Life is what happens to you while you are making other plans. Death is what happens to you when you are making other plans while standing in a crosswalk. It’s hard to define life and death… if something thrived as a plasma on the surface of our Sun would it be alive? And, if it is, how long before the Japanese find a way to eat it raw on rice?
Death terrifies us. Not as much as public speaking but that is understandable: We aren’t sure what will happen to us after death; but, after public speaking, the humiliation we will receive is INEVITABLE.
I think what bothers us most about death is the inconvenience of it… not just for the dead guy; in fact, the dead guy has finally found a sure-fire way to get out of jury duty. But, the rest of us have to deal with it. Because we are all part of a system. Your family is a system: There’s the smart one, the funny one and the one who will eventually turn his life around just as soon as they let him out of state prison. Every family has the “crazy one”. That’s a pretty sweet gig because the title gives you carte blanche to do whatever you want…. INCLUDING using the term “carte blanche” to describe an elephant you saw once.
Outside the family, you are still in a system… be it work, the neighborhood or in the Satanic cult you only attend because of the cute girl who holds the Chalice of Deadly Evil during the Black Mass. She’s never made eye-contact and that MEANS SOMETHING. Work involves a system of personalities that requires hard-workers, or as I call them, “pricks”; and, dedicated managers… or, as I call them, “pricks”; and, that guy in the office that barely does any work and calls everyone a “prick”. I think I hate them most of all...
Potatoes and the Promise of More Potatoes 
I think you posted that just to see if anyone mentioned you used the word prick three times and you know what that means 🙃
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Bloody Mary will come and take my eyes?
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Gobble Gobble
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I’m celebrating Thanksgiving, today; because my son had to work, yesterday. I just have to make the gravy, stuffing, rolls and enchiladas, today…
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And there’s the blogging death issue. If I disappear one day, how will you know if I was crushed by a rock… or killed by a rabid wombat?
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“It was a BEAUTIFUL death… a blogging death” – 300
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Was going to come up with something smart to say, but everything I came up with was rather gloomily nihilistic. That’ll teach me for being a nihilist…
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I think being gloomily nihilistic is sweet… but, then again, I’m gloomily nihilistic…
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Will you be naming this book Words of Wisdom? There’s some sound stuff, here. 😀
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I tend to get philosophical a lot. It isn’t intentional…
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A natural talent, then!
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Yes, this is definitely a book I would read. Eye opening that I call my daughter the “crazy one” and she just ends up doing even crazier things. I get the chicken and the egg of the situation now.
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Well, as “the crazy one” in my family, I can tell you that it gets old after awhile. My parents and I had a long talk about it but I think I might have just hallucinated it…
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OMG I’d read this fricken book and help promote it! You’re an undiscovered comic genius. (I say undiscovered because I believe the audience on WordPress in nil.)
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That’s nice of you to say, George. Most of my “lists” are notes for this book…
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“Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatsoever to do with it,” –Somerset Maughham
So far, so good.
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Caught my attention :).
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