58 - Feed Animals In The Zoo. Then Later, A Movie, Too
While I like to think of myself as completely realistic, pragmatic and totally rational. I still salute Magpies, try to avoid putting new shows on a table, nor will I [be completely happy to] walk under ladders. Superstitious nonsense that was hard wired into me when I was younger, its like blinking, pure reactionary. But since it does no harm [unlike believing and propheting hatred and beliefs of a make believe super-being living in a cloud city in the sky fucking around with little harp playing winged cunts with bow and arrows] I let it roll. What I'm getting at, is although I am rational, I'm wondering if there is a link to being outwardly kind and happy and receiving kindness and happiness in return, perhaps purely psycho-semantic, or even chemical rebalancing, there might be something.
By a rule of thumb, I'm pretty nice to people, and people are pretty nice back. Whether or not its completely true reflection of what I/they feel/think/want to say, I don't really care, I will lie, fake and be phony if by being nice to someone, making them happy [or at least not unhappy] makes my life easier. I will also be cruel as fuck when I think it is required.
I'm just trying to try to find some reason, perhaps a scientific formulae as to why I am at the minute, and for a couple of years, reaping a pretty [yes, simple and straightforward but] massively happy life, I'm only 28 and have probably had to take more shit than most 58 year olds, but a lot was my own causing, and a lot was just life. But take this morning, I'm still in bed, but the windows are open, fresh country air is blowing in, and sunlight is filling the room, Neil Young is rasping away on Spotify. I've just been brought a cup of coffee. My day ahead consists of sitting in the garden with the dog, having a few beers, maybe watch a couple of shows before I sleep before work tonight, which I'm happy with, its Friday we have a laugh. Do I deserve this, is it payback for being nice?
See Kiddies, lying is good, tell people what they want to hear is good because they in turn will say in return what you want to hear, the stupid ones may even mean it. That's why I don't need to fear an afterlife, of live by a prescribed doctrine. I set my own moral and ethical boundaries, not live by some 2000 year old load of fucking bull shit.
Coming to play in the garden?
By a rule of thumb, I'm pretty nice to people, and people are pretty nice back. Whether or not its completely true reflection of what I/they feel/think/want to say, I don't really care, I will lie, fake and be phony if by being nice to someone, making them happy [or at least not unhappy] makes my life easier. I will also be cruel as fuck when I think it is required.
I'm just trying to try to find some reason, perhaps a scientific formulae as to why I am at the minute, and for a couple of years, reaping a pretty [yes, simple and straightforward but] massively happy life, I'm only 28 and have probably had to take more shit than most 58 year olds, but a lot was my own causing, and a lot was just life. But take this morning, I'm still in bed, but the windows are open, fresh country air is blowing in, and sunlight is filling the room, Neil Young is rasping away on Spotify. I've just been brought a cup of coffee. My day ahead consists of sitting in the garden with the dog, having a few beers, maybe watch a couple of shows before I sleep before work tonight, which I'm happy with, its Friday we have a laugh. Do I deserve this, is it payback for being nice?
See Kiddies, lying is good, tell people what they want to hear is good because they in turn will say in return what you want to hear, the stupid ones may even mean it. That's why I don't need to fear an afterlife, of live by a prescribed doctrine. I set my own moral and ethical boundaries, not live by some 2000 year old load of fucking bull shit.
Coming to play in the garden?
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