Another night of no sleep, so you people get to suffer along with me. More sleep deprived drivel. Now then, lets get on with it. No sense in putting things off. (Double entendre? You decide.) Single file, all bunched together, screw “social distancing.” There’s pain to be suffered!!! Pain is good, it builds character! Shall we?
The rules were set in the beginning. I’m only along for the painful ride. My control is limited, I make my plans and run my errands, knowing that life is in charge, not me, no matter how much I think otherwise. Life is a fickle mistress, one day loving and generous, the next savage and cruel. Do I get to choose? Maybe. No. Perhaps? Absolutely. No, I dont. All of the above.
No matter my choices, the rules are in place. We don’t receive a copy of the rules, they aren’t explained. They’re applied. To all of us. Since creation created, they are the final authority.
Nature is Cartman, and I must respect it’s authorit-awwwww. Nature birthed Kenny, and it kills Kenny, like the bastard it is. The rules grant light and warmth, the rules encase you in ice…there are no exceptions – we can only bow our heads in resentful submission as the rules freeze us in ice. I long for, yearn for, dream and fantasize of the day I will boldly declare “Screw you guys, I’m going HOME!”
God, I loved South Park!!
If you’ve made it this far, here’s a few more pics of this week’s ice storm.
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you are elsa.
I don’t understand…
elsa. the snow queen.
Chuckle. Had to Google that…brrrrrr.
This post is both hilarious and deeply terrifying.
I used to think I had free will, but that was the arrogance of youth. You’re right, whether it’s nature, or the way our brains have programmed themselves, or Cartman, we are stuck in a tangle of rules that we can’t get around. The idea of free will sounds great on paper, but if we truly had free will we’d be able to prove it by stripping naked and dancing a jig in front of the boss. Can’t do it? Because there are invisible rules binding every last one of us. At least Kenny was a lucky bastard because he got to die.
I laughed out loud at the table dance for the boss part! So yeah, that’s the lesson life’s been hammering home for me lately – “do what you want, and I’ll be there to make a mess of it for you, or not – just know you only control so much.” Not a good deal for a control freak like me.
Have you ever seen a tv series called After Life with Ricky Gervais? It may have been here that someone suggested it. I definitely think you’d get a kick out of it because it’s depressing as hell but with a comedy twist. Ricky plays the role of a guy who’s suicidally depressed and it makes him realize he can do anything he wants because life literally can’t get any worse. I’m sure he’d be the kind of guy to do that table dance. Hmm, maybe the point is that the only way you can break the rules is when you’re suicidal? I guess “living” is the ultimate rule to be broken.
Similar to Groundhog Day, too, in that no matter what the protagonist did, he still woke up each morning to the same day, to repeat endlessly. No, I haven’t heard of it, and it sounds good. I wish I could fully adopt Gervais’s characters frame of mind.
Sometimes i envy Kenny so much, he even got to be a japanese princess, but even he is bound to life’s rules (aren’t we all). Those pictures are beautiful btw.
Kenny had it rough some days…he should’ve stayed dead. But noooo, he just keeps resurrecting. Thanks, Mf.