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,,Honig, ist es Zeit zu essen!''
. . . . . You know, the most caring people in my life were the ones that told me to do the things that I thought were stupid and a waste of time; things like brushing my teeth, taking care of my house, and picking up wet towels.
I used to be such a dommkopf! I did not care that I will age. I thought that I had it alllllll figured out. I was clever. Oooh. Ahhh. I could do whateeeeever I wanted. I could have arguments with friends and let them go. I could neglect my career and my car. I could drink alllll the time and have sex with whomeeeeeever I wanted, whenever I wanted. I could play video games and watch movies all day and do whatever silly little whim came into my being.
Basically, I could not take care of myself in any fashion, and anyone rapping that I do otherwise was just trying to bring me down, man!
I have realized as I have gotten older that the people in my life that basically let me do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted were the ones that cared about me the LEAST. The ones that wanted me to do things like not be so angry and not be so messy were and still are the ones that actually value my life, even when I am too negligent and stubborn to value it myself.
The ones that tell you useful things and do not pretend like you are going to be a six-year-old forever are the ones that recognize that you will age. They do not want you to wake up some day when you are thirty-eight realizing that you have no assets, no career, no worth-while friends, and that you are older, fatter, dumber, and still as ignorant as a teenager or as a whiny child!
These people that have actually cared about me have done so because they do not want me to have to have someone else take care of me when I am only fifty-five-years-old. They do not want me to have a hard time breathing or walking up stairs. They do not want me to be sixty-years-old and not know my own name or where I live or what is going on in the world around me. They want me to be seventy and still jogging and loving the world!
I know that some of you deeply believe that you can just pokemon and porn yourself through your life without any negative repercussions at all. You are dead wrong. Some day, if you are lucky, you will wake up and realize that all you know how to do is play Call of Duty and ask everyone around you to do anything useful for you. The ones in your life that are okay with this do NOT care about you whatsoever. They just want someone to be as negligent and petty as they are so they do not have to ignore reality and the Truth alone. If you are lucky, some day you will wake up to this. If you are not lucky, maybe you will find yourself with tons of health problems and absolutely no knowledge about how to do anything about it, and both of those things at a relatively young age.
Maybe you will find that you danced and boozed and drugged and screwed a lot of good opportunities and years of your life away being a dommkopf. Maybe you will have bred by then and will realize that you raised your children incredibly poorly and that now they either resent you or are on the path to being just as bitter and uselessly decrepit as you have created yourself to be.
Maybe you will be bitter and blame everyone else for your problems.
Maybe you will just recede further into the fantasy-land in your mind that you already take solace in, eh?
Or maybe you are one of the people that cares now and knows that life will catch up with them. Maybe you were fortunate enough to have people in your life that did not want to give you whatever you wanted whenever you wanted it.
If you are truly fortunate, you will start or already have started securing things like career, health, home, and mind NOW while it still comes naturally to you. If you are TRULY fortunate, you can or have already built those things now and then can just MAINTAIN them throughout your life, instead of having to start from the ground up when you are seventy-seven, old, dumb, and tired because you lived hard and paid no attention to any consequences whatsoever. Maybe you will not let your mind do whatever it likes whenever it likes and will not seek pleasure and the avoidance of pain above all else, at all costs.
Maybe, if you are fortunate, you will not have to wake up some day finding that you gameboy-ed and pot-smoked your good years away into bad attitudes, anxiety, depression, and atrophy, and that now you are too old and scared to fess up about how you have lived or to try to do anything differently about it.
Be smart. Guide yourself. Look ahead. Grow wisdom. Cultivate healthy habits now, while you can.
You will benefit immensely, and our society will not have to foot the bill and make up for YOUR negligence, misdirection, apathy, and conceit.
But hey, do whatever your heart desires. We are the clever ones, we think, though nowhere in the world shall we escape from our consequences.
Do whatever you would like. Maybe when you are forty-seven, sick, confused, falsely-joyful, tired, delusional, in pain, living in a dilapidated place, and broke, your mommy can still be healthy enough to call you to the kitchen for a nice, hot, steaming, factory-processed dinner. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
Namaste! *bows humbly* Bis Später. <3
. . . . . You know, the most caring people in my life were the ones that told me to do the things that I thought were stupid and a waste of time; things like brushing my teeth, taking care of my house, and picking up wet towels.
I used to be such a dommkopf! I did not care that I will age. I thought that I had it alllllll figured out. I was clever. Oooh. Ahhh. I could do whateeeeever I wanted. I could have arguments with friends and let them go. I could neglect my career and my car. I could drink alllll the time and have sex with whomeeeeeever I wanted, whenever I wanted. I could play video games and watch movies all day and do whatever silly little whim came into my being.
Basically, I could not take care of myself in any fashion, and anyone rapping that I do otherwise was just trying to bring me down, man!
I have realized as I have gotten older that the people in my life that basically let me do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted were the ones that cared about me the LEAST. The ones that wanted me to do things like not be so angry and not be so messy were and still are the ones that actually value my life, even when I am too negligent and stubborn to value it myself.
The ones that tell you useful things and do not pretend like you are going to be a six-year-old forever are the ones that recognize that you will age. They do not want you to wake up some day when you are thirty-eight realizing that you have no assets, no career, no worth-while friends, and that you are older, fatter, dumber, and still as ignorant as a teenager or as a whiny child!
These people that have actually cared about me have done so because they do not want me to have to have someone else take care of me when I am only fifty-five-years-old. They do not want me to have a hard time breathing or walking up stairs. They do not want me to be sixty-years-old and not know my own name or where I live or what is going on in the world around me. They want me to be seventy and still jogging and loving the world!
I know that some of you deeply believe that you can just pokemon and porn yourself through your life without any negative repercussions at all. You are dead wrong. Some day, if you are lucky, you will wake up and realize that all you know how to do is play Call of Duty and ask everyone around you to do anything useful for you. The ones in your life that are okay with this do NOT care about you whatsoever. They just want someone to be as negligent and petty as they are so they do not have to ignore reality and the Truth alone. If you are lucky, some day you will wake up to this. If you are not lucky, maybe you will find yourself with tons of health problems and absolutely no knowledge about how to do anything about it, and both of those things at a relatively young age.
Maybe you will find that you danced and boozed and drugged and screwed a lot of good opportunities and years of your life away being a dommkopf. Maybe you will have bred by then and will realize that you raised your children incredibly poorly and that now they either resent you or are on the path to being just as bitter and uselessly decrepit as you have created yourself to be.
Maybe you will be bitter and blame everyone else for your problems.
Maybe you will just recede further into the fantasy-land in your mind that you already take solace in, eh?
Or maybe you are one of the people that cares now and knows that life will catch up with them. Maybe you were fortunate enough to have people in your life that did not want to give you whatever you wanted whenever you wanted it.
If you are truly fortunate, you will start or already have started securing things like career, health, home, and mind NOW while it still comes naturally to you. If you are TRULY fortunate, you can or have already built those things now and then can just MAINTAIN them throughout your life, instead of having to start from the ground up when you are seventy-seven, old, dumb, and tired because you lived hard and paid no attention to any consequences whatsoever. Maybe you will not let your mind do whatever it likes whenever it likes and will not seek pleasure and the avoidance of pain above all else, at all costs.
Maybe, if you are fortunate, you will not have to wake up some day finding that you gameboy-ed and pot-smoked your good years away into bad attitudes, anxiety, depression, and atrophy, and that now you are too old and scared to fess up about how you have lived or to try to do anything differently about it.
Be smart. Guide yourself. Look ahead. Grow wisdom. Cultivate healthy habits now, while you can.
You will benefit immensely, and our society will not have to foot the bill and make up for YOUR negligence, misdirection, apathy, and conceit.
But hey, do whatever your heart desires. We are the clever ones, we think, though nowhere in the world shall we escape from our consequences.
Do whatever you would like. Maybe when you are forty-seven, sick, confused, falsely-joyful, tired, delusional, in pain, living in a dilapidated place, and broke, your mommy can still be healthy enough to call you to the kitchen for a nice, hot, steaming, factory-processed dinner. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
Namaste! *bows humbly* Bis Später. <3
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