The Escapist

Life meet drain… drain meet life… now shakes hands and flush… this is essentially the summary of my current and past state of events. I had no idea over ten years ago that my entire purpose and dedication towards life would go towards flushing it callously down the toilet… or drain… do drains flush

Perhaps I can just use my imagination to drift away from where I currently am… perhaps I can sightsee the universe, or visit exotic locations like Alpha Myo III where the inhabitants are friendly enough to be invaded and enslaved, and I can therefore bring them the planets greatest export; The ambition of world domination.

I will then use those inhabitants to build me statues, pyramids, basilisks, and various other useless structures that will remain intact for millions of years to come… Then I will introduce religion to them and declare myself the high lord who can make miracles come to life, and no one will ask for a demonstration since I would smite them down where they stand. (Has anyone been smote in a place where they were not standing?)

Of course none of this would be possible without ademocratic dictatorship, I hold yearly elections but unfortunately no one seems to want to run against me, I guess the responsibility of torment… helping the masses lies on my shoulder alone.

No good leader is worth his multimillion-dollar suit if he does not appoint proper puppets under him. Titles like Grand Vizier, and the Less Grand Vizier, are those who take care of the daily mundane chores for me; Such as people disappearing, and using various means of force to impose peace.

I will then take all my ideologies, beliefs, and policies that I have recently enacted on my enslaved race, and force them upon other unenlightened neighboring planets. Naturally, those people would rather be under my democratic dictatorship than the plain old dictatorship they have… those are so last year.

Now it’s a democracy which means after I am gone a new and fresh new face will emerge, fortunately for me, my son and his unborn sons already possess an avid political personality, and are very interested in being forced into my seat… In addition, the people voted for him with a whopping 95% favorability. The remaining 5 percent could not be found, I am currently diligently investigating that though, so do not worry… I will get on it right after this bill of increasing bureaucratic red tape for missing person’s investigations has passed. (Demanded by the people, for the people, I assure you)

Anyway, all these are just dreams, so I wake up and get back to work…

(Source: lifelessinkuwait.com)

I think of death on a daily basis… not in a suicidal wanting to die kind of way, just a healthy curiosity about it. I wonder about what would be the best way to take your life… or which methods are the most painful and least painful… what difference does pain play in death since the end result is the same?

I think about the afterlife and whether it really exists… do we just call it the afterlife to make ourselves feel better, as if there is life after death? Or is there really something there? Or will it just be an end, roll credits, someone cries, buried, and… life goes on

I think of reincarnation and how horrid of concept it is, because I really don’t understand why anyone would want to return to this planet… then again it’s not like you have a choice, reincarnation just happens doesn’t it?

I think of the reason behind all this organized chaos we label the universe, and whether everything is just coincidence or planned divine intervention… I think why would God be interested in manipulating man, rewarding or condemning us?

I think if God is omnipotent, and knows everything I am about to do, and say, and act, and even my final destination… then why do I bother getting up in the morning?

I think if God doesn’t exist and all this is just random existence… why do I bother getting up in the morning?

I think of Ganesh and why anyone would want to worship an elephant looking God, and how do these followers feel when they go to the circus and see Ganesh turning tricks like a prostitute.

I think about my vision and everything I see, how real and tangible everything can seem sometimes, and other times they seem like a dreamy haze, like I’m trapped in the matrix (could be good pot)

I think about my soul and spirit, and if they really exist, and what is the difference between them? Or is it all just biological functions and my brain is lost in thought due to neurological disorders or synapses that wont fire right.

I think about the role of governments and stand amazed at how much a people can tolerate. War, famine, lack of education and health care, and their president driving around in a brand new gold plated Rolls

I think about emotions and why they control us, and often enslave us, and I don’t see a point to them. I’d rather feel indifferent to everything than care for a single thing.

I think about fortune and wonder what are the chances I was born into this circumstance of life, what if I was in a village in Africa? Or part of a royal family? Would I be a different person, or would I maintain the same person I am now?

I think about the future and whether I would want to know or not what events shall transpire… Will it put my mind at ease? Or will it take the thrill out of the adventure?

Then I finally fall asleep, and I don’t dream as my mind grows tired from thinking about useless