Facebook keeps trying to hurt my feelings.
I have no jokes or life experiences to share.
Here’s a picture of my cat trying very hard to understand electricity.
I’m finding tumblr really difficult so far.
I hugged somebody today and it was the first time I’d done it in…God, months I think.
Anyway, right after I hugged my coworker she immediately broke into tears and started crying about her relationship problems and mother troubles and work stress and like a thousand other things I couldn’t keep up with.
I know she probably hit some sort of breaking point that I happened to accidentally trigger when I gave her that hug but…you guys…
…what if this is my super power.
Sometimes it really bothers me how people write so freely about their personal relationships in blogs or stupid Facebook posts. I’ll read the fuck out of it, and I’m not proud of it, but still.
What you do behind closed doors should stay the fuck behind closed doors.
What would happen if the moon didn’t exist? I don’t mean what would have happened if it never existed, I mean what if, right now, this second, the moon just vanished and was no longer there. What would happen to us, to the planet? Something about it affecting the tides and orbit, unstable seasons or something, yeah, I know. This sort of thing has been speculated before. But I’m not asking what happens to the world in the long run. Fuck the long run.
What I’m asking is- what would the world become the very moment after the moon no longer exist? What happens that very second? I’m guessing nothing. I bet it’d be hardly noticed. Then three days later someone would think “Say, been a long fuckin’ time since we’ve seen the moon…” Then bam, everyone at NASA would spit coffee out of their mouths when they notice, and panic, and all the astronomers of the world would start scrambling for answers and excuses to answer everyone’s beady little accusing eyes batting What-The-Shit-Man-You-Had-One-Job-Just-Look-At-The-Sky-And-You-Fucked-That-Up.
And then there’d be a billion more speculations on the whole What Happens When The Moon’s Gone scenario, still arguing over it as if it was still a hypothetical. Eventually people stop caring about the how and why though. Eventually all people want to know is the Who to point the finger at and shame. Republicans would blame Democrats, religions would go wild claiming the whole thing is a sign of the Apocalypse, or the second coming MechaJesus, Terrorist would probably blame Western ideals, idealist would blame a lack of unified care for the environment, environmentalist would blame pollution by big business, big business would blame the gay or socialist agenda, and the gay or socialist agenda would keep right on not existing, just like the moon.
While all this is going on and everyone is busy pointing fingers, the world keeps on going exactly the same way it always did. And yeah, I’m sure eventually everything turns to shit. Eventually. But it takes a while for it to come to that, doesn’t it? Then before you know it weather men stop existing because who the fuck can predict a moonless planets weather, and surfing becomes some long lost and forgotten sport like Roman Coliseum games, or chivalry.
That’s life, I guess, and life takes time to happen, even when it’s something as big as the moon disappearing. Change is a slow moving beastly fuckin’ thing, and it happens in so many increments during every single day, every single moment, that you can hardly even notice every single second passing you by is adding up and building towards something incredible, awesome, and horrifying - straight into tomorrow.