Pandora's Box

You guys know the story of Pandora's box, right? This ditzy woman opens up a box, and all the bad stuff of the world comes out: disease, greed, meanness, murder, Donald Trump, etc. Then, at the end of the story, in order to cheer up the readers, Hope comes out, and it's all nice, and supposed to make you happy, and it's supposed to partially make up for all the bad shit that came outta that box. You know what my thinkin' is? The people who wrote down the story got it WRONG!!!! Hope wasn't this nice thing that came out in order to make the bad shit better, nosiree! Hope was one of the bad things!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Think about what a miserable thing hope is to have. WE all hope for these nice, better lives, and yet, most of us are doomed to disappointment. If you just came to terms with hopelessness, which is the true nature of reality, you'd be much more likely to accept your existence! Then you could move on with your life, such as it is, and try to make lemonade outta the lemons that God threw at you. Good good, man. But, nooooo, stupid pandora's box had to have this stupid hope in it, that makes you think, oh, maybe I CAN have the perfect relationship, money, 2.5 kids, etcetera, and over and over again, those thoughts'll dog you and dog you and dog you as you realize over and over again, NO. These things are totally outta your control, and even if you did have them, they'd suck, because most things usually suck.

Durkheim said one o' the leadin' causes o' suicide is a discrepancy between people's lives-as-they-are, and the lives they imagine themselves having. I mean, people sittin' there rumnating on how better their existences could be, I mean, that's basically hope. Hope is the fantasy of closin' that gap between reality and the perfect life. And when the reality of that gap never closin' returns again and again to people, they freak out and lose hope and then they commit suicide. Without hope bein' there in the first place, people would have no hope to lose. I think if that was the case, there'd be less suicide. So, there.

I actually did lose hope recently, and it's been really nice. Your existence is so much more free when you realize that all these dumb fantasies will forever be outta your reach, and you can just let go of 'em. You're so much lighter, not havin' to carry around all these dumb representations of the life you wanted-but-don't-have. You come face-to-face with the reality of your death, and you realize, okay, while I'm here, I'm gonna make up some meanin' for this dumb existence, cuz there's nothing else to do. That way you can do whatever you want, cuz you're free, free, free, free of the dumb, stupid life you hoped for-but-won't-have. And, indeed, when you realize these dumb fantasies will never come true, you see more clearly how utterly meaningless they were in the first place.