First, you must start out as a loser. Have everyone staring at you and commenting on your greasy appearance all the time. It is important that the whole school knows what a weird person you are.
After a year, you should look in the mirror and realize that your face resembles a puffy mountain range, and your clothes have no logos on them.
Spend an outlandish sum of money on acne cream, fancy clothes and the most expensive, "bling" you can find. Make sure you spend almost ALL of your money; it is cool to be broke sometimes.
Begin working out; if you're hot you're more popular.
When school starts, you will walk up to a suitable looking group and make a name for your self. Punch the coolest and strongest person in the face. You will not win this fight.
Realize you have accomplished nothing. Expect facial reconstruction surgery.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Ponder
I so often find myself questioning the rhyme and reason of humanity. I look at the world we live in; the little tiny, insignificant speck hanging so precariously onto a force we have deemed, "orbit". I look at all the faith, trust and hope that has been placed in this little rock. This rock which somehow manifests anything and everything we need to survive, and takes all our mistreatment and beatings without making a sound. I look at all the people which have come and gone. I notice how so many have passed through moments of greatness and stardom...and many who have passed through these moments have ended up the most dissatisfied and depressed on the day of their death.
I look at these things and my mind always returns to that scripture composed by Solomon while he lay slowly decomposing on his death bed. Ecclesiastes. The scripture which is a lament to the futility of man. A warning to future generations that anything and everything which lays under the careful watch of our ever-present sun--is futile. Every fight, every movie, every book, every kiss, every bite, every drink, every step, every handshake, every smile, every frown, every look, every glance, every stare, every comment, every view, every yell, every whisper....all of it is futile. Anything and everything that is invested into our world will eventually be forgotten and left behind to rust and rot in the deadness of space. What are we fighting for? What are we crying for? What are we singing for? Why do we kill eachother? Why do we hug eachother? Why do talk to eachother? Why, if we claim to be so intelligent that many believe religion unnecessary, do we continue to fight wars over resources which will soon be depleted anyway? Why do we spend so much of our time worrying about things that will not matter eventually?
Why is life so important to those who didn't even ask for it in the first place?
I look at these things and my mind always returns to that scripture composed by Solomon while he lay slowly decomposing on his death bed. Ecclesiastes. The scripture which is a lament to the futility of man. A warning to future generations that anything and everything which lays under the careful watch of our ever-present sun--is futile. Every fight, every movie, every book, every kiss, every bite, every drink, every step, every handshake, every smile, every frown, every look, every glance, every stare, every comment, every view, every yell, every whisper....all of it is futile. Anything and everything that is invested into our world will eventually be forgotten and left behind to rust and rot in the deadness of space. What are we fighting for? What are we crying for? What are we singing for? Why do we kill eachother? Why do we hug eachother? Why do talk to eachother? Why, if we claim to be so intelligent that many believe religion unnecessary, do we continue to fight wars over resources which will soon be depleted anyway? Why do we spend so much of our time worrying about things that will not matter eventually?
Why is life so important to those who didn't even ask for it in the first place?
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