Uppers and Downers

No, i’m not talking about drugs. I’m talking about emotions. All that shit that goes on in our heads which makes us do and think stupid things.

It seems that with each Upper, there’s a Downer just around the corner. Which really sucks.

(No offense, Alexander. Heh heh heh.)

I can see why people consult psychics, clairvoyants, tarot readers and all manner of other future seers. It’s not that these people are any good at what they do, and it’s not that the client is a gullible fool (though depending on how much you pay for your fortune, yes you may be a total douche), it’s that they give you something you can rationalize to be a truth, in some dysfunctional way.

We humans like things that are tangible. Solid. Stuff we can hold onto. Stuff we can believe in.

Tangent: Ooh, how’s this for a pun: Depending on how much you pay for your fortune to be told, you may not even have a fortune anymore. No? Oh well. There is no spoon either, you daft bastard.

Our interaction with others is what makes the world go round and our lives so enriched, but it’s also what makes those shrinks with their comfy couches so rich, too.

I think we’d all be better off if we could be more straightforward, say exactly what we think, do exactly what we say, and stop hoping for what may be. But then we wouldn’t be human anymore, would we?

Wow, this is all just too deep for this hour of the day, I better go do something inane and unthinking. Like work, maybe.

Or I might dust off my Magic8ball.exe and give it a whirl, but i’m sure as hell not TXTing some 1900 number for random computer generated guidance. And shove that cookie up your ass, grandma. It’s burnt.

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