…Or week… fortnight… whatever…
Religion is the opiate of the masses.
–Karl marx
Consider instead that television has become the opiate of the masses. Consider also how television has superseded the role of “religion” in terms of storytelling/mythology and as a source for morality. Consider the decline in popularity of religion with the rise of television.
Discuss.
I have not wanted so much to drink in roughly two years, four months and eighteen days. (But who’s counting?) It was merely a lab that I was woefully unprepared for, not even that dramatic of a day. Unless of course, therein lies the problem.
I was planning on buying a bigger bowl for my goldfish this weekend. Maybe even a small aquarium with a filter system. A sunken treasure chest, perhaps. I was worried though, after I changed his water and fed him Saturday morning, he simply wouldn’t touch his food. Just drifted aimlessly, for a couple of days. Well… I didn’t want to be left with an empty tank. I was hoping that maybe he just didn’t like the Redlands heat, and would perk up again when he got back to good ol’ air conditioned Pomona. He was floating on his side when I came home today, and awfully pale for a goldfish. It was two weeks, almost to the hour, since I won him in a stupid little carnival game. I honestly hadn’t expected him to make it past the first Wednesday. But he did, and I was getting fond of that little guy. Jeremiah was a good fish. He deserved better.
Am I to cry over a dead fish? Oh for the love of… I had a boxing tuna sandwich for lunch today. I’m really just tired of things dying. Relationships, dreams, people, pets, whatever. So. Very. Tired.