There Are Days, And Then There Are Days
2001-03-18 - 23:41:27
Weekend highlights:
- Luther is everywhere, with little Simons in between.
- Jon and Jenny spent the night at my house from Thursday to Sunday. We watched a lot of movies (Mating Rituals of the Earthbound Human, Galaxy Quest, Fight Club, American Beauty, Hannibal).
- Cuddled with Jenny at night while she was staying at the house. Technically, we were sleeping together. It was made clear by me that things shouldn't progress beyond cuddling half-nakedly. I just wasn't looking for anything different; and she has a boyfriend whom she likes a lot. I find it odd that some people would sacrifice long-term happiness for a few minutes of happiness. So...we're huggy friends now.
- Drank Coke. But not as much as normal. And I'm okay with that.
- Went to the State Jazz Festival. Lucy was not there. And there was misplaced saddness involved somewhere in there. She better come up to visit sumtime.
Tip#8: He's a jackass because he drinks. He drinks because he's an ass. But when he drinks, he gets ass. Does he drink for the ass, or act like an ass to get drunk? None of this sounds very appealing.
I rate my life at an average of 6 or 7 on the quality-of-life-o'-meter. Where zero is a theoretical permanent hell on earth from which you may never rebound to any score above a 2 (as demonstrated by the plastic deformation of a slinky at the Daytona races) and ten is the theoretical score for a permanent heaven on earth. Two is the worst day you could possibly conceptualize in your mind, while 9 is the best. (These scores, of course, change with time, as a child who has lost a toy eventually realizes that worse things can happen.) Depending upon whether a person is a pessimist or optimist, they should score about an average of 5 or 6 throughout their whole life. Note that a pessimist might rate a day worse than it is, but comparatively speaking, the day is at the same level as the optimist overscoring their day. From playing peek-a-boo, I-see-you to starring at Peekabo Street on channel 8, the average person has a decent life, composed of several notable extremes which slowly degrade and become nothing more than good conversational tidbits. When the world is considered, the human race scores about a five or six, because the extremes of bad and good days cancel across the globe on an extended time interval. This is what they call the Day. A twenty-four hour timespan in which all actions are started and completed, from the mundane to climactic. The Day is the alpha and Omega of the human race, because everything that will ever effect the human is contained in it. President Kennedy was assassinated. John Doe bought his first car; jet black with leather interior. At a UN conference, secretary Gichoff extends a friendly middle-finger gesture to President Biskodimus. A five-year-old girl in India curls up in the middle of the street, unable to walk from starvation. All these events have a specified time and place; and initiate consequent effects to other events. Every person participates in the day, dead of alive; without our ancestors, this day would not be the day it is. In a way, the Day is the fruit of the labor we call 'existence'. It's not your own day to put in a box, or capture on film, or even to score on a 1 to 10 scale. It is the 'something greater' that every person wishes to define. It is God and nirvana and funn and perfection all in one. A beautifully intricate story woven with ironies, satire, tears and smiles. We are the makers of the Day that everyone experiences. It is each persons job to make the Day perfect, even if their own personal role in the Day is to be miserable. And you capitalist bastards with your 'seize the day' billboards are driving me nucking futts.
