validate me, please...

Sometimes I wonder if the point of finding that significant other is to validate your own existence. As I see it, living in and of itself is very much a non-issue, at least on the larger scale of things. It only becomes issue because we know, subconciously or otherwise, that we are pretty much left with nothing.

The search for a higher power is to give us a sense of purpose. Strangely enough, some people come to the conclusion that we are here to help other people. If that is so, what are the other people for?

There are people who are divinely optimistic. Then there are others, like me, who are scathingly realistic. Both types are far and few between, because we're mostly surrounded by the types who just want to live as long as they can, do as much as they can, and then die.

Face it, if there is a being of a higher level out there, we're only a jar of 3 hour live-d fruit flies busy trying to reproduce.

Want to be validated? Go get your parket ticket stamped on the way out.