So, my night went according to Zeus. I brought up bestiality to a girl I met at the bar. I stated how I was utterly against it, and how the thought of such an act was atrocious, and how much I was vehemently appalled by it. I think she thought I was using some sort of reverse psychology on her, because she avoided eye contact with me afterwards. The real reason I brought it up was the fact that I really don’t want contact with someone who thinks that human/animal relations are somehow acceptable. I was trying to protect myself from exposure to this vile, and pernicious hobby amongst the majority of people from the Appalachian regions of ‘merica. I’m just cautious. Sue me. Piss off! Apparently not everyone understands my sense of humor. Their loss.

It’s a very poignant aspect of life realizing that the ones who keep on living are usually the ones who should be bereft of life. The good ones, lacking in any ill-natured aspects of humanity, are the people who leave this earth early, and ill-timed. When a person reaches this level of understanding, the cyclical aspect of this existence comes into light, and all one can do is take a deep breath, and gaze at the droplets of time that descend from the beyond. We live our lives in halls of self-gratification and self-gain whilst knowing full well that our hearts beat towards an end. I won’t waste my time trying to feel better through frivolous endeavors. I leave that up to the putrescent, pontificating patrons of religious worship and false hope.  

I really love how Americans have become so apathetic to every important change happening around them. As long as you have your boxed/pre-made meals, and your television programs you will be content with devolving into lower life forms dead set on catching the next t.v. show or wearing the latest fashions. Oh, and don’t forget about celebrities. The concept/illusion known as celebrity is one of the main points of conversation among so many people that I fear we have lost complete touch with reality. I fear a world in which we have become so detached and distracted by falsehoods that the proverbial rug of self foundation will be ripped from beneath us revealing our own demise as forward thinking beings. Slip any more America, and I will seek refuge in a country that actually embraces reality with open arms, and thirsty minds.

In my Sociology class we got to meet a severely disturbed individual by the name of Silus. He was there with his caretaker. He was once a successful artist, but is now sadly on the other side of reality. He spoke eloquently and colorfully, but his words reminded me of dreams and not of what most of us perceive as the real world. It was like conversing with a Dali painting or a Pollock. Very confusing and disheartening, but at the same time it was a breath of fresh air. Who are we to say that he is crazy? Maybe he sees the world in a way that most of us could only dream of. I personally enjoyed trying to make sense out of his words, but I could see the uneasiness in the eyes of others around the room. It’s too bad that he will never be excepted into society as a whole.