Late Update: Post Auditory Fiasco

I feel like laughing really hard and never taking anything seriously again.

that being said, I want to grow a beard so I can look like Grizzly Adams's'es yuppie nephew or something.

that being said, some people would think that me punching a hole in my left eardrum is an act of God, because my older brother was born with an underdeveloped right ear. Just a little bit of it is there. He can still hear out of it, just not well...which is a lot like the sitch with my left one. I'm living in his world right now, just...the other side of it.

If he stood on my left side we'd be a motha-effin' hearing MACHINE.

anyways, I don't think it's an act of the big G, but I can see how some people would think that.

If things get too ironic, point to God. Is that the idea?

My big problem with faith is just that...the faith. Some people would say 'oh thank God your right ear is okay' but I say no. I won't thank anybody for blowing up my hearing. Pessimism? maybe. Narcissism? aw, I wouldn't go that far, John Wayne(but first you gon' have to eat the peanuts out of my sheeit...was that John Wayne or Clint Eastwood?).

The point to all of this...however misconstrued and completely avoided it was...is that you scare me, organized religion. Stories about a Jewish carpenter claiming he was the son of God and a woman claiming immaculate birth? Jesus(damn!). That's the basis eh? I think it's totally insane and the very idea of people modeling their entire lives around this frightens me.

At the same time I love people for the purblind loyalty involved. Incredible(it's almost the same word in Spanish, but heck if it sounds the same).

and that's exactly what I envision 'saved' people as. A blind person being led along by a mischievous little boy with a not-quite trustworthy glint in his eyes. Sure, the olfactory is cranked and the audio is too, but you can't smell an intersection or hear that approaching stop sign...

Maybe I'm a little too suspicious at times.

Sometimes I feel like a bystander in my own head.

So where's the meat, you say?

Things happen for some reason. Every cause has an effect and vice versa. It looks like this:

a life of conscious risk-taking was bound to leave me SOMEWHERE like this SOMEDAY.

Trying to flip around two and a half times in the air is a pretty dangerous way to test if gravity is still real. Maybe eventually people will instill enough esteem in the expression 'eh, win some lose some.' I happened to lose one.

If we were created by some entity, a 'God' if you would, I would rather It be called 'Oh Mighty Myopic God!' because t'hell if anybody saw HUMANS coming.

haha. Myopic God. Let's keep that one.

Sometimes I entertain the idea that maybe the world is like a science experiment gone all crazy and awry(a little redundancy here and there keeps the doctor away), so this 'God' went 'oh, shit!' and ran out of the room. Something like 'eventual' Deism is the goings-on of this thought.

What comes out if I continue down this train is where did He GO? Pulled up a rock for some prime time entertainment? To go get Mom and Dad so the house doesn't burn down? Where?

that brings out far too many questions, so I usually fall asleep there or go get some crackers, because poops and giggles if I've got the answers(that expression is WEAK).

yes, I AM usually this much of an exercise in agnosticism(what a fun premise...people say 'yes' and I get to say 'I doubt it' and people say no and I get to say 'I doubt it' to them too!).

We have arrived back at redundancy, friends. It seems to always be a round trip to that when we talk about jee-oh-dee.

I think Mr. Jack Johnson said it best when he sang,

"And there were so many fewer questions/When stars were still just the holes to heaven"

Let's go back, Mr. Jack.

Let's go back and woo us some hoop dress women YAHHHHHHHHWHEEE!!!!!!

enough.