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Re:shameless advertising
Sunday, November 06, 2011 1:11 PM
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OK, i need some feedback, and technically this is "cheating" because creative most writing contests take only previously unpublished work, ie, work that hasn't been critiqued. So, if you think there is nothing wrong in cheating and helping me with this, then please, give your honest opinion on this passage. And please suggest names that give off an air of wisdom and is also "cool". I don't think 'randy' makes the mark  , also, don't read too much into the weed thing, I've smoked pot only twice, and I don't intend to do it again  :
Randy and I were best friends, I can recall many incidents where I felt inspired by the man, but the one that springs to mind first is the following. This happened in the summer of 2011. We had acquired some marijuana and, as always, the conversations between Randy and myself somehow evolved into a philosophical one.
“What life wants us to do is end it. It doesn’t want us to enjoy it. At every step, all we encounter are obstacles, so either man himself has made life to be a convoluted ass-rape, or life itself, as all beings in nature, wants to end. It needs to”, I said, while rolling randy and my second joint.
“I’m sorry, it needs to?”, said Randy.
“Yeah, because if nobody dies, then the earth would have either been an overpopulated shit-hole or humans would’ve erased each other, don’t you think so?”
“Well, I consider my life to be a blessing, I don’t think about life as a separate entity like you seem to, I don’t think there’s anything that life ‘wants’ per se. I think that is a terrible way to live a life, to live it knowing that it is going to end. It either pushes you to work hard and succeed and leave a mark or it totally fucks you up, in most cases, it fucks you up. It gives you an excuse when you fuck up”
Randy took a long drag at the joint and gave it to me, and I did the same.
“Life is too short, man”, said randy, “There is more to life than just smoking weed and feeling bad for yourself. I’ve come to realize that.”
“Really? Enlighten me, oh learned one” I asked quizzically, as I handed back the joint.
“Well, look at it this way, you die eventually. That is an irrefutable fact. Everybody dies. So you may ask, what is the point in living? Well, when you think about it, and you compare the size, the intricacies, the sheer beauty of the universe, we are just like tiny, insignificant specks on a map. It simply doesn’t matter what drink you like, which girl hurt you or how dumb Michelle Bachmann is, the fact of the matter is that we all die, and even if we did something that changed literally everybody’s life on this planet, it is so fucking insignificant when you compare it to how massive everything is”
Helplessness became me, but wait, I have a joint. I took a long drag again, and said, “…Actually, you may be right, but still, even considering that death is necessary, and the fact that all our existence on this tiny planet is insignificant, I can’t help but feel deep empathy for all those who die every day, I can’t help but feel angry at the fact that we let something as shallow as religion and skin color come between the entire race and peaceful existence. What the fuck is wrong with us?”, I asked after taking a long drag at the ‘sweet leaf’, as Ozzy Osbourne had once put it.
“Well, you are a sensitive person. You may not care to admit it, even to yourself, but you are, and so it’s hard for you to accept these facts, but, I maintain that religion is the worst thing that happened to humanity. Don’t get me wrong, when it was established, it was a great success, people were united with a warm sense of belonging, but consider the circumstances under which it was formed. People had no idea of land other than their own and had no knowledge of any science. Consider Plato’s allegory of the cave, consider three people who are shackled from child birth in a cave with a huge fire behind them. They aren’t allowed to move their head, arms, legs, indeed, any part of the body, the shadows on the wall becomes their reality. Now consider that one of the three guys is set loose and is allowed to go outside the cave. He goes outside, and learns the way of the real world and gets back to the cave, Plato, in essence said that when he does come back, he won’t belong to his home, that he might even find it pathetic that his previous reality was just darkness and that if somehow he got the chance to kill the man who let him loose and destroyed his perception of reality, he would do it, simply because he was, simply put, mind-fucked. We live in the same situation now, more or less, everybody is living in their own delusional reality that they are doing the right thing by standing true to the writings that somebody delivered thousands of years ago, but the actual reality is that they’re just making life harder for everybody. They are just giving people a reason to be suspicious, to look over their shoulder, to be afraid, they are mind-fucking people” he said, with a smirk.
For a stoner, Randy did have an innate sense of wisdom about him…
“Well, I don’t know how I feel about thinking that my life is insignificant. I guess like any truth, it is hard to swallow”
“That is exactly what I thought when I first read about all of this, but it stuck in my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Eventually, it soothed me, it liberated me, but now I just feel struck with a never ending malady of helplessness. All I can say is that we are just too deep into this mess. I don’t care if religion is not the only thing that makes people kill each other. Maybe we are hard-wired to kill people who believe in different things because we somehow feel threatened, but at the end of the day, there is nothing we can do about it. So what if Osama died? So what if America has her first black president? There will always be dissent amongst people, and there is nothing we can do about it. All I want to do now is finish this bliff and have some pop tarts, so sue me”
All I could do was think deeply at what had just entered my mind, so seemingly harmlessly. All I could do was think about how Randy didn’t utter the word ‘God’, even once during our whole conversation.
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