We've all been there. Staring blank in to the void wondering what life is supposed to be about asking ourselves what we are here for. What is our purpose? I haven't figured that out yet. Sometimes the movie Matrix comes to mind. The part where humans are grown as a fuel source. We live our lives working shitty jobs, at least most of us do. We working class make the world go around. We need things. We want things. We work for them and buy them. Some people get rich as a result of and that's cool with me. Some exploit, rob, cheat, and steal off the backs of working class America. They should perish, in my opinion. In a fucking fire.
It's hard for me to like people. I mean it is but it isn't. Generally I do not trust any one. I generally do not believe most people. I have huge trust issues. For the most part people in general bug me. I've no clue why. I've been told that I would do well at programming because I am very black and white in my thought process. To me, it's right or it's wrong. It's good or it's bad. It's there or it isn't. I don't do in between. I don't think there is an in between. (pondering that at this very moment as I type this)... No. No in between.
Again I ask. What is our purpose? What is the goal? It seems just as we start to learn from our past and really start to get a hold on life and actually enjoy life it's time to go. It's time to die. We all die. We die too young. Think about that. Just as we really start to get enough experience and life's lessons under our belts and really begin to enjoy life we die. You almost have to ask; why? Again, what is our purpose?
We came in to this world with nothing. We will leave this world with nothing. All the shit we have in the middle is shit. It's shit. It's just shit. We didn't have it when we were born. We won't have it when we die. It's worthless piles of shit.
Maybe our purpose is to collect shit. Do you let shit define you? Are you better than the guy next door because you drive a Mercedes Benz and he drives a Chevy? No, you aren't. Some people think they are. Why? It's all shit. German made shit. American made shit. Shit is shit.Who gives a shit?
I think I talked shit about shit enough. Good night.
