So what? Go do what you want. You're going to die. You are already dead, for many intents and purposes: powerless, unable to move freely over the earth, inhibited by lack of money, lack of time, in a deep sleep state as sound and colour passes over you. Absorbed(more) by the go-go-go, putting band-aids on the people who serve food, manicures & court papers to the people who repair pipes, cars, and marriages, and this is how the world goes round. We all need each other but never want one another, until it comes up where two people want each other very much, maybe, to their own detriment. Or sometimes two people want to kill each other. Or make a dollar off someone. Food turns into shit and love is only an escape before it turns black. You might as well already be dead, really...picture yourself as a skeleton underground, grass growing on top you, the sun has forgotten your shadow and sky doesn't remember your name. So go do it. So what?
This is how our reasoning goes when we want to get what we want. When we know it is bad. The devil comes out. The devil is rot and reasoning that spins off into nothing, breaking down scruples into colloids...pushing the stars away.(less)
Struggling for freedom through a maze of animate razor-toothed vines and little red poppies that screamed hideously and burst into flames when stepped on wasn’t exactly what Miren had in mind when she’d sighed at her desk on Friday and said she was ready for something new.
She’(more)d meant “a serendipitous encounter with a handsome stranger” new, or “a weekend away” new, or even--for the love of God--“a call back after an interview” new.
Yet here she was with a machete in her hand, a thrill in her heart, and one goal in her mind: save Princess. That winsome little kitty had metamorphosed from "Saturday night Netflix binge watch snuggle buddy" to "heroine's motivation in a fucked up fairy tale" in the space of one catnapping.
Miren wondered if anyone was going to believe that she had cut her hair so short because murderous vines had snaked around it while she rested and started to pull her backwards by her scalp. Or that her black eye came from walking into a thick tree branch that--no shit--materialized from thin air while she was rushing toward what looked like an exit. Or that fairies were real. Or that fairies were thoroughly chaotic assholes.
So what? Miren's blood hummed with purpose for the first time in years. Her face hurt. Her hands were beginning to blister from hacking with the machete. She was acutely aware of everything that moved around her. She felt like badass.
So she might get written up if she was stuck here past Monday. So she might miss a car payment because she forgot to automate them last month. So her leftovers would get moldy and her voicemails would go unanswered another day.
She had a Princess to save, and that was that. (less)
The average age of the House of Representatives in the United States is, according to Google, 57. The average age of the Senate hobbles just a bit higher at 61. To most people, this seems like a pretty useless statistic. "Yes, our nation is run by a bunch of(more) old people! What else is new?" Average Andy might say. Normal Ned would agree, and chip in a quip about how "that's how it's always been". Both would agree, "So what?"
"So What?!" Intellectual Irene would respond. "So what is that these people don't give a fuck about what the world will be like in 20 years! They'll either be dead or filthy rich enough from the bribes they're taking to live happily ever after until they're six feet under!"
See, Intellectual Irene has a great point. If I, a poor adolescent, was offered money to lie that climate change wasn't real I would tell the bribester to go to hell. If big oil offered me a big buck to vote for legalizing that big oil rig outside Alaska I would politely tell them to shove that oil rig up their
Well you get the point. The people that are taking bribes in government are selling away our future planet, the planet that our kids will inherit, and our grandkids. They're fucking it up for everyone and we should be furious. The big so what is that they don't have to live on whatever scorched Earth they pass down to us. When they die and get put in their diamond-studded casket that was paid for with oil money, their inheritance to us will be one big, lousy, disgusting planet. Instead of selling someone else's future, we should invest in it. (less)