Nov 14 2009
an obsessive loner
All this sunshine and good weather–it’s enough to make one ill. No one appreciates quality cynicism anymore. Now it’s all about irreverence and charm and cache of wit. Where did all the heroic sufferers go? Those carrying the figurative weights and metaphorical burdens of creative life? Bohemians and loose women? God, I miss the loose women. Relationships are so overrated. Whoever said misery loves company didn’t know people very well. He was probably the same douche-bag who said there’s someone for everyone.
And so it goes…
Frankl would say suffering ceases to be suffering once we define it. Kubrick would say we must come to terms with nature’s indifference. Schopenhauer might say that it doesn’t really matter either way, because the world will carry on with or without you. House would say living sucks only marginally less than dying.
But, I remain the eternal optimist. This is the best of all possible worlds. Truth is beauty; life is suffering. Let’s go eat some worms.