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.