A Life Very Ordinary

Well, what is life?, yes many repented whores, and turned to christianity drug-addicts and chronic masturbators will tell you that life is a gift from God, and everything that happens in it (from waking up, to taking a shit or finding a lucky dollar in the soles of your shoe) is a miracle. What do these people know? when they're pissed at you, instead of saying fuck you they always resort to the very hypocritical "God bless you" (which we all know is a very decent, yet rather bland fuck you).

I will tell you what life is. It doesn't matter if you think you and me live different lives, we're all trapped by the same jailer, it's called routine...you may think you have more exciting stuff going on, but...well...its only exciting because its new...then it turns into routine, then its the same shit over and over. Like ordering the #2 at McDonald's. So life? routine. Sex with your girlfriend or boyfriend? at the beginning is everyday and its an earth shattering experience that includes role-playing (with deep, intricate plots), toys and costumes, then its only reserved for wednesdays at night, and instead of the crazy marathon of poses and contorsion it becomes an exciting 15 minute romp on the missionary position and her telling you "well, are you gonna come or what? i dont have all night" so...routine, and i can go on and on talking about this...oh, and do me a favor...dont mention the gym as a routine breaker, as a escape from the mundane. Sure, you're hot with your new pecs, biceps, triceps and six-pack (if you're a guy) if you're a girl you're hot anyways, but a taut abdomen, perky boobs and thick legs never go amiss...but that is not the point...if you're in a gym you're even more trapped by routine...hell you have routines in the gym, its mondays today's yoga/pilates, cardio and biceps and chest-day.

So is it hopeless? are we doomed to a life of routine?...well...yes but what are ya gonna do? its late already in the history of planet earth to try and re-invent the wheel and find a way out of stress, job and routine, so what can you do? well, its the little things...its kinda like a legal loophole on the face of routine, for example: i work from mondays to fridays at my college, its always clock in and start working and saying "yes ma'am, thank you ma'am" or "yes, sir, i'm sorry sir, thank you sir". So what you do to get out of the mundane is...when something new occurs...like say...conflict...blow it out of proportion and make it a rosetta stone discovery event, include tears, a little of yelling and door-slamming and a couple of well placed retorts (be a man grab your balls every once in a while, just to feel you power, the alpha male plus power!!!!) and give that slimy provocateur, that little burlesque king (or queen), that little conflict tease, that attention whore more attention he/she bargained for, and et voila! you have been freed (if only for a couple of hours) from routine, and you also free other people if there happen to be espectators, because they will talk and spread this story around.

Another thing you can do (and this is a closing line) is do something completely stupid and take it from there, for example let's say you're walking down a street, depressed as hell because theres nothing new, and you happen to see a pile of shit on the road (probably left by some dog), instead of evading it, step on it! and make the priority of the day to successfully remove the dog shit from your shoe, and then to try and ignore the stench.