It’s Fried-day Night, Mr. Self Destruct
I was in the toilet watching all the busy ants crawling all over the bathroom floor while listening to the mixed echoes of the usual ‘friday night atmosphere’ in the neighborhood where some tex mex blasts from the ’bailes’ (dance hall reunions) wherein people drink and sweat out a week of low-end jobs. Then Black Sabbath’s Paranoid mixes in coming from what I assume is a college party wherein the same actions are taking place: drinking, smoking, weeding out a dreadful school week.
Then I saw how this has become ‘the fun’ every single week wherein the usual hang over recedes the next day, soon enough to continue the following night following the same charade of reality evasion.
See, I cannot stand people being depressed but I cannot stand people desiring to be happy and fulfilled all the time either, because I see and realize that such seeking-depressing game is what’s sickening our reality to the verge of self destruction. We can be a lot more humane when being fully Here as our physical body, 5 senses, breathing, walking, LIVING wherein no positive or negative is sought, wherein no booze, sex and drugs are religiously bought to ‘make-up for’ an accepted and allowed self-deprecation of neglecting Life as who we really are. All that money, all that energy wasted - unacceptable and unnecessary.
We can be so much ‘more’ without seeking to be so through all of the above. It’s time to learn about what Living actually Is