“Everyone wants to be heard, but first you must know what you want to say.”
Bessy’s the best pet cow ever!
No, she’s not a pet…
Look! Goldie’s sleeping upside-down.
No, Goldie’s not sleeping.
She said I looked good.
No, she was just being nice.
Everyone laughed at my joke.
No, they were just laughing at you in general.
If I just had enough money.
No, if you just loved yourself first.
She’s the most beautiful girl ever.
No, you’re just drunk.
I want to be famous.
No, you’re just lonely.
I think she loves me.
No, she just said Hi.
I think I love her.
I think you’re crazy.
What’s on your mind?
Every living creature dies alone. That sort of thing.
That’s not always true. I’ve heard sometimes big groups of people, like in cults, come together and have mass suicides, like a big suicide party–oh and don’t forget about natural disasters. Lots of people die together in those.
Thanks. I feel way better now.
Well don’t drag your shit onto me. I’m feeling pretty good right now and I don’t want to deal with your existential crisis. I’ll deal with it when I get depressed on my own accord.
You could have just said that first. You don’t have to be such a jerk about it.
I was starting to feel bad, so I had to knock you down a few pegs, which made me feel better I gotta say.
Haven’t you heard of sharing the load to make it lighter?
Haven’t you heard about turds in punch bowls? I don’t want your shit in my mouth.
But we never talk about this kind of stuff. No one does.
And for a reason. People want to feel good. Yeah, we all know we’re all going to die, but we’d rather just distract ourselves from it than spend time thinking about it and dealing with it. Why do you think people are always on their phones doing dumb shit when they could have a quiet moment to reflect? Why do you think we distract ourselves from thought in general?
Yeah. I guess we’ve kind of gotten soft. No one wants to do the hard mental work to find true satisfaction; they just want to play fucking candy crush and feel happy for beating the next level or watch some fucking cats doing cute cat things.
Well yeah, that’s just the way it is, so deal with it.
Well you’re sucking at it. Try harder.
But if I just distract myself it won’t actually change anything.
…I’ll give you some advice that my great grandpa gave me before he died, as long as you promise to shut up.
When you feel like you are going to die — don’t die; and you will survive.
He said that?
Well, I’m translating, but that’s the gist.
Well it’s what he said. Now shut the fuck up and eat some ice cream.
There’s no way he said that.
He was on the forefront of wisdom, what do you want me to say?
How about what he actually said?
But that is what he said.
I object! You expect me to believe this ill-conceived hearsay?
Why not? Everything is hearsay anyways. You wouldn’t even know how old you are if someone didn’t tell you. Everything can be true or false; it just matters if you believe it. You see, there’s a certain point in life when you realize that you’re not the judge. You don’t decide what happens, so you try to be the lawyer for a while, arguing about why it happens and all the time-consuming, convoluted questions that go along with that. But then you realize that you’re a crappy lawyer and are only confusing yourself, so you take another step back. Your real job is to be the jury, and decide what you want to believe. Because believing is the only choice we have, and the only decision worth giving a damn about. So don’t tell me you’re going to die, and don’t ask me why it will happen; just tell me what you’re going to do about it.
What can I start you off with?
I’ll have the wings
And I’ll have the onion rings
Excellent choice as well, you’ll enjoy them.
And I’ll have the quesadilla
Should I choose something else?
No, it’s just an interesting choice; that’s all.
What’s interesting? Is that bad?
No, not necessarily. Just… interesting.
Should I be concerned?
Would it be better if I got onion rings?
I mean, it depends on you. If you want a quesadilla, I would recommend you get the quesadilla; but the onion rings would be an excellent choice.
…fine. I’ll get the onion rings.
Are you sure?
…not really, but I have to choose something.
Well, you don’t HAVE to choose anything.
But I’m hungry.
So what do you want to eat?
I said I’ll have the onion rings—no wait, I still want the quesadilla.
So it’s okay with you all of a sudden?
Good. I’ll bring those right out.
Why is it important to make friends, pursue your dreams, try new things just so you can get embarrassed? I would tell you why, but that would ruin the whole purpose. I just want you to do them, then take a step back and learn, so when the time comes where your son questions why should we stretch ourselves to do so many things, you will have acquired the wisdom to not tell him either.
We sat down and she asked what I wanted to talk about. I was confused and responded with nothing, everything, anything. Sometimes it’s nice just to sit together and listen . The things you can hear when nothing is spoken may give clarity to thoughts otherwise unawoken.