I wonder how the ancients decided upon such doubtful and highly charged questions?
I suppose they had more pressing issues, like trying not to starve to death.
In the end it boils down to our modern societal structure and first world problems, such as an abundance of choice. Endless choices and options.
In almost everything, we are faced with a multitude of options: what to eat, what to wear, how to construct my multi-faceted, highly-customised Subway sub.
We are a generation of choice, with a world of options, so many places to visit, so many career paths to choose from, so many potential mates, so many events and so little time.
So is really deciding on what to eat a question as old as time? Or are we simply tarrying and trying to delay our inevitable demise as our clock ticks ever onward, counting down toward our doom?
So next time you’re faced with the exquisitely difficult question of what to eat, remember that in the end we are but microscopic tadpoles floating in a cesspool of swirling decay and the illusion of choice.
Yes, you don’t really have a choice. The decision was already made an eon ago. The cake is a lie. It was all a test. Just go with the flow and shovel it down your gullet and be happy like a good little peon.
Even if you’re not a dad or you can’t think of someone you would call by that title, let’s celebrate the father figures in our community and in our world!
Father’s Day is a celebration of the effort and sacrifices made by our parents (I’m sure mum’s aren’t exempt from celebrating this fun day) to make us who we are today.
Perhaps you don’t know your biological father or have become estranged from the person you once called “dad”, and that’s alright. If you feel like making amends, then now is a good time to drop a line.
If not, I’m sure there are plenty of dads out there whose days you could brighten up with a quick wish. Have a lovely day!
Have you ever had to wake up super early in the morning, before the crack of dawn for an outdoor activity? And it’s pouring down outside?
Or just waking up to be greeted by rain, and having the luxury of being able to go back to sleep?
Isn’t it simply the best feeling in the world?
Early morning showers are the best!
I’m sure those dirty, dirty pluviophiles will dig this.
So this morning I was intending to wake up nice and early to go for a cool bike ride, but I woke before my alarm to the familiar tapping on my window. The repeated tapping of big, fat raindrops committing suicide upon my window.
The mythology of unicorns has been in popular culture for as long as we can remember, but how did it all begin? And why are unicorns always candy-infused, rainbow-spewing, magically cutesy beings?
What would unicorns be like if they were real world animals? What if unicorns were real?
So don’t be shy about loving unicorns, even if you’re a guy! The pink rainbow versions are just the kid-friendly renditions, because the real shit is clearly too much for society to handle.
It feels like as part of the feminist movement, they had to make every single animal on this putrid globe extra cutesy and give them floofy names like danger noodle and trash panda and domesticate them into soggy, docile furballs.
Well, you’ve done it to the poor unicorn for long enough!
I once read a quote about how helping one person may not change the world, but it would change the world for that one person.
And I thought: if I could change one person – just one person’s world for the better, then isn’t that something worth doing?
I realise these silly digital squiggles may never have much of an impact on this world, regardless of how popular they become. But if they can impact one person’s world, to even brighten their day just a little bit, then I’ve done something right, done something worthwhile.
And that is what keeps me going.
I’m not trying to change the world, just change someone’s world for the better.