Life is sushi and I'm well-done
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Everyone has a story... even if it is a "blah" one, it is their own, and is usually comprised of other stories. Colorful events... some real, some imagined---linking us to each other, and to our source of humanity. This is my story.
In my life nothing of what we would call "exceptional" really happens, at least not externally. I sleep, run, pull an 8 to 5, hang out with some friends, find time for academics and a few hobbies. This is what we call "ordinary". Mediocricy, simplicity. A little bubble of existance in this dream world of free-enterprise, free-love, and free-spirits.
People don't normally settle for this kind of life, unless they're lazy, because it's not "challenging." What I don't understand is why all of the simple things in life are always so complicated! Why is it so difficult to tell the truth about your age? To feel relaxed during a job interview? To take a crap in a public toilet?
Why is it so hard to live a healthy, disciplined lifestyle? That's all we really want... but somehow this fat-lazy-sleepy-sugar-fried-dumpling of a world stares us in the face until we give in. Why is it that we're so bored yet can never find time to do anything? Why do we look down when we need to look up? Why do we believe in our failure and scoff at success? Why do we believe at all and why do we act as if we don't?
Far be it from me to mock those high-achievers....the superstars of the fame-driven, financial-based, wit/or whim system. But hell, they can't even deal with the challenges of mediocricy! Look at all of Oprah's fat books, watch the Osbourne's stumble around their estate--- even Martha Stuart cheats (although... she knows nothing about simplicity anyway).
All I'm saying is... the challenges I face, are the same as every other person... no matter their social class...region of birth... or genetic disorder. I face the challenges of living! Of constantly striving to move forward, and being daily overwhelmed by freakishly ordinary events of life.
Logically I conclude that I am--- the number six. Somehow if you add me to a lucky number you get unlucky, if you put me in a row three times you get the end of the world. But by myself, I am perfectly innocent. Somwhere in the middle... and life is good here....
In my life nothing of what we would call "exceptional" really happens, at least not externally. I sleep, run, pull an 8 to 5, hang out with some friends, find time for academics and a few hobbies. This is what we call "ordinary". Mediocricy, simplicity. A little bubble of existance in this dream world of free-enterprise, free-love, and free-spirits.
People don't normally settle for this kind of life, unless they're lazy, because it's not "challenging." What I don't understand is why all of the simple things in life are always so complicated! Why is it so difficult to tell the truth about your age? To feel relaxed during a job interview? To take a crap in a public toilet?
Why is it so hard to live a healthy, disciplined lifestyle? That's all we really want... but somehow this fat-lazy-sleepy-sugar-fried-dumpling of a world stares us in the face until we give in. Why is it that we're so bored yet can never find time to do anything? Why do we look down when we need to look up? Why do we believe in our failure and scoff at success? Why do we believe at all and why do we act as if we don't?
Far be it from me to mock those high-achievers....the superstars of the fame-driven, financial-based, wit/or whim system. But hell, they can't even deal with the challenges of mediocricy! Look at all of Oprah's fat books, watch the Osbourne's stumble around their estate--- even Martha Stuart cheats (although... she knows nothing about simplicity anyway).
All I'm saying is... the challenges I face, are the same as every other person... no matter their social class...region of birth... or genetic disorder. I face the challenges of living! Of constantly striving to move forward, and being daily overwhelmed by freakishly ordinary events of life.
Logically I conclude that I am--- the number six. Somehow if you add me to a lucky number you get unlucky, if you put me in a row three times you get the end of the world. But by myself, I am perfectly innocent. Somwhere in the middle... and life is good here....