Thursday

Cursed is the Blessed Human Animal

What is preventing us (all of us) from simply enjoying our time here (on earth)? Why can't we just find our comfort zones and save the drama and the angst for stage plays and jigsaw puzzles? There's fun to be had and we've already had enough grief to last us well into our next (and next after) lives.

Believe me, I get it. We are the humans; homo-fucking-sapien. There are complexities, subtleties, and inconsistencies, no doubt. That comes with the ability to reason and drive stick.

But, we also have the very basic responsibility to share an interesting chat, laugh until we gag, and fuck each other silly every so often. It is me, or are my priorities skewed?