“We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it's our job to invent something better.”
Stressed. Fuck.
No matter what happens, if I get in trouble, it doesn’t matter. Honestly, it doesn’t matter.
I’m not going to get in trouble anyways. I just have to make it through and hour or two. Just an hour or two.
I can’t be stressed about today either. There’s nothing I can do about any of this. It’s just the way it is.
I just have to see how everything goes I guess.
But I’m so nervous.
"In the beginning, God created the earth, and he looked upon it in His cosmic loneliness.
And God said, “Let Us make living creatures out of mud, so the mud can see what We have done.” And God created every living creature that now moveth, and one was man. Mud as man alone could speak. God leaned close as mud as man sat up, looked around, and spoke. Man blinked. “What is the purpose of all this?” he asked politely.
“Everything must have a purpose?” asked God.
“Certainly,” said man.
“Then I leave it to you to think of one for all this,” said God.
And He went away."
— Cat’s Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr., An Existential Life:
And God said, “Let Us make living creatures out of mud, so the mud can see what We have done.” And God created every living creature that now moveth, and one was man. Mud as man alone could speak. God leaned close as mud as man sat up, looked around, and spoke. Man blinked. “What is the purpose of all this?” he asked politely.
“Everything must have a purpose?” asked God.
“Certainly,” said man.
“Then I leave it to you to think of one for all this,” said God.
And He went away."
I can get a 20 on my anatomy final and still get a 75 for the year. So basically I don’t care at all about the next three hours of my life.
