"I
went to a restaurant that serves 'breakfast at any time' so I ordered French
toast during the Renaissance."
You never know when you should stop
doing what you’re doing, if it feels good. Some day, the things you do,
provided they feel good, will grab you by the balls, and rip them right off.
But then, not doing what feels good only delays that. So why fight it? We’re
all the walking dead. Let’s indulge ourselves.
The good part about having this
basic philosophy thoroughly carved into my brain, is that it allows me to
function. To elaborate, it allows me to overcome everyday nuisances like other
people. Had I been one step below where I am mentally today, I would have been
in an insane asylum, with the rest of mediocrity. Because that is where
mediocrity thrives, and only there. Society only has room for the superior, and
the inferior. Grey is an abstract, that is not allowed to exist. And rightfully
so, because when someone is bat shit insane, who the fuck wants to have to deal
with that on top of the every day inferiority we already have to suffer on a
nearly constant basis?
I can suffer said inferiority, for
very simple reasons. I am great, and everyone else sucks. Now, this may seem
contradictory to my goal of enduring other people, but think about it. I may
have to crawl through the bleak horrid miasma of their existence, and their
relentless recital of such, but the light at the end of the bog, or around the
edges if you will, is that I don’t have to suffer being them.
At first, I would long for
inferiority. Hell, even the lure of a padded cell seemed tempting. Some times,
knowing a lot is not knowing a lot. It is knowing too much. But, as you allow
some, though not all, of certain prominent historical philosophers, to bury
itself and meld with your mindset, you rise above that. And I do mean rise
above it. Make no mistake, it will make you a conceited, arrogant fuck head.
But at least you are not them.
At least you are you.
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