Im not ignorant enough to believe that all this just “happened”. Im also not ignorant enough to believe that some supreme being is play a cosmic game of ‘Win Lose or Burn’ and he’s the only one laughing. Therefore I’m Agnostic. Why are you what you are?
Also, this doesnt necessarily have to pertain to religion either. Maybe you’re a punk rocker, or a republican, or a pizza delivery guy.
Because
Girls just kissed better.
It was never a question of if college- just what college.
I got in.
They raised me a Christian, and I still am one.
When I thought about it, I realized that I loved her-just her.
Words came easier than anything else.
The nerves in my right ear screwed up.
When you can’t hear, you have to watch more carefully.
When you watch, you find out more.
After I almost died as a small child, they said they wouldn’t raise me in a glass bubble and they kept their word.
I have a voice.
I love the smell of newspaper ink.
Well, I never claimed to be coherent.
I think for me mostly it was the lead paint chips…
… yeah that was probably it.
It could have the power plant next door, nah…
…the path of least resistance…
Because I’m too stubborn not to be.
Because random chance favors me - this also goes by the Christian term “I’m blessed.”
Because it’s more fun than the alternative… I think…
Dude, I just wake up in the morning and go to bed at night. Whatever happens in the middle is all this big coffee induced blur.
Ask other people who I am. I sure as hell haven’t figured it out yet.
Addicted to words since birth.
Broke both arms at 8 months.
Read until my eyes bled.
Alone, mostly, with odd thoughts.
Contemplation outside the box.
Accidents involving gravity, electricity.
Didn’t date til I reached maturity J
Aided by friends who told me how much longer I had to go,
Being killed in a motorcycle accident 23 years ago.
Reconciling the chaos of the universe with the search for meaning.
Addicted to words til death, I’m still greening.
ABRACADABRA: There I am.
Because I’m afraid to stop.
I am what I am due to the “The Smart Box”
As Popeye said so eloquently, “I yam what I yam, and that’s all that I yam.” I wish no ill will on anyone, I mind my own business, I want very little, I worry even less. Yesterday is finished, I have no control over it. Tomorrow may not come, so I don’t fret about it. I take care of the business at hand. I sleep like a baby. I’m as happy as a clam. In the end, either all will be revealed or it won’t. Call it Lee’s Grand Unified Theory on How to Live a Good Life. Spread the word (or not, I don’t care).
…cuz if I wasn’t who I am, who would be?
…cuz even though “they” said I wouldn’t make it, I did
…cuz no one has the right to take that from me
…and, most importantly, cuz I can.
You mean wall-candy?
Sometimes I ask myself that same question, but have yet to come up with a viable answer.
Because everything is more fun when you’re high.
Because nobody else is better qualified for the job…
Yer pal,
Satan
*TIME ELAPSED SINCE I QUIT SMOKING:
Six months, four weeks, one day, 33 minutes and 37 seconds.
8480 cigarettes not smoked, saving $1,060.11.
Extra time with Drain Bead: 4 weeks, 1 day, 10 hours, 40 minutes.
David B used me as a cite!*
Abstract you want…abs…erect you will get. Wonderfull
erupt silver sway of silver moon touching feathers of
silver liguid drawn gray by a danish crazy leftist
Holistic Mr.Ed, he knew of not what to hay but rather
horse endowed with close minded nihilism for the few
yet arrousing for the masses of ant hills set up arid
sun of Eastern pattern, jeans are for june bugs and
khakis are for my Brother…brother Alex(halbermensch242)…i love you guyz!
Because if I don’t eternally amuse and help others, who will?
Because I want to be happy, and I’m trying my best.
Why not?
It’s been more fun this way.
I had no choice.
I think the drugs also had an affect.
Why am I what I am?
Being taught to read early. Being bored in school. Reading Conan. Reading Superman. Reading Calvin and Hobbes. Listening to Nirvana, Foo Fighters, Rush, Blink 182, and Tenacious D. Being made fun of in elementary. Being beaten up in Junior High. Being picked on in High School. Being sick and tired of stupid people. Being tired of corruption and lies. Never having a girlfriend. Being unloved. Being lonely. Dealing with my own pain. Not sharing. Having no other outlet. Loving computers. Loving cars. Loving car audio. Loving home audio. Loving home theater. Loving home. Pizza, ice cream, beer, weed, mushrooms. Nickelodeon and Nickelback. MTV, Comedy Central, and science fiction. Douglas Adams, Monty Python, and Princess Bride. Movies, TV, violent video games, and angry music. Fighting intellectually, spiritually, physically, and mentally. Being tired. Giving up. Writing essays, books, and papers. Finding my own way. Making people laugh, and making people cry. Wonderment, curiosity, unrequited love. Doom, Quake, Fallout, and System Shock. Nervousness and sadness. Loss, friendship, backstabbing. Simpsons, Futurama, Friends, Seinfeld, and Herman’s Head. Knife fighting monkeys.
–I am Tim.