Why I smoke weed and take drugs in 300 words or less
Once a person reaches a certain point in his or her life, this person no longer goes to some form of schooling 5ish days a week and instead goes to work. Typically, the person will get bored with just working and soon seek a relationship. After various dramatic heartbreaks, one relationship will stick. However, after a couple years even the relationship will grow dull, so the couple will decide to get married. At this point, the person is getting older, watches a lot of tv, spends too much time on useless hobbies, and has achieved a job that is boring but tolerable. The couple will decide to adopt or have a child. The person will enjoy being busy with the child and focusing on the child’s life instead of his or her own life. Once the child moves out of the home, the person will experience boredom again and feel angry that he or she will have to find something new to occupy his or her mind and time.
Therefore, I conclude most people end up marrying and having kids out of boredom and the need to avoid free time. Free time leads to thinking and too much of that, thinking, leads to insanity. Human beings will forever battle boredom because we love habits and routines, yet these things are exactly what lead to boredom. So you should be thinking what a depressing life cycle of shit we humans endure. I agree.
However, I will assert that there are much better ways to occupy ones time than through leeching onto the life of one’s offspring and that my friends is drugs. Try smoking a bowl, guarantee there will not be much boredom nor thinking. As well, it can make any normally boring activity suddenly interesting. Win, Win, Win, Win
I don’t use this blog anymore but I am posting this photo because I believe in art, women expressing themselves and standing up for themselves in a movement called feminism and that the members of Pussy Riot who are currently on hunger strike in prison need to be released! http://freepussyriot.org/
I am a surgeon.
Making decisions that create vital incisions.
Ice cream scoops deep.
I morph potential
no cut escapes a scar.
fate of a creator
A tomato connected to the vine
I doubt every decision
but I am a surgeon
forced to make incisions.
This Place is a Prison- The Postal Service
mmmmhm.
