Whoever first said, "Life is screwy," was a genius. Honest-to-God brilliant. Not that it really takes a lot of brains to state something so obvious, but he (or she) was possibly the most outspoken and least insightful person of his (or her) time. Whoever they were.
And I wonder why they said this?
Was it their life that was screwy, or did they just pick up the newspaper one day and look at the front page and proclaim, "You know what, guys? People everywhere are dying for innexplicable reasons, we've burned a hole in the ozone layer that is slowly frying the planet, Nuclear waste is piling up without any safe way to get rid of it, and we're poluting our rescources! Life is so screwy!"
Or was it possibly just one of those not-so-insightful things that hits you in the night, when you're in bed listening to the wind going through the trees, and you suddenly sit up as if possessed, and whisper, "life is screwy," over and over and over. It becomes your mantra, and all hope of sleep is lost until 8:45 the next morning, when you find out that you have an unscheduled test on something useless, like the major imports and exports of Hawaii (Tourists).
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