Tuesday, April 11, 2006
perspectives
i've been lacking in the creative brain processes lately (a nice way of saying i have nothing to say lately).
it might be b/c i'm too tired. work is draining me. its relentless, its never ending. its forests and forests of trees going down.
or it might be that b/c i'm working so much, i don't really deal with all of my personal and financial matters (like paying bills on time) so i don't have much interactions with the evil overwhelming forces that we call "businesses", and therefore, i don't have anything annoying to write about.
but, i felt that my guilt was taking over, and i had to write something. so, i'm using some of the things that have happened recently to write a post. its more a pact, an agreement, a promise.
you see, in the last week, i have experienced 2 deaths. one very close to me, one very close through association. but, as if that's not bad enough, that is on top of all the other deaths (like 6 in the last 2.5 years). so, i want to make a deal with all the people in my life: my family, my friends, my friends friends, their families, people i might some day care about, people that everyone i know know, and so on.
my proposal is this. i'm tired. i'm exhausted, i'm emotionally drained. i will get to know you, i will let you into my life. we'll have laughs, kicks, we'll make fun of other people together. we'll cry, we'll hit, we'll try to destroy some random things that don't matter except to some really silly people, and in exchange, i don't want your eternal devotion, or anything of the sort. all i ask is that you bend the forces of nature and if you're in any 6 degrees of seperation with ME, you never die. this is a legally binding oral contact and i will expect you to deliver on your end. if, however, you decide to break this contract, you agree to the following terms:
1. i get to curse you;
2. i get to hate you for awhile;
3. i get to give everything that you owned away to charity or throw it out (unless i really like it and then i'll just keep it for myself);
4. at your wake/funeral, i get to make lots of jokes in your expense;
5. i get to tell everyone all the really embarassing things that you never wanted anyone to know;
6. if you happened to win a lottery/or you were about to publish or invent something, i get to totally take credit for it, without going to hell for it when i die (you've broken your contract so i am allowed to break mine too);
7. if you go to heaven and i go to, well, the other place, and vice versa, i get to come to wherever you are, and i get to kick your ass.
it might be b/c i'm too tired. work is draining me. its relentless, its never ending. its forests and forests of trees going down.
or it might be that b/c i'm working so much, i don't really deal with all of my personal and financial matters (like paying bills on time) so i don't have much interactions with the evil overwhelming forces that we call "businesses", and therefore, i don't have anything annoying to write about.
but, i felt that my guilt was taking over, and i had to write something. so, i'm using some of the things that have happened recently to write a post. its more a pact, an agreement, a promise.
you see, in the last week, i have experienced 2 deaths. one very close to me, one very close through association. but, as if that's not bad enough, that is on top of all the other deaths (like 6 in the last 2.5 years). so, i want to make a deal with all the people in my life: my family, my friends, my friends friends, their families, people i might some day care about, people that everyone i know know, and so on.
my proposal is this. i'm tired. i'm exhausted, i'm emotionally drained. i will get to know you, i will let you into my life. we'll have laughs, kicks, we'll make fun of other people together. we'll cry, we'll hit, we'll try to destroy some random things that don't matter except to some really silly people, and in exchange, i don't want your eternal devotion, or anything of the sort. all i ask is that you bend the forces of nature and if you're in any 6 degrees of seperation with ME, you never die. this is a legally binding oral contact and i will expect you to deliver on your end. if, however, you decide to break this contract, you agree to the following terms:
1. i get to curse you;
2. i get to hate you for awhile;
3. i get to give everything that you owned away to charity or throw it out (unless i really like it and then i'll just keep it for myself);
4. at your wake/funeral, i get to make lots of jokes in your expense;
5. i get to tell everyone all the really embarassing things that you never wanted anyone to know;
6. if you happened to win a lottery/or you were about to publish or invent something, i get to totally take credit for it, without going to hell for it when i die (you've broken your contract so i am allowed to break mine too);
7. if you go to heaven and i go to, well, the other place, and vice versa, i get to come to wherever you are, and i get to kick your ass.
The End of Privacy - Whitaker