Ab Aeterno, Ad Absurdum!
How do you solve being alive?
How do you solve being alive?
What is it that you do to get from day-to-day? Do you guzzle vodka hidden in Mountain Dew bottles at work? Do you go to a bar, pretend to be a successful financial analyst, and game young girls who have strained relationships with their fathers? Do you sit on your couch watching The Real Housewives of Wherever? Do you fap to internet pornography while unable to talk to a real woman? Do you spend your nights playing video games while motivational YouTube videos play in the background? Do you browse Reddit after a break-up and find what those in polite society call "a notoriously misogynistic online community"? Do you march in the streets with shitty, unwitty signs that do absolutely nothing to change the world? Do you go out every weekend, drink too much alcohol, flirt with decently attractive men who have a few good lines, and have sex with them in the hopes of being an empowered, modern woman? Do you buy the McMansion, the white picket fence, and the golden retriever in the hopes of creating the childhood you never had only to realize that it is far more complicated than you could ever have imagined? Do you drink lite beer and watch football on Sunday? Do you wish you could have fought in World War II? Do you study feminist queer intersectional dance therapy and wonder just why in the world you're unemployed? Do you go to Mass with rosary beads and pray the Our Father in the hopes that Jesus Christ has mercy on your soul—has mercy on all our souls? What do you do?