I confuse me. I frustrate me.
As far as I can tell, people live very complicated lives. If you want simplicity, go back to the mountains and just plant camote (sweet potato).
My brother from another mother said this last night: “Why is it that when one is young and full of energy, he lacks the resources to make himself successful. Once one’s old and has adequate resources, the drive is already gone. ‘
At the new 30, should one lose it? If one loses it, how does one get it back? Lose what? Call it drive. Call it sanity.
Everybody wants to rule the world, said Tears for Fears. Change the world, said Clapton. Hiding under the sheets seems simpler.
End of the day thought: do we really have to work hard to drive ourselves six feet under?
It’s not the destination. It’s all about the journey. It’s simpler to jump off a building.
As Jerry Lee Lewis once said, “If I’m going to hell, I’m going there playing the piano.”
Personally, I’d rather go to heaven courtesy of beautiful angels. Angels, I saw a couple of them from a 3-letter magazine last night. They also had a couple of big bruisers (boyfriends) with them. One looked like he was Photo-shopped. He also looked like he’s from a boss level of a fighting video game. How’s that for security? Angels and toys. Hmmm, — PSP. Soylent Green-ish furniture.
PSP? My friend’s got one with all the enjoyable features. I asked, you won’t find that on the street, right? He said, “Yeah, you won’t. You have to order one.”
At 10K a pop, planting camote seems less stressful. There’s always cassava.
I confuse me even more.