I was going somewhere with that last blog post. Seriously, I was. The whole thing was supposed to be an intro whereupon I’d do a pop-the-clutch segue and launch into what I really wanted to talk about. Then I started worrying that it was going to run too long. For a blog, I’ve been pretty wordy lately and I didn’t want people to not read my stuff because it was too much of a time commitment. I figured it was OK to blather on at length on occasion, but not all the time.<\/p>\n
I therefore decided to wrap it up, post it, and get back to the other stuff later. It was a good plan except that the nihilistic platitude “we all die alone” is fine as an introductory point, but pretty cheeseball as a standalone.<\/p>\n
So where were we? Ah yes, I have just told you about the inevitability of dying alone and you the reader react with “No shit, Sherlock” or words to that effect. Now I get to the point and tell you that despite my apparent obsession with death and dying, I have no desire to kick the bucket anytime soon. What I envy in the dying is the freedom when the end is fast approaching.<\/p>\n
Think about it. You don’t have to concern yourself with anything because nothing is going to matter for very long. Being in the world will be a job you used to have and you have now gone off to…well, there is some disagreement about that. Shakespeare and\u00a0Star Trek VI\u00a0<\/em>called it “the undiscovered country” though that’s a little spiritual for my liking. I prefer to think of death as a trip with no destination. Bon voyage.<\/p>\n Enough about death. Let’s get back to the joy of not having to give a shit. This is something I’ve strived for even though my mortality is little more than an abstraction. Granted, blissful apathy is not something I pursue full time. There is stuff that is important in my life. I love Rebecca. I care about my friends. \u00a0I enjoy having food and shelter. Still, I do enjoy telling most of the world to fuck right off.<\/p>\n There you have it. That was what yesterday’s post was supposed to introduce. It hardly seems worth it now. It hardly seems worth it at all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I was going somewhere with that last blog post. Seriously, I was. The whole thing was supposed to be an intro whereupon I’d do a pop-the-clutch segue and launch into what I really wanted to talk about. Then I started worrying that it was going to run too long. For a blog, I’ve been pretty … Continue reading What Was That All About?<\/span>