I have been in a funk recently…
A funk that jane austen would have been proud of…
But back in the days of jane austen and oscar wilde…
I would have been the protagonist of any sad sappy novel…
Don’t get me wrong, my life is moving smoothly…
But the main question is: moving smoothly to where?
And when I actually do get there, will I even know where destination hong yu ran is?
So pointless and meaningless you wonder why you’re even reading it…
i feel like everyone else is moving past me with at least the faintest direction…
while I’m left behind contemplating where my wind blows…
a funk…
a funk is the post modern existentialist take of being a little small dot on a larger than life picture…
a funk is another excuse for not knowing whether you feel content, shitty, fulfilled or just plain ol’ funking…
don’t they prescribe a pill for such things?
if being single is a travesty...
and being attached and in a relationship is a higher and natural form of human progression....
shouldn't CHOOSING to be single and skipping the attachment part a first step of human evolution?
and we all know human evoltuion trumps natural progression...
under all my resentment and distainment for all who are blissfully attached...
i truly from the botton of my heart wish that you would just take out a pistol and blow each others brain off...
so help me god if i have to hear another person talk about spending time with their other someone...
i'll blow mine off...
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