Bitter Insignificance- updated

There was a sad lone love bug stuck in my classroom friday. I tried to catch him to send him back on his way outside. But, no such luck.

What a tragic life for this poor little animal.

A love bug only lives for up to four days and they spend almost the entire time mating.

I couldn’t help, but wonder if this bug had gotten to mate at all, or would he die alone in my little room?

Did he know his life was so tragic, or was he simply flying along not knowing what was coming?

It leads me to wonder if someone is watching all of us with the same tragic thoughts.

Watching us as we tragically attempt to control every last piece of our lives. Desperately wanting to make a change. Tragically changing nothing, only destined to repeat the mistakes of the past.

How silly we all must seem.

 

updated 8/27

I have to add this to my love bug story. Even if it only slightly fits.

-Today I had to sit in a swarm of love bugs at work. They were all flying around me mating. And two things occurred to me. One, how cool would it be to mate and fly at the same time. And two, I was standing in the middle of a giant orgy. Check that one of my bucket list!

 

The meaning of life

Tonight I sit here pondering the meaning of life. Don’t worry I will have the answer soon and your life will soon have meaning. You can stop crying now. That is unless it is tears of joy.

 

I want to simplify my life. Walk away from negative people. Walk away from people who value their needs and refuse to acknowledge mine. Cleanse the chemicals out of my home, and my food. Find wide open spaces  and let my soul be free.

What  has life become? Can you even see the stars when you look out your window?

Many homes have a TV turned on at any given moment. Playing shows where people sit around and do stupid shit. News stations that polarize the country into yours and ours, as if we are all so different there is nothing left to do but hate each other. Forgetting the news entirely.

Rows of magazines line the shelfs of the checkout. Telling you what tragic outfit someone you should know wore. As if that somehow matters.

Life are you out there? Hello?