What the hell is going on?

Listening to the offspring, drunkish or perhaps just generally shitty. Can hardly tell the difference anymore. Unhappy or happy, what’s the fucking difference? It’s subjective, maybe even a zero-sum game. What’s the point to one person’s happiness when it’s barred by the knowing of others unhappiness? Maybe these thoughts will get me into heaven, maybe hell because the only reason I think of them are because they’re virtuous. I’d like to think they are not the product of self-saving virtuoism.

Fell asleep at work today because I got too fucked up the night before. Only reason I write this is because now I’ll have to think of some excuse or lie to tell my boss when he asks where I was. Which I always do and get away with. Perhaps with the caveat that he’ll think less of me for it, but that’s a sunk cost. I don’t think about sunk costs. At least I try not to. Most of what I type is bullshit and can be easily argued. But I don’t really give a fuck. Because what is a person’s thought process and it’s product without challenges. To answer it’s useless. A thought unchallenged is, innocent in itself, not groundbreaking or useful. Therefore; what I’m writing is useless. But fuck it.

Maybe these types of thoughts will leave me one day when I find a lovely spouse or a fulfilling career but I think that these types of thoughts are good for the world. Society is complacent, uninspired and bored. Without ideas like these what’s the fucking point? Like really? Should we all be good boys in our letterman jackets or should we blaze? I choose to blaze.