Thank Sweet Jesus for Old Metallica
So, at some point in the day today, I got it into my head that I should illegally download all of Metallica's old albums. I'm just about done doing that thanks to Kazaa Lite. I just went thru all of ...And Justice for All and I'm currently halfway thru Ride the Lightning. Talk about some awesome music. Back when melody was considered off limits in thrash metal, Metallica did it. And, boy, did they do it well. Anyhow, thank sweet Jesus for old Metallica or I'd have blown my brains out tonight. I'm THAT fucking bored.
Penn State lost to Michigan tonight. That bummed me out, but I'm not one those fucking morons that will lose sleep over their favorite team losing. I care, but I don't care that much. Some people care about sports way too much. That's one reason why I love seeing teams like the Chicago Cubs lose year after year. It's funny to watch grown men cry.
That's why I don't cry. At least, not anymore. I used to cry all the time. Once you realize that life isn't worth a hill of beans, it kind of becomes hard to cry over something. Who really cares if someone dies? I mean, we ALL die. Some of us die before everyone else. Is it a reason to cry? Probably, but it just doesn't do much for me anymore. Do I get emotional when someone dies? Of course, but that doesn't mean I have to slobbering over everything. Death is hardly the worst thing to be scared of. How about life? Life is way scarier than death. Being lonely is way scarier too. Hell, waking up in the middle of the night and seeing the glowing buttons on your remote control is scarier.
I don't know. Maybe I'm more evolved than most people. Or maybe, and more likely, I don't really enjoy life that much so death just doesn't frighten me. In fact, I'm almost looking forward to it. Dying finally answers the question: What is the point of life?
If you die and there is an afterlife then it proves that there's more to life than just breeding. If you die and there's nothing then it proves nothing because you're dead and you don't know anything. I happen to believe the latter. I'm not a fan of the afterlife. I mean, is it that bad to rest peacefully? Who really wants to life forever? After a few million years, I'm sure that even watching this horrorific species would grow tiring. I love ultra-violence as much as the next droog, but it would get old after a few millenia.
I really don't have much to talk about. It's a Saturday night at 9:45 and I'm sitting at home by myself. Talk about being a winner. I'm pretty sure that retards in comas have more fun than me. What's my point?
I don't have one. I'm just bored and lonely and I figured I'd kill some time instead of killing myself.
Penn State lost to Michigan tonight. That bummed me out, but I'm not one those fucking morons that will lose sleep over their favorite team losing. I care, but I don't care that much. Some people care about sports way too much. That's one reason why I love seeing teams like the Chicago Cubs lose year after year. It's funny to watch grown men cry.
That's why I don't cry. At least, not anymore. I used to cry all the time. Once you realize that life isn't worth a hill of beans, it kind of becomes hard to cry over something. Who really cares if someone dies? I mean, we ALL die. Some of us die before everyone else. Is it a reason to cry? Probably, but it just doesn't do much for me anymore. Do I get emotional when someone dies? Of course, but that doesn't mean I have to slobbering over everything. Death is hardly the worst thing to be scared of. How about life? Life is way scarier than death. Being lonely is way scarier too. Hell, waking up in the middle of the night and seeing the glowing buttons on your remote control is scarier.
I don't know. Maybe I'm more evolved than most people. Or maybe, and more likely, I don't really enjoy life that much so death just doesn't frighten me. In fact, I'm almost looking forward to it. Dying finally answers the question: What is the point of life?
If you die and there is an afterlife then it proves that there's more to life than just breeding. If you die and there's nothing then it proves nothing because you're dead and you don't know anything. I happen to believe the latter. I'm not a fan of the afterlife. I mean, is it that bad to rest peacefully? Who really wants to life forever? After a few million years, I'm sure that even watching this horrorific species would grow tiring. I love ultra-violence as much as the next droog, but it would get old after a few millenia.
I really don't have much to talk about. It's a Saturday night at 9:45 and I'm sitting at home by myself. Talk about being a winner. I'm pretty sure that retards in comas have more fun than me. What's my point?
I don't have one. I'm just bored and lonely and I figured I'd kill some time instead of killing myself.
posted by Jym Is Cool at 11:17 PM
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