#77: Thoughtful Thursdays

There has been a rumor in recent years that on Halloween, large gangs, such as the Crips and the Bloods decide to hold initiations. Allegedly, the goal is to cut the throats of 31 women or something, or shoot and kill some people. I don't really know. But I checked it out on Snopes.com and apparently it is just a rumor. Completely false, they say.

But this evening, as I sat down at my computer, I heard several very distinct gunshots and then the sound of a car speeding away. I have heard what I thought were gunshots before, but I was not completely sure. But these ones tonight sounded authentic. If it had been just one isolated incident, I would have dismissed it as my mind playing tricks on me before Halloween. But then earlier, I heard some possible gunshots further away. I hope that they weren't shots, or that someone was just showing off for their friends, or that if a person was shooting at someone else, that their shot went harmlessly wild, but I don't know. I just hope that it wasn't what I thought it was.

So a while after the shot, I started thinking (because I do far too much of that and I can't seem to stop). How can a person take another one's life? I've thought about doing it, seriously, several times (not because I have issues, but just as a mental exercise. A twisted, violent one, but just in theory) and I don't think I could. The biggest living thing that I've ever killed is a mouse and that shook me a bit. What I do know is that if I were to kill someone, I would get a massive thrill. But if the thrill would cancel out the MASSIVE F*CKING GUILT is what I'm not sure about.

This post was so morbid. Should have ended it two paragraphs ago.

Greed is Good . . . if You Don't Overdo It, and Lust is Just Bad

A'ight (don't you hate it when people spell that word "iight," or "Aite?" It's a f*cking contraction of "all right," so there should be a f*cking apostrophe at f*cking least!), some of you Holmes-y types may have noticed that I have changed my favorite websites. I added Mr. David Griner's The Social Path blog after reading his post The Seven Deadly Sins of Social Media, which I found after visiting Delicious' in order to add this blog to their stores so that more people could read it and improve my self-esteem. I decided to visit Delicious for this purpose after reading this article on the New York Times website about how to build traffic to your site, which suggested going to Delcious and other sites and registering my blog there.

However, after reading The Seven Deadly Sins of Social Media, I realized that I was embodying the first, third and sixth sins, (which are Lust, Greed and Envy, respectively) and that commiting these sins was not getting me more readers, richer, or making me the most popular blogger to ever live.

Now, to you my problem and how I realized that I have a problem, I suppose that at this point, I am to figure out how to overcome my problem, or pose some sort of philosophical query to you, which no one will much care about, until my next post in about two or three days, or a month or two. However, I still want to be widely read and recognized, ridiculously rich (who doesn't?), and the most well known purveyor of the written word ever (an honor that probably belongs to either J.K. Rowling or the assortment of people who recorded the events of the Bible).

So then, what have I learned? What is the point of this rambling, rather bland post about nothing? Can it be said that there is even a point, and that the point matters to anyone at all?

I just read that last sentence and it makes no f*cking sense at all.

But anyway, why write this post, since right now, I just seem to be going on and on and on about some random sh*t until I can think of a good way to get Arlen Specter into this post.

Damn. That was cheap. I can't even put him in this post in good faith anymore. Forget I mentioned him.

So now what? I think I'll just end it here, and note that today is coincidentally the 101st anniversary of Mother's Day in the United States.

Happy Mother's Day, everyone.

Who has it Better?

Last night, I was thinking about the meaning of life. I continued to think about this in the shower this morning and I have continued to think about this subject today. I have come to the conclusion that cavemen had better lives than us. They didn't have to worry about their cholesterol or their weight or any of the dumba** sh*t that people today have to worry about. Their lives were so simple. All they had to do was hunt, eat, sh*t, reproduce, die. That's all they had to think about. If humans hadn't evolved to become human, then the world would be a better place. I mean, sure, they had a crappy life expectancy, but they didn't f*ck the world up with chemicals and other sh*t. They lived, made babies and died. If all people today did that instead of work and school and worrying about f*cking dumba** celebrities, we'd be happier. There wouldn't be depression or anything. That exists because of jealousy. If humans reverted back to what we were before cities, became more primitive, then we wouldn't have gotten this f*cked-up planet this f*cked-up. Think about it.