Fuck

( A question to me )

Sometimes I fear that I "thrive on misery," and that this is why I don't know how to deal with compliments. Or happiness. Or other people being sad (am I feeling threatened that they are taking away my lifesblood?).

I swear I used to be able to handle my own in a conversation. Now I am silent. What good am I?

The answer to that question is answered best with another question. What good ins any human on a global scale? We are walking entropy factories, but then again, so is everything else. So in comparison to the rest of everything, we matter not. Just as you shouldn't/can't measure a currency's absolute value, just its value in comparison to other currencies, as we compare humans to the rest of the universe, we find that we are nothing special, and in some localized cases, worse.

That's all I got. I'm considering just going to watch Barelaked Nadies in the living room. Or I could clean it. Or both.

PETER

Contrary to popular opinion....

... I have too short of an attention span to be good at anything.

Also, I can now see the negative side of zsparke's talent. Especially when three out of the four people you are spending time with don't want you there.

But Olive Garden does have good food. Went there with doomkitty, Daven (who's LJ name currently escapes me and I don't feel like looking it up), Jon (ditto), and, xmetalfreakx. Had some lobster spagetti. Yum.

PETER