Wednesday, May 9th, 2012

How's Your Day Going?

Do you ever have one of those moments when you're walking down the street and you're passing a person on a cellphone who is in deep conversation about some Very Important Deal, oblivious to the rest of the world due to the urgency of his—and it's generally a he—activities, and you are stunned by a wave of sadness as you contemplate how the miracle of evolution has resulted in our becoming a species afflicted with mammoth self-importance and an almost deliberate denial of the reality that pretty much none of what we do will ever really mean anything, that what waits for us is oblivion and yet we're somehow so wrapped up in all these Moments and Feelings that we use to validate our sense of self? Even the suffering and sadness of these occasional realizations is ultimately unimportant: we are all in a taxi to the tomb, and the contemplation that irrefutable fact does nothing to blunt its essence. It means nothing. None of it. Still, it's hard not to be aware of it on a day like today. Good Lord, what is up with all this rain and gloom? But I have good news for you: the weekend looks sunny! I mean, you're still going to die, but there is at least a brief spot of brightness on the horizon.

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melis (#1,854)

"Hang on, I – look, just sell it. Sell it all. Yes, that's what I said. Sell it and go home to your wife and be with her. I'm going…well maybe I don't give a sheep's fuck about the deal anymore. Did you think of that? I don't know, it's like not giving a fuck but colorfully expanded upon, I didn't really think about what I was saying. Close the deal or don't, I don't care. I've got business to attend to."

dntsqzthchrmn (#2,893)

Hey, I've got 200+ Louvin Brothers songs on my iPod now and I intend to see how many times I can cycle through them before the one about the great atomic power comes true.

@dntsqzthchrmn – A kindred spirit, you are. Are you aware of Atomic Platters, which blew my mind when I stumbled upon it a few years ago?

(Also, I saw Charlie Louvin perform at Rodeo Bar in 2006(?), and he closed with "Great Atomic Power." So cool.)

dntsqzthchrmn (#2,893)

@Setec Astrology Oooh… Bear Family… (eyes roll back into head)

srs (#15,773)

My day is going really, really shitty, thanks for asking.

cory dodt@twitter (#12,071)

I hate contemplating that, so I always push him into traffic.

zidaane (#373)

My taxi to the tomb smells like tea tree oil.

Bryan Keller (#3,804)

We actually really, really need the water, so…Wellbutrin?

Smitros (#5,315)

You really need to put these together as a page-a-day calendar.

namedropper (#8,938)

Sartre couldn't have said it better. Your mom must be so proud.

Balks Mom (#1,921)

@namedropper I am.

I bought new shoelaces today which was a major accomplishment since many Duane Reade stores no longer stock them. I also pretend whispered to a cellphone jabberer, "shut up, shut up, shut up". I didn't actually mouth the words because even though I accept the futility and meaninglessness you speak of, I prefer to not be face punched.

I don't understand anyone who does anything that isn't more or less directly done to maximize the amount of time they spend outdoors drinking during daylight hours and eating cheeses.

Sean Lai (#14,158)

Is it wrong that I love Alex's sad posts because I think they're kind of funny? Not because they're not true, but because they are, and that's hilarious somehow.

Does anyone else ever feel encouraged and hopeful after such a revelation? I have this same thought sometimes followed by "oh god, none of this matters! none of this stupid shit matters to the universe!" and I find this comforting.

I WISH they were just talking on the phone. Usually they are texting or twitterbooking or some shit while wrestling with their golf umbrella and weaving across the sidewalk.

Makes me nostalgic for acid rain.

boxes (#75,654)

Mother's Day is Sunday, but I keep thinking about how my mom will be dead someday, like my boyfriend's mom already is.

My father's dead, though, so we're even.

Ghost Fart@twitter (#232,902)

“The worst part is wondering how you’ll find the strength tomorrow
to go on doing what you did today and have been doing for much
too long, where you’ll find the strength for all that stupid running around, those projects that come to nothing, those attempts to escape from crushing necessity, which always founder and serve only to convince you one more time that destiny is implacable, that every night will find you down and out, crushed by the dread of more and more sordid and insecure tomorrows. And maybe it’s treacherous old age coming on, threatening the worst. Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I’ve never been able to kill myself.”
― Louis-Ferdinand Céline

Ghost Fart@twitter (#232,902)

@Ghost Fart@twitter Also he hated Jews. So, whatever.

TableNine (#1,104)

Have some soup.

Mr. B (#10,093)

Balk's weather posts never fail to brighten up my day and I'm not even being sarcastic right now.

@Mr. B I created an account just so I could say how much I agree with this, and also Alex Balk being the best.

hman (#53)

That dude's probably not so self-important as to have his own "#Me Me Me Me Me" tag though. (J/K!)

JKJV (#1,068)

sweet lord, i barely pull myself out of my existential despair, and then i read this.

(yay sun!)

Niko Bellic (#1,312)

It's pretty funny that you are under the illusion that it's death that makes life meaningless. Even if we were immortal life would still be meaningless. The universe itself is meaningless, so therefore, nothing that exists can have a meaning.

dntsqzthchrmn (#2,893)

@Niko Bellic Death does make life poignant, which is the next best thing to meaninglessness.

turd_sandwich (#5,660)

on my first quick glance at the headline, i thought it said, "How's your gay doing?"

Ben Checks (#4,643)

So I was sitting in my cubicle today and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life.

@Ben Checks Try getting a kidney stone. The day afterward will be awesome.

laurel (#4,035)

@ContainsHotLiquid Food poisoning works the same way.

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