Mile one: Curiosity. Joviality. Even Acceptance. At this stage of being involved in absurd event, you may be studying it closely. You may be searching for little bits of sense and reason in it's existence. You may even FIND it. But you're still trying to put the big picture together and find purpose in it. Good luck. I mean that sarcastically.
Mile 2: Outrage. By now you realize that this is absurd. You're probably repeating to yourself "bulllll... shit!", "are you fucking kidding me?", or "I can't take this anymore" in your inner monologue. You respond to the flare up of absurdity with mean-spirited jokes. Everyone laughs, except you. When you start to say something in uprising against the absurd, you can feel that your vocal chords and mouth just don't want to do it anymore. You may turn around, and go back to where you came from.
Mile 3: Exhaustion. Now you've had it. Your very existence is painful. Things are not going according to plan. You feel like you're the victim of abuse, whether you are or not. No matter how much brainwashing you endure, you never feel clean. You would quit, or escape, but you can't muster the energy. You make a very strong conviction to suffering instead
Mile 3B: You are filled with such seething anger that you leave the room/turn off the TV/skip town. Maybe you can make it back to reason and sense... but you might just end it all instead.
Mile 4: Beating absurdity at it's own game. Ok, fuck it. Absurdity is going to yell and scream at you until you yell and scream back. Let it know you're not afraid of it anymore, and you're bigger than it. You're not; not even close, but at least you can go out swinging. Make mean-spirited jokes, and insist on their veracity with force. Don't admit for a solitary moment that you can be beaten or the stress can get to you. After all, everything; really, everything, is absurd.
Mile 2: Outrage. By now you realize that this is absurd. You're probably repeating to yourself "bulllll... shit!", "are you fucking kidding me?", or "I can't take this anymore" in your inner monologue. You respond to the flare up of absurdity with mean-spirited jokes. Everyone laughs, except you. When you start to say something in uprising against the absurd, you can feel that your vocal chords and mouth just don't want to do it anymore. You may turn around, and go back to where you came from.
Mile 3: Exhaustion. Now you've had it. Your very existence is painful. Things are not going according to plan. You feel like you're the victim of abuse, whether you are or not. No matter how much brainwashing you endure, you never feel clean. You would quit, or escape, but you can't muster the energy. You make a very strong conviction to suffering instead
Mile 3B: You are filled with such seething anger that you leave the room/turn off the TV/skip town. Maybe you can make it back to reason and sense... but you might just end it all instead.
Mile 4: Beating absurdity at it's own game. Ok, fuck it. Absurdity is going to yell and scream at you until you yell and scream back. Let it know you're not afraid of it anymore, and you're bigger than it. You're not; not even close, but at least you can go out swinging. Make mean-spirited jokes, and insist on their veracity with force. Don't admit for a solitary moment that you can be beaten or the stress can get to you. After all, everything; really, everything, is absurd.
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