12.09.10
Omigosh
Well, one thing about life is, it never ceases to be interesting. That’s why for a long time now, I’ve thought committing suicide to be one of the worst things you could possibly do. Ironically, suicide appears to be the most selfish of all acts. Think of who you are leaving behind and who has to clean up after you and deal with your sudden disappearence. I suppose opting out of life might have its place—say, if you were terminally ill, for example. But for the vast majority of us, it simply ain’t a good option. And it’s funny (i.e., strange) that in Japan, adult suicide is a lot more common than in North America. The Japanese are supposed to be so selfless, but when it comes down to us, they’re just like the rest of us. Yes, I’ll say it again: suicide is a selfish act.
Man, why I am going on this bent? I made a promise to myself not to blog on such existential topics. Anyway, the only reason I am up now (it’s 10:56 p.m.) is that Milo fell asleep almost immediately after I tucked him in.
So much is going on in life and there is so much to talk about. The wife just woke up for her quotidian nighttime snack. She has shut the kitchen door so as to be alone with her carbs. She just loves to snarf down simple carbohydrates late at night. For women, this seems to be a form of stress relief.
Recently, I read The End of Faith by Sam someone or other. Let me Google it. Ah, yeah. Sam Harris. Great book, but perhaps a little unnecessarily despondent. I mean, life sucks, and that’s the conclusion many of us reach, one way or another. Which is why I simply avoid reading the daily news. I just don’t need to read about how husband ABC, in a fit of spite, murdered wife XYZ and infant son 123 and mother-in-law DEF, and has now been sentenced to death. I simply don’t need this information. Incidentally, I learned about the above story today while scanning the headlines in the office newspaper. This is why I tend not to read the regular news.
This is why I just like to read business news. Now business is something I have some control over. Granted, I can’t have any control over greedy CEOs who shamelessly pocket investors’ money. But when it comes to the stock market, I can at least control which company’s stock I’m buying. I say Fuck, an end to this shit about person A murdering person B. I simply don’t need to read about it.
Speaking about carb attacks, I think it’s time to watch a movie and have some instant noodles (spicy Korean). The Wild Turkey in me is goading me towards that angle, I’m sure.
Goodnight.
