18 November 2012
Patching The Holes...
Some of you are even arrogant enough to be caught up in the religion delusion. Yes, arrogant. Why? What else would you call a person that actually believes there is someone out there that on a second to second basis actually cares about your mundane existence. Religious people are just a bunch of self-centered Paris Hilton's parading the intricacies of their pettiness upon a stage to garner applause and attention under the arrogant assumption that someone actually gives a fuck. I, in fact, wish I could convince myself there was a god. My life would be so much easier. At least I'd have an actual target for my angst.
Truth and meaning are only things which I discover within and about myself. The outside world is merely a thorn in my paw to produce a bit of agitation that in turn forces me to respond. My responses to these thorns are the words I toss on the page. But trust me, at no time do I ever fool myself into believing that any of this actually means anything outside of my own head. These words are merely the truths I use as band-aids to patch the holes of my existence. That doesn't make me a nurse able to patch all. You are responsible for finding your own bandages and crutches to get through this existence.