Ponderings from XKCD.com

Something else old, that I'm reposting in a new place.

My new obsession is webcomics. I'm into quite a bevy of them. Questionable Content. Cyanide and Happiness. Amazing Super Powers. A Softer World. Dr. McNinja. Sam and Fuzzy. Patches. Bunny-comic. Wasted Talent. Octopus Pie.

I have read enough Q.C. to have enough obscure indie band references to get some serious dome at Warped Tour.

But the one comic I relate to the most is XKCD. But I saw one disturbing comic and I simply had to rant.

"The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind, the sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking, and I'm sitting here refreshing my inbox. We live trapped in loop, reliving a few day over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.

And no, I don't have all the answers. I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing: the solution doesn't involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of someday easing my fit into a mold. It doesn't involve tempering my life to better fit someone's expectation. It doesn't involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up.

This is very important, so I want to say it as clearly as I can.

Fuck.
That.
Shit."

I did not write this, but whoever is the author on xkcd.com is a twisted genius, because this mild rant is so applicable to today's disillusioned times. It brings to mind the best Fight Club quote,

"We are the middle children of history, with no purpose, no place. We have no great war, no great depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives" Now, what intellectual epiphany suddenly strikes me? That profanity intertwined with thoughtful pondering is the perfect combination, "Like Lamb and Cheese. Or would you Americans prefer spaghetti and meatballs?" A nice sophomoric reference.

So I repeat as the epic finale to these pointless ramblings, my introspective opinion on this pessimistic viewpoint upon human perception,

Fuck.
That.
Shit.