42

Do you do jokes in base 13?

Meanderings. Donuts. Random words that comes to mind.

Infinite human experience.

Life. To be perfectly honest, would humans want to know the meaning of life? On the surface, it sure looks nice. Find out what we are supposed to do with ourselves for 80 some-odd years.

I don't want to know the meaning of life. That would make it all pointless. What if the meaning of life was to ask about the meaning of life. Isn't that how humans have achieved every thing they've ever done, good or bad? We create war, science, religion, as a way to explain everything. If we learned the Answer, wouldn't that all be pointless. Would there be no wars, because there would be no conflict of opinion? What if the meaning of life was something we didn't want. Suppose it is direct animosity to our happiness. Some think it is. Some think the meaning of life is to be as unhappy as possible because they think a floating man will save them. Some see that as happiness.

Suppose it's just to laugh a little. Suppose it's to ask questions, try to get knowledge about the world and interpret it. Would all thought stop if we found the answer. No more questions, no more thought. No more thought, no more anything.

Would it be accepted. Would there be some who refuse to accept our purpose? Some do today. Suppose humanity rejected it's fate. They knew it to be our real purpose, but didn't accept it. Why? For the sake of anarchy? So there will be SOME though left, some war, some pain, some laughter, some emotion.

42. Such a simple answer. Maybe the real answer is as simple as that.

Birthday

I celebrated a close family member's birthday today. It wasn't huge. We had cake and some fast food. We all wished her a happy birthday and went on our way. Spent some time.

The thing is, we spend time over there as it is. Not that I don't enjoy it, it's just shouldn't that be special. I hate special treatment on my birthday. When I complete a project I've been working on or a goal I've been working towards, then pat me on the back. Hell, I'll take some cake too.

But the day I was born? Seriously? I get cake and stuff just because my mother managed to stretch her cervix to the breaking point or go through a procedure that gets an enormous scar? Then give her the damn cake.

Yet I love recognizing other's birthdays. Is it the same for everyone? We hate our own, and don't want any attention on ours but feel a compulsive need to give the other person what we know we don't have? Maybe it's an inferiority complex. I don't feel as if I've given that person enough, why should they give me an arbitrary gift? Because of tradition?

Why do we love to give. It's not the tax write-off, because this doesn't have one. I despise getting things, people spending money on me, and giving me things, when a simple "Hey, you were born today. Hope your mother didn't hurt too much". That's what it should be. Guilt day. "You stretched your mother's vagina beyond all comprehension. Don't you feel great" The cake would be a giant hole with a head sticking out. If you are female, you should have a football shoved through your vagina. (You don't want to know what happens to the males)

Are humans naturally giving? Do we naturally want to give things to people for nothing? Does society make us into Scrooges or Republicans? So if any one's birthday is today, have a cookie, unless you'd rather I'd forget about it and give it to someone else. Maybe it's that I have a lot of guilt from when I was a child and yelling at my mother to get me a sandwich on her birthday.

Did I ruin my entire birthday happiness because of a PB&J?

What would surprise you?

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