Free State Observer

[Editor's note: our blogger was taken behind the woodshed and bitchslapped for the recent pathetic display of self-pity. This entry has been edited to stick to the topics of freedom-fighting and no more than the usual quantity of whininess.]

[Editor's note: You've also watched Fight Club twice in the past week. You clearly have issues. Now STFU.]

Is it just me, or do the days just keep getting looonger and looooooonger?

Thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster it’s almost over. No, not winter; spring.

I don’t know why, but spring tends to be a very bad time of year for me. At the Free State Project’s recent PorcFest, a delightful event full of libertarian activists, reunions with old friends and introductions to new ones, cool bands, guns, topless chicks, and FREE BEER & BAR compliments of Sakal CAI, I attended a presentation on The Law of Attraction, which included various interpretations of the concept and a spirited Q&A session. If you support this theory, then you’ll say I bring my spring fevers on myself. If so, I wonder why? Am I punishing myself for crimes in a past life? Have I been cursed by a resident of Mt. Olympus whose love I rejected? Am I mentally defective? Psychologically crippled? Born under a bad sign? I truly don’t know.

[edited for excessive self-pity and airing of personal dirty laundry]

First, I’m going to retreat into my cave and lick my wounds. This will quite likely involve a certain amount of tear-shedding and ice cream consumption. Then I’m going to do some very serious soul-searching and analyzing and try to get to the bottom of why I’m in this position, determine a course of action, and then take the steps necessary to get myself to a better place (emotionally speaking). This may sound ridiculous, pompous, and/or irrational coming from a self-avowed atheist, but I believe I was “put here”, erm, “landed here”, “evolved here”, for a purpose. I haven’t fulfilled it yet. I aim to.

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