TRUE STORY #17
On Contemplation of Life
(Or How To Put Things Into Perspective From My Point Of View.)
If you ask some people what life is, they can't answer you. That's cos it's a rhetorical question that's meant to be experienced, not asked. But, ok, I have this theory on rhetorical questions, but what let's not get into that. For me, life is going to the bathroom. From the moment I was born I knew this. So my mom says I pooped on the doctor. When I was little, I pooped in the bathtub while taking a bath with my sister. So yeah, I poop... a lot. I pooped yesterday, I pooped today. I'll probably poop tomorrow. But I mean, it seems like all I ever do is poop. I sit on the toilet and think "What's the meaning of life?" then I go "plop!" Or like, I'll sit on the toilet and think "Why am I here?" and the next thing I know, I'm pooping. So, is that it? Is that what life has in store for me? Is that what I'm to do? Poop ? Are weird cosmic forces working against me constantly making me poop instead of learnign something or doing something productive? Do I literally mean it when I think my life is shit? Cos, I mean, I can really say that. All I do is poop... So, um, actually, I could. But right, I think I'm supposed to do something involving poop in my life cos I do it a lot. I do it well, so , yeah. Next time you take a crap, thinkg about your life and what it means to you.
THE END
*SIDE NOTE: It can also be said that this piece is/was an epiphany of mine.*
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