| I truly love this world ... |
[Jun. 23rd, 2004|05:54 am]
Jowell Skiffington
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I've found recently that all I do is bitch and complain when there are so many wonderful things in the world. Case in point ...
People who bitch and complain about hidden meanings they justify in their own mind through words they wished were hidden. It's like a Martin Brest screenplay. Now with the internet, you don't even have to be in love with your voice, just the words you put on the screen. Needless to say, it's pathetic on all parties involved (including my own) so let's not mix words here.
I love couples that involve a member who is unable to defend themselves. While the reactions themselves are highly entertaining when taking on a dual party, what's even worse is the level of delusion these people can bring themselves too in all facets of their life. Their points, while credible at their base, are almost completely destroyed because they use the same means to berate people around them. Some people have less of a hold on reality than even I do.
I think as far as good ideas go, I'll establish a belief base, use judgement to rise above my own pathetic existence, claim objectivity on the matter, hoping that by berating those darn crazy philistines, I will somehow be made more right because of it and then change my belief structure as the argument sees fit. Oh I guess that's not such a good idea. Just did a google search on the matter and it seems that 9/10's of the globe already does this. Every god damn time I think I come up with something good, it always comes back on me like that.
That's the problem with having beliefs, when they don't work for your present stance, it's a bit hard to come out of the situation without looking like a hypocrite. All those silly fire insurance Christians or even the other end of the spectrum, the one who sacrifices faith because their child dies, life isn't working out etc etc. You're just a product of oppurtunity, are you going to let a little thing like your kid dying get you down? Didn't you sacrifice your life for the big guy in the sky anyways? Or was that only under the pretense that nothing bad would ever happen to you? Oh well, I do certainly hope that God is as beauracratic as people make him out to be. If all I have to do is sell my soul to Jesus Christ to live an afterlife of pure ... what? That's fucked up and I should shut up? But you said all I had to do was believe right? If a serial killer and a money grubbing evangelist can make it, surely I stand some chance right? Good, I'll see you and that pencil pusher in Heaven then.
- Isolatee
p.s. Can someone tell that desk jockey that I need the case file on "The Human Condition", I need some laughs and I can't get over to the office building he's in till Sunday. |
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