Thursday, March 16, 2006
So meet my at the mission at midnight and we'll divvy up there
I'm fully prepared for someone to take to to task on this one (which I would prefer to you just silently regarding me as a prick). There is a woman in my office right now. I would regard her as fairly stupid. Her health is poor, she has a creepy husband and a good-for-nothing son. She's also incredibly chipper. She's happy all the time. So who's the stupid one?
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Ignorance is bliss, babe.
I guess it's how you define 'stupid' isn't it? It seems to me that a lot of what causes unhappiness comes from not having our expectations met. Maybe her expectations are different?
It's another example of a cliche being so true, isn't it, freakgirl?
I'm sure you're right, Andrew. I know "stupid" sounds harsh but I guess what I'm wondering about is this: Do I envy her? Would I trade places? Give up all the self-awareness and judgement and evaluation for that bliss?
Maybe the universe is just messing with your head. I mean, if we accept (and we do) that it is All About You, then this woman's happiness (or her convincing performance thereof) is not really her own anyway, it's just there to give you a good unlubed mindfuck about how you feel regarding your own state of affairs.
There, feel better?
(Pre-emptive apologies if this posts twice, it looked like Blogger ate it the first time.)
Oh, ha very ha, we were on the same page. What a surprise.
Yep. No surprise at all! Simul-posting our simul-thoughts.
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