Sunday, 24 November 2013

Ghetto Chicken


They say that everyone and everything that has been created has its purpose. I'm here to scrutinize that very existence. To lay waste all theories that mankind has put forth on the matter with my sheer wit and intelligence. I'd like to think that I'm smart and that I have smarts that can smart the smartness out of other people that think they're smart. If you didn't get what that sentence implied then I'm afraid that you're not as smart as I am. Ouch, that smarts!

Moving on though... If everything exists for a reason, what is the reason that eggs exist? I know that some of you might think that the life that comes from the egg is what the egg exists for but not all eggs make it to chickenhood. Chicken hood sounds like the chicken ghetto... but that's not what I was going for.


                                                                   "What up dawg?"

                                                        "LOL I'm a chicken, not a dog."



If all eggs are created to become something great, something fluffy, and something delicious with a side of corn-on-the-cob, then why do most of them make their way to our plates every morning? It seems unfair that some eggs evolve into adults to raise eggs of their own and others end up as omelets.

I could use an equally relevant example that involved humans but I felt like that would hurt some people’s sentiments so I strayed away from that string of thought. 

Which brings me to my next point: mortality. 
You know how in the movies every bad guy, inevitably, sets out to destroy the world but first gets sidetracked and tries to attain immortality?
No? Clearly I'm not watching the right movies then... but in the movies that I have watched the bad guy always wants to live forever. I don't think that they think things through when they set goals like that for themselves; I mean, just imagine... everyone around you is dying and decaying in a timely manner and you just stay the way you are forever. Everyone you've known has probably died a natural death and nothing is fun any more because you've seen it all and done it all and most probably killed it all. What do you do when everything has been done before? You can't get frustrated and kill yourself because you can't die. 

I can't come to a concrete conclusion about any of these things so I'll leave it to you guys. If you have an opinion on any of these things then drop a comment below. If there are no comments on this thread I will ignore my failures completely and post something else later on and completely erase this failure of a blog post from my memory.


In other news - my first two books are being published soon. I can't give you a concrete date because it could take up to 3 maybe 4 weeks for distribution to kick in but once it does I'll let you guys know.


In the one year or so that I've been doing this I've amassed a whopping 2,000 page views. I know it doesn't seem like much but I never thought I'd get that many so I'm counting this as a win. Thank you guys for being awesome and wasting your precious time here, I do hope you will all continue to do so when I become rich and famous. 

I’ve managed to successfully waste ten minutes of my life and hopefully a few of yours, so I think I’ll be on my way now. Adios muchachos!


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