Listening to: Kid A, Kid A and ongoing throughout.
Well, here's the New Year. To be honest, I don't care as much as America does and it seems as if the world doesn't care as much as it used to, which, in all honesty makes sense. I've felt in a bit of a funk lately. The fact that I've been staying up far too late and sleeping in unrecognizable patterns may have added to this confusion or maybe it's just the Omaha winter. This kind of general malaise and disdain or, at the very least, incomprehensibility concerning the things, people and events, basically the nouns, surrounding me begins. I have no idea why this is. When March rolls around and the sun breaks through, the days last longer, the clouds return to on high and the snow begins running in rivulets down cement sidewalks, things brighten up. I hope to God that pattern continues.
For some reason though, the New Year and all its connotations got me thinking about the purpose of our being. At first, I believed perhaps life acted as a test for us as a species and people, that correlating to my religious beliefs concerning where we go whence we die. Then, I believed that perhaps life occurred only for us to feel the emotions that come along with it but then, when the images of widows and orphans and widowers and the unhappy and disfigured, the hopeless and poor came to mind, it seemed much less the purpose of lie as one of its side benefits. Now, in this funk, I don't know if life has any purpose whatsoever except for us to live until we die and enjoy or regret whatever comes after that. In essence, it seems as if the reason zombies don't in actuality exist is because we as a people are nothing more than zombies, whether it be to each other, consumerism, popularity and pop culture, etc.
I guess this is sort of a downer but I didn’t want to leave the blog update free for too long. I think maybe I'll go the Joel and late Erik! route with blog postings and not just have self-congratulatory or self-indulgent posts but maybe just general musings or incomprehensible ramblings or writings or poems. Let's hope I can pull it off as well.
In summation, Happy New Years everybody.
PS Mid afternoon naps are one of the most inexplicable events and difficult to understand and feel energized after.
(Insert sound of New Years fun slippy honking thing)
there's an episode of Arrested Development where GOB says he won't beat himself up over a little mistake. I think the answer to life in somewhere in there.
How amazing has the weather been lately though?? geeeez
Posted by: joel at January 2, 2006 01:32 PM