Today: Feeling angst, aggression, anxiety for no apparent reason. Maybe it's just Scorpiosity (I'm also in the mood for making up words):
"As the sign associated with sex, death and the Underworld, Scorpio is here to delve beneath the surface of life, discover what is hidden and bring to light what the other signs are too afraid to acknowledge. The ultimate purpose of all that intensity is healing and transformation at the deepest level."
This is what I watch when I feel the need to be inspired...
And/or I am extremely irritated with the world at large...
The following are collective words of wisdom from the greatest modern existentialist of all time (or at least my personal favorite), Chuck Palahniuk/Tyler Durden.
"WARNING: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned. This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time. Man, I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war. Our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. We are consumers. We're the bi-products of a lifestyle obsession. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. Fuck off with your sofa units and lime green stripe patterns. Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions.I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let's evolve, let the chips fall where they may. First you have to give up. First you have to know; not fear, know, that someday you're gonna die. No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide. Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing. It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything. Only after disaster can we be resurrected."
"My eyes are open."
"Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken."
"You wanna make an omelette, you gotta break some eggs."
"The liberator who destroyed my property has realigned my perception."
"Take some responsibility!"
**(Breathe in...Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!!!!! Whew, much better.)**