January 8, 1999 |
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The key to happiness; keep pretending. Meaning? Well, I was thinking of what was making me so chipper all the time. I must be a rarity, because I don't think I have ever met anyone who feels happiness as often as I do. So, as my civil duty as a representative of the tiny percent who is actually happy with their life, I felt I should come up with some guide to my good fortune. Keep pretending man. There are such fun kinds of pretending. Like, crawling on your hands and knees and pretending you're a prowling leopard, seeking your lover's sweet crotch. Pretend you are a singer in the car when you're alone. Pretend that you know what you're saying at a group of strangers in a bar. But you're really trashed, and you haven't the faintest idea what the canning capacity a single yellowtail tuna has. But after you're enjoyment of all the confused expressions dies down, you just tell your bar friends right out that you are full of it. People like it when you tell a good tale, even if it's a tall one. I think fairytales start this way. Just a bunch of drunks telling some good bullshit story over and over until it becomes legendary. NEVER PRIORITIZE It offen is pointless, and takes too much time. Just live by the moment. Don't worry about the options so much. The only option is now. Felaccio is always worth it. But don't invite people over you don't want to come over. Such a simple rule, so why do people defy it all the time? Why do we invite people over we hate? I do it too. I should have told my geek cousin Shep to fuck himself when I had the chance... |
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