Something Else

Why?

Written By A Real Person

Something Else

Why?

Photo by the Author

Random Chance?

Doesn’t feel random, or by chance. There is a saying:

Anyone who believes they can produce random numbers; is in fact living in a state of sin. — unknown

However, there is the ability to produce pseudo-random numbers. Knowing the difference, makes a big difference. Why you wasting your time, trying to figure out if the game is rigged?

Of course the game is rigged. You can’t win if you don’t play.

Of course a wise person would know, the only way to beat a no win situation; is not to play. Seems like people are putting forth a lot of effort, on things that have very little value. Wonder what kinds of results they will have in the long run with doing that?

This game, feels totally rigged. And, I wonder how much effort to really put into it; and where my time, is best spent? What works and what doesn’t? Differences here are crucial.

Seems they don’t reward my current behavior. Have to wonder, what exactly kind of behavior, that they will reward for? Do they want more than warm sacks of poo? Maybe they want warm sacks of poo that laugh at all their jokes? That’s a joke. Be careful, it doesn’t come out the wrong end.

I’m bored. The way things are, this life, feels like a living death most the time. I have few methods of dealing with it; which will not be published here. However, everyday feels more and more oppressive. To what end?

No one to talk with about this stuff. And, most people, don’t listen very well. Kind of tired of the treatment. What exactly are they trying to cure? Seems to me, they don’t actually give a shit about my mental health. So what exactly is their goal in doing this? What results do they want to reach?

Will it ever end, and get on with real living? Want good results. Only the best. It would help a lot to know what was really the end result they want? If their only goal is to get rid of me, why the long drawn out sick joke, of making me feel loved, then hated? If they only planned on getting rid of me, they should have done that, twenty years ago. Way before we reached this point in the game.

Giving them time

I’m going to give them some time, to come to their senses. Doesn’t feel like it will do much good. They don’t read what is written, or understand it. Not sure if there is a problem with the communication, or the way the data is being input? Seems to be some loose cable somewhere. Maybe, it is a short between their ears? Some fuse, about to blow.

Maybe we can hot wire it up, and replace the fuse with something better? Maybe their input / output will get rewired, and it will start to make sense to them? Lord only knows. . .

What I want to do

Want to restore the defaults, and make a new way. There are some problems with this system, that are not to my liking. And really things must change. People seem really dense. Like a rock dense. Maybe they lack some common sense? Lord only knows. . .

I’m bored. Seems to be a lack. Someone should have been around, to pick up the slack. That rope will break, and the boat will drift out to sea. Those ropes were meant to be kept taut. Too much slack in the rope, and the tide will change, and the boat will drift quickly to sea. And, no one seems to have been keeping track. Lord only knows. . .


Odds

In the event, the odds where one in ten, there would have been thousands of results. Doesn’t seem the odds are one in a thousand. Have to wonder, exactly how the game is rigged? I’ve heard it said, there is one man out of ten thousand. That isn’t very good odds. Seems to me, that results should have come along by now. Maybe it isn’t a matter of the odds anymore. They all seem, to be pretty odd to me. What is true? Want peace with them. Maybe they find me, strange? Feels like they don’t know, how to make heads or tails of me.

Life, is best left a mystery. Sometimes when you know too much, and feel too much; those are heavy burdens to carry alone. Watch for a shift, in your cosmic load. The stars are all written in stone. Someone should look up the chart, and plot a course.