A bit of an unrelated random thought (though not really because of how consistently it's been brought up by myself as well as others):
I have no idea what I want to do with my life; I feel like a potato sometimes. I sometimes feel like I'd have a better life if I were born a potato. Potato life would be so good for me. Well, it would be so good because being a potato doesn't require much. At least I don't have to make the decision for my usefulness to society. I'd be eaten on a plate, prior from which I would be steamed, cut up into bit-size pieces and handled in the kitchen by whoever buys me at the supermarket, and parts of me would make themselves magically useful in the person who desires to have me become part of them. I sometimes think that this might do a greater service than my predisposition to procrastination station, and avoiding all sense of soul-crushing responsibility. Potato life would be so good; I'd dream about it if I had any dreams. Considering this, if anyone asks me what I want to do in my life, at least now I'll have an answer. But then again, celery life would be good too. Or maybe spinach life, because vegans would love me, and I wouldn't even have to have a political-leaning to argue constantly for, or even a mouth to need to say anything at all. But would social justice matter if I were a spinach? I mean, wouldn't it be better to not be eaten by humans, farmed by the masses, mercilessly uprooted -- and be eaten out where all my ancestors have been eaten - in the wild? Perhaps, my cause as a spinach is ill-advised and at once contradictory. Maybe spinach life is inherently shit and at once life-detracting without virtue or praise. Maybe the not-speaking also contributes to this awfulness. Maybe spinach life isn't good. Maybe poisonous nightshade life is better. I mean whoever meddles with me probably has it coming. At least I'll do everyone a favour by giving them the chance of not existing and making poor decisions like eating me, before my time of world-domination has come to fruition. But then they were existing. What right do I have for doing that to them? What if they ate me by accident? What about their children if they have any?
Fuck.