if you had to choose, america, between boredom and loneliness, which one would it be? a life completely controlled of your own free will in the depths of solitude, or a life of mediocrity and sameness surrounded by countless others exactly like you? to eat when it pleases you, or to eat when it pleases the herders? to not have anyone to tell about that crazy fox you fought yesterday, or to not have anything worth telling happen to you?

a difficult decision indeed. choose wisely america.

personally, i never really knew there was a difference.

like if a tree falls in a wood, and theres no one there to hear it, does it still crush a bunch of furry little bunnies into a bloody pulpy mess?

or something like that?

i have know people throughout the years that had the mostest friends, the hottest women, the greatest family, and yet still they were lonely. and i would ask these friends why, when they had all these great things like wow look at your new gf's rack how you could be lonely. the best answer i heard was hey, everyone loves me too much, it bores me. like im on a deserted jurassic park island and there were all manner of beasts and dinosaurs and animals all about. they were just part of the scenery, not part of the journey. the boredom itself causes the separation within oneself from other people in that way they are lonely.

and then there are the wolves. the ones who almost prefer to walk the streets alone at night, finding some secret satisfaction that while every other frat boy and sorostitute is a clingy bitch and absolutely has to go home with somebody or else theyll die, the wolf himself needs no one else in this world to complete his soul. and then when the wolf gets home, sits on the couch, flips on game seven of the eastern conference finals, a shot glass worth of loneliness slowly seeps into his consciousness. as the game winds on, the shot turns into a glass of wine, then a can of beer, then sometime between the third and fourth quarters, finally into a full blown keg.

cuz cheering by yourself always seems totally pointless.

if you see me out on the town, you might have an opinion on which beast i am. you might say hey, i like your wool blazer. ill say thanks, but secretly despise your frat boy ass for being boring and move on quickly.

and then, at the end of the night, at the time when the sheep are congregating together, getting ready to leave.

ill walk home alone.

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