WTF-DAY + 2

So yesterday I did it. I finally fucking did it.

It was as if I was laying on the floor and some forced pulled my legs, each one through a different door leading to a different room.

The wall at my crotch.

Now, I found out I could pull myself up and leverage the strength in my arms against the pulling forces, but I would probably only have enough strength to swing myself from between both rooms into one.

But which would it be?

The strain between my thighs was so strong I felt I would soon be torn into two, or one smaller and another bigger piece, kind of like a wishbone, the bigger piece gets the wish...

What if I just allowed myself to be torn in two, and wish to be put back together and survive the whole ordeal. I mean, if a turkey can grant you a wish, couldn't me wishing during my own dismemberment allow me to travel through time or resurrect myself?

Hell, if that doesn't work then what good is any supersti- I mean, tradition that we have? I mean, have you ever verified with anyone that their wishbone wish came true?

Huh?

Not me, no siree, never even seen a serious news article or segment on 20/20 about it.

So I decided to pull myself into the room on the left and I entered the WTF ZONE.

*insert copyright protected musical theme song in readers' heads in a clever manner here*

I have no job waiting for me, I have no real plan. I have no savings. I have no other job experience other than being a host at a restaurant, a phone master, and pouring sodas as quickly as possible into as many cups as I possibly could in the correct order according to the order of the orders coming in through the "Order" counter windows.

My big picture is that I'm going to do everything I've ever wanted to do. I'm not attaching any $$$ figure. The success is not in the final tally, but in the sport itself. It is only a competition against myself. As long as I am challenging myself with my endeavors I am succeeding. Not the destination, but the journey.

Being there, exactly where I want to be.. in the mix, in the moment, in the warmth.


Reality check:

Unemployment is high
Money goes fast
You have no plan


...


Wrong.

I do have a plan.

My plan is to survive long enough to enjoy all those things that no matter if you believe in the afterlife, you can only do here in this lifetime.

I mean, I don't know if heaven's gonna allow you to smoke pot and trek in dangerous jungles and swim beside whales in dark lakes.

So I ain't gonna risk it. Heaven may not have it, so I better take advantage while I can now.

Also, Eternity's kinda boring if you can't die. No matter what you want to do, with eternity you can do all of it and get really good at it and then finally be so good at everything there is nothing to get better at and then you're just still for all eternity, as if you were dead, forever.

It's more exciting when you think you have EVERYTHING to lose.

And that's how I feel.