Bob.

Many people wonder what it is. What what is? -----------------------

That. Something. What pushes a man over the edge? Causes him to collapse under the pressure of society. Are they the mad ones? Or are we? Who decides what is sane? Who decides right from wrong? Picture this. A man named Bob. Bob is an average forty something family guy. He has two children, John and Kate, with his wife Maria. Bob works at an accounting firm, he is the CFO. He goes to work everyday just like the last and the one after (or was it before?). All the same. So one day, Bob comes home, goes into his room and blows his fucking brains out. See all of us are Bob. All of us are on the verge of falling apart in this facade of a society we live in. No. You. Yes, you. Me? Who? All of us? No one. Infinity. None of it matters. We are here now. DO YOU WANT TO DIE LIKE BOB? Of course not, well, maybe not. The point is, there is no point. Visualize the point and observe it while it collapses upon itself as you come to realize there was never a point to begin with. All that was there, was possibility. The possibility of everything and nothing. The possibility of a tangent universe intertwined with our own. The possibility of a single string connecting everything. The possibility of no possibility. No possibility? How can that be? BECAUSE it is incorrect grammar to begin a sentence with because. The thing is, the significance (or lack thereof) of yourself, as an individual being is astounding. Really, you do not matter. Then again, nothing does, but if it did, would you? Could you not have done it? What are we waiting for? WHY is it that we think things must get better? What once was is no longer, so do not look towards the future with nostalgia, there is nothing there for you. THAT IS, unless you create it. We are on a sphere. Well, not exactly. The Earth’s rotation causes it to bulge a bit around the equator. This somewhat spherically shaped object is about 2,195,019,000,000,000,000,000 bigger than you. This earth is revolving around a ball of flaming gas 1,300,000 times bigger than itself. This is happening in a galaxy that is 9,460,730,472,580,800,000 km wide in a universe unfathomably larger that fucktuples in size every second. As I said previously, we are terribly insignificant and our lives meaningless. Yet fear not, because meaninglessness is beautiful, pointlessness sows the seeds of euphoria upon which we can forge a blissful existence, the only one we have. Remember Bob? Bob grew weary on his travels along the yellow brick road, and that’s fine for Bob. Who its not fine for, is us. It may be true that good and bad are social constructs created to control the masses, however, it is undeniable that positivity inspires itself. It is a spark, which could ignite a forest fire that would kill thousands of animals and no doubt leave more than a few people homeless. Better metaphors have been used, but the message is understood (hopefully) that positivity creates positivity creates positivity. And though we don’t matter in the scheme of things, we might as well use our meaningless existences the best we can, right? So, GET UP OFF YOUR MOTHERFUCKING ASS AND GO DO SOMETHING THAT WILL BENEFIT SOCIETY YOU SELFISH SMALL MINDED PIECE OF SHIT WHO LIES IN THE BOWELS OF THE HUMAN CONDITION make a change.

By : Joshua Meeks