There were dreams out there, for the having but most importantly for the taking, and I said it then and I’ll say it now “god damn it.” That’s what it really boils down to, the nitty gritty, what’s on the back burner, what’s in front of your stupid fucking face- god.damn.it. damn it all even, why? Because fuck ‘em that’s why.
Here on this earth, there are those who exist and those who question ‘why?’
I’m one of those who question, when I was little I would ask that same question, but it was for a different reason, I liked the sound of my voice, that and most children are just idiots with imagination, which thankfully for me I was able to hold on to both at least for this part of my adulthood. There could be a day when I fall into a business job and work my way to the top and forget what it means to lay in some fucking grass and look up.
Luckily for me, none of that matters- I drink too much, I fuck too little and I am well fashioned in the art of the shutting the fuck up and working shitty jobs. I don’t do much but I do it well. I’ve been told many times that there is nothing worth doing if not done well, we jerk off don’t we? There is no art in that just quick disgusting guilt fueled passion for a few minutes, then you zip your pants back up “oh shit, I’m late for dinner.” For those of you who show up early for dinner plans, hope we washed our hands, but since we are constantly dying and life is paced to quickly, who has the time?
I drink wine in a buttoned shirt, and I get sentimental, I will talk your leg off about the way that girl led me on and I crapped in the gutter for a week, am I lying to you or to myself? At any rate you are listening and that’s all I can ask for. I drink beer in whatever I had on at the time and I get loud, I have the same thoughts I had when I was drinking the wine, but beer will forever be the bullhorn of an idea that wasn’t that well thought out, but you try it anyhow at any rate you are listening because you have to- I am shouting.
I drink whiskey, if you ask me what kind of whiskey I am drinking you’ll know why immediately, cheap whiskey well for the same reason anyone else does, cheap, gets the job done and you want to fuck shit up. I beg you, if you aren’t already to (Fuck.Shit.Up) and I mean that in every sense, if you can’t cut loose once in a while and start some god damn well deserved chaos, then sit down, shut the fuck up and go back to horseshit existence you call a life pour a shot of bourbon and start asking ‘why’ and when you ask it enough come back out, we’ll be waiting and still won’t have an answer.
If I’m drinking whiskey that one gives or gets for a gift or doesn’t ever not once will it ever come in a plastic jar, and I am talking of the sort that generally has a well put together box around the bottle than I am drinking it to taste how perfect some things can be, or I am drinking to forget. If whiskey could target those conversations, or the faces or the people that set to ruin a day or a lifetime you can bet your sweet ass I’m sipping that shit for breakfast.
It is all because life is a god damn heartbreak, for me at least. It is a smile muddled with someone flipping me off, I’m talking middle finger right in my face. We will be fine. Start saying that one too- why not? (We.Will.Be.Fine) because even if you aren’t, you are still saying it and who knows maybe one day it will happen.
Talk to everyone, even the ignorant ones, that’s who we learn from- crazy you can learn the most from those who spent absolutely no time learning anything. We can strive to be like, or we can strive to not be like, boiled down half with logic here people, stay with me, listen, shut the fuck up sometime. Some people have some pretty fascinating shit to say, some people will say the dumbest most idiotic shit you will ever hear. Make sure you laugh, and often it just feels good. Respect people, all people, despite race, religion, politics, boil it down we are all human. Love, love, love. Get hurt, fall down? Get the fuck back up. I’m not saying this to you for any particular reason it is mostly for myself, talk to yourself, if you fuck up- quit listening to yourself and just start talking til it makes sense, and it will at one point I promise, if it doesn’t, boil it down.
If at any point of this you took your hand to your forehead and shrugged at the fact that you just read the rant of some stupid asshole and it sounded like everything you’ve ever read, fuck you- quit reading so much so us idiots can sound smart for 15 minutes. Chances are it did sound like everything but I hope it makes you think, the more you think the more you can do and it is important to always be doing. At any rate you listened and that’s all any crazy person can ask for.
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