Be Agressive To Your Cat

Read more books. Watch more movies. Write more awesome observations about people and their lives. Do all of these things and live in a drugged up daze of self/world-reflection. Then life will be truly wonderful and not at all cheapened by actually living it.

Usually around this hour, 3am, my cat will come into my room and rub her face against my computer. This is one of the things that I find most irritating in life, although I couldn't tell you rightly why. Probably from selfishness. Or maybe I'm just not a fan of cats. This one is pretty fluffy, which makes up for her being obnoxious.

There is slight, subtle intrigue to the life of a good-girl. Someone who isn't involved in this particular way of living might think that it is very dull. But I feel that thinking about things before making a decision is a very exhilarating way to live. The consequences are much more real and less predictable, which is ironic because the consequences, when thought about, are usually as predictable as a piece of carpet. Crafting theories about how life appears to work only becomes interesting when one puts them into practice. I'm all about philosophizing about life, but it means nothing if no one is willing to act on said philosophies. So what is the problem of this? There always has to be a problem, because pessimists always like to ruin everything. The problem of this is that even though we might be able to see some possibilities of consequences, we can't see them all, and running the risk of acting on a philosophy and then getting a horrible consequence is like playing russian roulette only better. Why is it better? I was just getting there. It's better because with russian roulette you're dead and don't have to deal with your problems and with life you're not dead (obviously) and have to deal with the problems that acting on a theory presesnts.

Everyone does this. It's just like life. We make choices thinking one thing and more often then not our thoughts turn out to be very, very wrong and make us very, very sorry. And at the moment we think, "CRAP, I'm screwed! Life is going to suck now because I made a bad choice." But really, it's just a growing opportunity, which every sophomore realizes when they finally take the Great Look Back and see that all the dumb things they did taught them something and made them into the person that they are today.

How cute. Isn't hindsight quintessentially quaint? A perfect ending that rests on the foundations of a faulty beginning. We like to think this way because it creates drama and tension and we love for our lives to be a story that people will want to listen to. For such hopeless pessimists we can sure be really hopeful optimists.

Living life is heady. It's a drug, an endless game of russian roulette. Will our choices be correct, or will be they terribly wrong? Throw up your hands, shrug your shoulders and declare WHO KNOWS?! Let's do it anyway!

Here's the intrigue of the good-girl: She breaks too many hearts. She's too amazing. Her exterior is shiny and new and is made of intelligent foam that molds to the countours of your body. What could be better? But she can only have one, and it has to be the right one. There's no way of telling which one that is unless there's knowledge. And knowledge, especially now, is painful to extract, painful to hold, and painful to let go of in favor of some other knowledge. And the shiny, new, intelligent foam good-girl longs to find a shiny, new, intelligent foam good-boy who, when she rests against his intelligent foam body, will not push his shape into hers, but will meet her shape and uphold it while she meets and upholds his. And they will be like two boxes pushed next to each other. No depressions, no indents, no parts sticking out and jutting into the countours of the other box. Just straight lines that rest against each other and stay straight.

We don't need to change. We just need to morph into one another. Two become one flesh. There is beauty in that. Why else would we like mixing colors so much?