BITCH BITCH BITCH

The universe never heard a complaint until it built you.  For billions of years everything was going fine, and then you showed up.  Oh sure, there were others like you, before you, but you elevated complaining to an art form.  And of course, seeing you’re so smart, so intelligent, so wise with all your knowledge, understanding and wisdom, you think you could of created a much better universe, a perfect one, so of course you think you have every reason to complain.

The universe knew that when it created humans, it created complainers, or as it likes to call humans, crybabies.    Which begs the question, “Why in the hell did the universe create humans?”

Well, you see, life, before humans, as I said before, was going peachy-perfect, perfectly peachy.  And there wasn’t a single critic.  There was no one with opinions, biases, prejudices, preferences, no beliefs, and not a single conclusion.  There was no one saying life should be different than it is, that life should be this way, not that way.  So again, why did life create a creature, an animal that has the ability to bitch about what life created?   Why did it do it?

The answer is simple.  Life had never been married before!  Life never had children, no two-year olds, no teenagers.

However, the real question is, why did life replicate itself as little gods (humans) who could think and do whatever the hell they are capable of doing, like kills each other, go to war, and mess up the planet?   Why, why, why?

When a human wakes up and realizes, it is life playing at being human, playing at being dinosaurs and platypuses, just flat out playing, discovering new potentials, new probabilities, new ways to entertain itself, that human quits bitching, moaning, groaning and complaining and just carries wood, and hauls water until life is tired of playing that character, and then that piece of life is no longer a piece, but the whole that is life.

The why? why? why? answer is, life does whatever the hell it wants for its pleasure, just like you do for your pleasure.  But the real funny part that life thinks is hilarious, is when it realized it could portion itself into pieces of itself that thinks they are real.  That’s hilarious, and  that’s like the best entertainment EVER.  So just go on complaining and bitching when life doesn’t go your way.  After all, it’s just life having fun.  And if you’re awake, you’ll have the fun of a lifetime, as you, as life itself, because you don’t really exist except in the mind of life, and if you complain enough, next time you’re coming back as an aardvark or a dodo bird.