They always told me I was gorgeous in a way
And that faithful day
I found who I was
So fill this hole with my prescriptions
And just keep feeding my addictions
-Friends And Alibis, Escape The Fate
If I had my way, I wouldn't live in reality. I'd live in my own little world of reading, music, questing (as in Dragon Quest), gaming, and occasionally writing. Actually if I had my way, I'd be a vampire with heat vision and such, but that's not the point.
Reality is lame. You get up, go to school or work or whatever, socialize (eek!) and then go home. You spend your life doing stuff for other people, learning things you'll never need to know, and then you die. Seems like a waste of time to me. Once you're dead it's gone anyway. So it seems even more of a waste of time if you can't retreat from all this reality shit. At least in your own little world you call the shots, which means you don't have to do anything you don't want to. Which means you don't waste your life, and you have nothing important left behind when you die. Perfect life.
Of course you could just skip all that and commit suicide. Kinda tempting sometimes. In conclusion, the meaning of life can be expressed in one sentence: Life is efil backwards. Think about it... Or don't, whatever.
Stay tuned for more Pathetic Tales From A Broken Doll.
xx
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Important Philosophical Information
Posted by xhxixdxdxexnx at 1:46 AM
Labels: death, life, philosophy, reality
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