Oh, sure. It started off normal enough. I woke up that morning in a deathless haze and thought of all the wonderfully mundane things i would soon be forced, entirely against my will, mind you, to do this eternity and the next, and the next one after that and, well, it wasn't a very comforting thought. As my little toe did it's best impression of an accordion, thanks to a large measure of encouragement from a nearby wall, i got to thinking again. Just what WAS wrong with me? Could a person with any shade of human logic possibly find a reason to get up every morning faced with what i am? Of course the answer is obvious. As plain as the egg on my face.
Coffee, man, coffee's the thing. It showed me the dæmonic shapes it held, the cup. Cups always do such things. All holloware, it seems, has a need to fuck with us, the silly humanity forced to rely on it due to our disturbing lack of tightly-interlocking fingers. As soon as i had finished spilling half the stuff on my lap, i logged on to my computer to write.
I hate young writers. Writers like myself. It's not that i hate myself, or that i don't count myself as a young writer, it's just that we've got no sense. We'll sit around on our lazy asses, using words like "asses" and far worse with absolutely no regard for the power they carry, and philosophize, because that's all we can do.
Your average young writer has all the life experience of a three-year-old, just because the work of writing is so demanding of time that the best of us work and write and, occasionally, sleep, and that's it. It's not that we forget to live. We somehow think we're exempt from it, delivered from the hells of life by our holy pens, our metalloid saviors. And of course we all smoke.
But that's sort of the point, if you catch my meaning. My quest for absurdity has always yielded fruit. It's a worthy quest, and anyone who tells you otherwise has their beds so far up their glass they can't spell which way is cup. It's a strange life, and a beautiful one, and entirely all too often there's someone that figures this out. I met such a person that day, and i won't say it changed my life, because i was already stranger than all hell myself .