The first is a general one and is : “the more I see the less I believe” and the second , particularly applicable to today’s generation of economists, politicians and sorry to use the B word, yes, bankers. “The Lunatics Have Taken Over the Asylum”. In this context, it is not surprising that any one of us should be without an idea of what we’re going to do next. I wish you luck with your quest, though.
it’s my socks that go all holy on me 🙂
If I don’t wash them often enough, the same thing happens to me.
🙂 … I know and pinch the toes
Love the use of non-words and phrases, life is full of doubt, anxiety, plans that go awry or disappear in the black smoke of a barbecue. If you do manage to suss it out let us know. If you could write a dictionary of non-swear words to use in times of extreme panic don’t forget to let us know so we can all buy a copy and help you in your quest for fortune
I love the idea of a dictionary of non-swear words. Could this be my first book? Is writing a dictionary too ambitious?
Here’s the secret, you never really find out. The whole thing about life is the search for meaning and happiness. The way you choose to find your goal is the beginning. All the questions you have are normal and after a bit you’ll just move through your search and the questions will be replaced by bemusement. Enjoy the trip.
I had a feeling someone would say something like that.
I say create a dictionary for candy-coated expletives. Blork…Marbled Cake….I like them.
Someone else suggested the same thing. What can I say? I love candy.