Did we ever tell you
about the imaginary us? It's much like an imaginary friend, but it's
really ourselves, handling life's ins and outs with grace and
composure. As we've aged we've kind of lost track of the real us,
we've just let the imaginary us lead us forth subduing the human
angst. Unflappable as Cortana, we navigate life as a treasure trove
of endless fascination, sanguinely.
Belief is all it takes.
As we navigate the realm of social opportunism when we're asked
where we live we can unblinkingly say “Under the bridge.” It
becomes quite fascinating that some people still live in houses and
have to mow their lawns and pay for water. We can listen endlessly
to their stories of irate neighbours and having to get up each
morning to trudge off to work. Why anyone would live such a
lugubrious life is beyond comprehension, only a demented soul could
facilitate such woes of importunity.
The food in dumpsters
is free, people. What are you thinking? Do the birds worry? Only
idiots would want to navigate their lives through reality. Find some
form of chicanery, visionary religion, fanatical politics, anything
to distract you from the misery your social status brings. Trust not
the real you, it's just a fabrication in your head, trying to
maintain some semblance of sanity in the chaos of humanity. Any make
believe vagary is better than the lies two million years of
evolutionary engineering has provided us with. The universe laughs
at our savvy eidolon.
We must of course
proceed with life in a somewhat orthodox manner, else they'll take us
away. Be friendly with the laws and let the surgeons do their
cutting and sewing. Let the politicians have their fun, little do
they care about the effervescence afforded under our bridge. Humour
your parents, they believe they brought you into this world. Pain
and pleasure are mere responses to keep us reproducing, it's that
evolutionary thing. Soul is all we have and it makes no sense at
all.
Did we ever tell you
about the imaginary us?
