I’M JUST SCARED

Death is a funny thing, don’t you think? You could spend your whole life doing everything right to avoid it as long as possible, but in the end, what makes you think you have any control? So you eat healthy and exercise… so what? You’ll probably end up going to bed only to never wake up again anyway. So you worked very hard to achieve all your goals, and were genuinely happy (if there’s such thing), does it mean anything? You’ll probably just end up dying prematurely and leaving everyone shocked and under the impression that you’re actually just secretly hiding in a closet or under a bed and just waiting for the perfect time to jump back out and yell “KIIIIIIDDDING!” and get a good hardy laugh. Pff.

It makes you wonder why we all worry over all of the stupid things, ya know. So you didn’t get the pair of shoes you wanted, whoopee. So you don’t have the perfect skin that you dream of, so what? Who cares, you’re only going to die. Die. Some think you should spend more time telling the people you love that you love them and have fun rather than focus on all that stressful stuff, but I mean, so you tell someone you love them and you die, does it make you feel better? No. Does it make them feel better? Maybe for a second, but they’re only going to die too. And how greedy are you, man! All the time, all the life that you spent telling that person you loved them so you can feel good about yourself before droppin’ dead, took away from the time they could have been telling someone else that they love them and so on and so forth.

It feels like life is such a waste. If you’re only going to die, why put so much effort into it. But, at the same time, if I were told when I was going to die, would I stop trying? Is a life not lived worth living at all? Get what I mean, jelly bean?

Shut up.

RIP: JORDAN TIMPANY (1991 - 2009)

1 comment | June 30th, 2009