As Steve Martin once said so succinctly, “If you study philosophy, they will teach you just enough to screw you up for the rest of your life.”
When it envelopes you, you will know. It’s this haze that overcomes you. It fills you with a fatigue. Rather than nothing it turns into everything. Need a glass of water? It doesn’t want it to be easy. People want to talk to you? You plaster a smile and hope they don’t see through it. When you are finally home, before you even take off your shoes, you are headed for the couch. You will remain there, paralyzed, for the remainder of the evening.
There is nothing to read that grabs your attention. There is no curiosity, only burdens.
So what is the remedy? I have heard them all. Exercise. Exercise is painful enough as it is. How can I even get myself to begin? Read. Reading makes me want to fall asleep immediately… Something that never was before. Find a hobby. Nothing interests me at all right now.
I have studied philosophy, religion, literature. I also have put myself in situations that have challenged my drive, desire and sanity. Well, I have reached some sort of place now that is the most challenging of all.
I feel like a fucking robot. It all feels so full, but pointless, like going through the motions. I have no fucking passion or desire to do anything!!!
Pants,
Sounds like melancholy depression. Maybe caused by S.A.D. Maybe you just need a change of scenery. Although, It does seem a bit too early for S.A.D. to have set in; It’s only November. I usually get S.A.D. around late Jan.
Anyway,,, sounds like you might need some funkadelic, psycho-delic, essex-street-0-relic, phastasmagoric, and citified-anthropomorphic stimulation…mon frere. My office hours vary. I can be reached at: Murray-Hill:555-letsgetourfreakon. The waiting list for new patients is 5 years.
peace, love, and happy frontal lobe hunting.
Funkadelic eh? I think when you have kids, who are young, life can get a little dull. Start throwing in a shitload of tedious, yet important tasks, and life can seem endlessly dull and trivial.
My students this year aren’t really impressing me with their work either. This is the first year with laptops for all. They often look at me so glassy eyed, like zombies.
So to the point, thanks. I DO need a funkadelic good time.
What happened to crazyman? Good crazy. As in when somebody is good-weird, as opposed to NOT a good weird, which is just empty and annoying. Has anybody really changed? Deep down and fundamentally…?
Where is your core? Is it still in tact, somewhere in the cellular past?
“…get down…get down…get down…get down tonight baybay…woohoooo.”
P.S.
Pick up a book and escape the confines of compulsory normalcy.
I recommend: Ishmael Reed’s Mumbo Jumbo
Congratulations, Pants. I think you are finally breaking through the matrix and into the real bloody hamburger of modern life. You sound like you’ve arrived at where I was in 1967, and it’s only gotten better since then. In 40 years, you’ll be absentmindedly crunching on martini glasses without passing blood in your stool. There’s a lot to look forward to with the holidays coming on.
As the guy in Slaughterhouse Five often said in the box car on the way the Auschwitz: “You think this is bad? This ain’t so bad.”
Enjoys the turkeys. I do.
Osama bin Winans
Vivian. I think I have had a core breech. (yes I know how I spelled it)
Elio! I haven’t seen you in awhile. Your friends stop by often, yet you have been eerily absent. I know that things could be worse. Or could they? Is not total, modern-man-who-loses-feeling-to-everything-syndrome not the worst? At least in a camp you can share with the others a common suffering.
I be cookin’ a Turkey tonight. His name? Lucky guy.
You should try hanging turkeys sometime. I was a turkey hanger at the Ralston Purina plant in Springdale, Arkansas. On a night when we had a full crew, we average 11 tons a piece of shrieking, kicking, shitting toms destined for Thanksgiving, fertilizer, cat food, and water pollution.
Did you ever fuck a partially thawed Checkboard Square Butterball turkey? I understand it makes fucking prime rib seem like beating off with sheep liver. At least that’s what Bill York told me on the line hanging turkeys in Springdale.
It looks like I’ll be getting released from Gitmo pretty soon. I can’t wait to try fucking a Butterball.
Enjoy your Thanksgiving, duder.
Ali Baba Hamdan O’Reilly
I get my share of dead animals here. It is often that I look out the window, while drinking a glass of water, and see a skinned, sheep hanging from the front of a tractor. Other times I see a chicken getting pumped full of lead.
I suppose it is better than thinking your meat comes packaged in plastic and wrapped tight.
Sitting used to work for me until that wasn’t enough and i got high. If that don’t work, shoot yourself in the head…online.,,j/k
aside- fuck your confusion, we’re all confusee.
aside- fuck your confusion, we’re all confusee.
Get your hair done, have an affair…
wear out a double-dong, hell I dont know…
(:
that fukin vivian…
how do i get back to coupbuh…
Wow. There’s a lot of good stuff here Ricky and Mickey…
My classic Whale of a Tail is soon to be released in virtual paperback.