Feelings, feelings, feelings. So many feelings.
God, feelings.
So (much) many fucking (fucking) (,) feelings.
Upon a day-drunk star, a fictional character said to another fictional character, “all we do is drink, fuck, and watch old movies in your apartment.” To which the once great, now legendary, Fox Moulder responded, “sounds awesome.”
Ahh to be so wise amidst accusational hypocrisy.
Oh to be Jillian Michaels.
But I digress (dot) (dot) (dot) (period) (.)
I just feel so.... Inspired.
But then again, inspiration comes from expectation, and as we all know, expectation comes from pretense, and sadly pretense comes from naiveté, and naiveté’, well, that just comes from... (Fucking) feelings.
Those of you who are among us that are deemed naive are labeled (undeservedly) childish. Short-sighted. Sheltered. Unrealistic.
That being said, I think it might be time to try out this used car. Sniff around for a second, see how it smells. Give it the ol’ dog park greeting test.
Lets be the sommeliers of the emotional spectrum for the moment.
Those ‘people’, the deaf, the blind, the dumb, the Hellen Kellers of maturity impotence, they are nothing but kind, optimistic, daft individuals. To which, at this slightly (ha!) drunken and Showtime syndicated (‘boo’ said the loser with loyalty to only one-pay-per-view-channel-that-must-not-be-named) moment, seems down right admirable.
If you were to adopt this beautiful and simple way of life, might you be scorned? Absolutely. Might you get burned? One hundred fucking percent. Would someone inevitably take advantage of your new found peace in some way, shape, or form? Yes, si’, and oui.
But are the above listed atrocities a newfangled phenomenon in the world of naiveté‘?
Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.
Because they (the naive) don’t!
They keep on fuckin’ keepin‘ on.
It is admirable really. To feel feelings. To be hurt. To be human. And then, as if it never happened, to wake up the next day to do it all over again with the same enthusiasm that Chris Hardwick and Michael Strahan save for shitty and contrived post-show-shows.
I am not sure how we got here exactly, but now, that doesn’t matter, does it?
(Fucking)
Simple.
LOL.
