Carpe Diem?
Every day is approximately the same length, the sun predictably rises and sets, its always yellow, the moon smarches around doing whatever, weather happens, and time ticks by measured by each of us in finite heartbeats.
Is every day important? I can remember a fucking pile of days I wouldn't consider particularly important to my life. A lot of time spent sleeping late, watching tv eating tater tots and barbeque sauce. I remember hundreds of days I woke up, went to work or school, came home and fell asleep watching tv, were those days important?
Fuck yes. Every single stupid day of my life was awesome, the shittier the better. Some people say you should live every day like it might be your last, I disagree. If that were true I would spend it running around screaming and crying while stabbing my enemies in the brain stem with a crude shank made of the sharpened beak of the last endangered condor which I ate for breakfast.
I say live every day however you please, if you want to lie on the couch, give it a shot. Feel like making web sites for various local businesses, try that too. Like getting drunk? I believe in you, you can do it! Go for it!
So today was amusing. I went to taco bell for breakfast, since I like to eat but don't know how to make chicken burrito supremes myself. The place was full of people milling around waiting for their specific configurations of the 6 ingredients taco bell uses for all its offerings. As I awaited my big fill of food I guzzled about 3 litres(metric) of pepsi and as I drank in the brown syrup of imperialism I also drank in the spectacle of people like me.
There were 2 car dealership mechanics and a dealership woman waiting for their order. The older moustachio'd mid 30's guy of the 2 mechanics was trying to flirt with the fairly ugly but young dealership girl while they lounged by the pop machine. It wasn't working very well since he was pretty bad at it. Flirting only really works if at least one of the 2 parties is in some form or other an attractive human being. When their order was done they walked out past me and I noticed the names stitched into the mechanics coveralls.
According to the spell checker that comes with frontpage2000 I can't find any arrangement of letters to correctly spell moustached, but irregardless, the old moustached mechanic's name on his coveralls was Gene. The first thought into my head was of the genes made of DNA, although Gene the mechanic is also probably made of DNA, but I mean the chromosomal genes.
The theory of the human genome project is that there are genes for cancer, Lou Gehrig's disease, rabies, and so on. Well I found the Gene for sexual futility and he was at taco bell. Furthermore, I didn't need a Punnett square or know what a phenotype is, because I don't. I admit that what I said about Gene isn't really fair though. Like Gene aren't we all just existential anti-heroes struggling against the inevitable conclusion, we are dust, swirling matter, soon to be inert?
Maybe, but at least we're not all losers.
Is today the day my life changes? Nope. Does today matter? It does to me, and that's all that counts anyway motherfuckers. Is today another in the series of wacky events tied together by the fact that they happened to me? Yep.