Saturday, January 22, 2005

Suffering

What a word!
Humans just love it, and they most especially love to express their suffering - from love poems to a lost lover who'll never read it, to hate letters to a magazine editor who'll never read it, and everyone in between.

Oh, humans just luuuuuuv their suffering - especially that particularly sweet smelling mental kind, that they don't even have to TRY to conjure up, it's just there, like stink on shit, or white on rice... no, I think stink on shit is more appropriate.

You know WHY humans luuuuuuv their suffering? Oh, you "think" you do, you "believe" you do, you'll even SAY you do, but do you really? (I'm not talking about someone else, here, I'm talking about you, dear, you the reader right now: "Why do you luuuuuuv your mental suffering?")

I'll tell you - right now, because you need to know this ;^) It's so you can tell someone about it, and then tell them how it all turned out. That's it, in a nutshell, and all wrapped up like a present someone leaves at your door without knocking, and you open up the door, and open that little package, and it !!!EXPLODES!!! in your face, killing many, and leaving you a crippled and damaged, >>thing<< - for awhile, and you start suffering over it, and thinking about it, and telling all your friends and family, ad nauseum (till even THEY get tired of you and your whining), just so you can tell them - much, much later if you're quite ordinary - how it all turned out, you know, that "funny story".

It's delicious the way people luuuuuuv their suffering.

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