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Monday, January 13th, 2003
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8:39a - god schmod i want my monkey man
so i've come to terms with many things in the past few months, to wit: the facts that i have enormous honking feet, that i hate people and my job is totally, unequivocally and irrevocably lame. if i may add to this list, it has recently come to my attention that i may be, in point of fact, evil. not perhaps pure evil, as i imagine such a thing to be bodiless and somewhat omnipotent. i have nothing resembling un-, sub- or super-natural powers, not as such, i mean, unless that thing i can do with my tongue counts, which i'm sure it doesn't.
see, i looked it up, right? evil, i mean. several times, and to sum up (barring any definitions that included some sort of cosmic force), evil is supposed to be something like that which bears calamity, sorrow, distress, suffering, misfortune or that which is sinful, wicked, depraved, pernicious or morally reprehensible. that's fucking dumb. it's all the same, really, and it all sounds as if whatever's going wrong has been brought on the black wings of a fallen angel. whatever, dude. let's get simplistic here. i'm thinking that evil is just, you know--the causing of bad stuff. plus intent. i mean, killing a guy on accident is totally different than shanking him because he owed you money, i think we can all agree. so evil = doing bad stuff on purpose. bad stuff being that which hurts others. right? sorry for subjecting you to my thought process, but i'm sure you're used to this by now. okay. evil = hurting other people on purpose. ooh, and without remorse. so hurting others on purpose and not feeling sorry for it.
okay. so, dudes, i do that ALL THE TIME. not to everyone i know, though, just to the ones i don't like or don't really care about. and i'm not giving you examples because that would be telling--but i've been known to lie and cheat and steal and throw people in front of the bus. i think i've even thrown out a few "can't do it, sally"s in my life, but when i do hurt people that i like, i usually feel bad about it. so...at last count, still evil, right? not one hundred percent evil, but at least 60 or 70, because i don't like or don't care about 60-70 percent of the people i come in contact with. with whom i come in contact.
yeah. so me=kind of evil. but i think if i am, then so are most of you. except for heather danskin, because she really is all good.
"i saw weird stuff in that place last night--weird, strange, sick, twisted, eerie, godless, *evil* stuff! and i want in!"
current mood: evil
current music: blonde redhead
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8:39a - god schmod i want my monkey man
so i've come to terms with many things in the past few months, to wit: the facts that i have enormous honking feet, that i hate people and my job is totally, unequivocally and irrevocably lame. if i may add to this list, it has recently come to my attention that i may be, in point of fact, evil. not perhaps pure evil, as i imagine such a thing to be bodiless and somewhat omnipotent. i have nothing resembling un-, sub- or super-natural powers, not as such, i mean, unless that thing i can do with my tongue counts, which i'm sure it doesn't.
see, i looked it up, right? evil, i mean. several times, and to sum up (barring any definitions that included some sort of cosmic force), evil is supposed to be something like that which bears calamity, sorrow, distress, suffering, misfortune or that which is sinful, wicked, depraved, pernicious or morally reprehensible. that's fucking dumb. it's all the same, really, and it all sounds as if whatever's going wrong has been brought on the black wings of a fallen angel. whatever, dude. let's get simplistic here. i'm thinking that evil is just, you know--the causing of bad stuff. plus intent. i mean, killing a guy on accident is totally different than shanking him because he owed you money, i think we can all agree. so evil = doing bad stuff on purpose. bad stuff being that which hurts others. right? sorry for subjecting you to my thought process, but i'm sure you're used to this by now. okay. evil = hurting other people on purpose. ooh, and without remorse. so hurting others on purpose and not feeling sorry for it.
okay. so, dudes, i do that ALL THE TIME. not to everyone i know, though, just to the ones i don't like or don't really care about. and i'm not giving you examples because that would be telling--but i've been known to lie and cheat and steal and throw people in front of the bus. i think i've even thrown out a few "can't do it, sally"s in my life, but when i do hurt people that i like, i usually feel bad about it. so...at last count, still evil, right? not one hundred percent evil, but at least 60 or 70, because i don't like or don't care about 60-70 percent of the people i come in contact with. with whom i come in contact.
yeah. so me=kind of evil. but i think if i am, then so are most of you. except for heather danskin, because she really is all good.
"i saw weird stuff in that place last night--weird, strange, sick, twisted, eerie, godless, *evil* stuff! and i want in!"
current mood: evil
current music: blonde redhead
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