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Get born
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Start to grow up (yuck)
Develop an Oedipus complex
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Go to school (ecchhh)
Go to college 'cause you think you're supposed to
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Quit college when you realize it's stupid and a waste of time
Wonder why you're here
Get no answers
Fall in love
Get rejected
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Fall in love again
You reject her this time
You realize this is better
Work at a bunch of jobs you don't care about
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Quit your job at the mall and go to Europe
Realize Europe sucks and that the people there smell bad
Come home
This sucks even worse
Feel confused
Ask yourself what it all means
Get no answers
Ask what it all means some more
Get no answers
Try to stop asking questions but realize you're a question-junkie
Go into therapy
After five years realize therapy is completely useless
Get freaked out at around 30 that life is passing you by
Get married
Realize that you hate your wife
Get divorced
Get really freaked out that life is passing you by
Talk to people about this
Realize that nobody has any answers
Get married again
Get divorced again
Get depressed
Consider suicide for a second
Join a cult
Learn meditation or something equally pointless
Quit the cult
Hide for a while till you make sure there are no rattlesnakes in your
mailbox
Get deprogrammed
Start asking those damn "meaningful" questions again
Get totally freaked out that there appear to be no answers to
anything
Pray to God for answers
Get none
Get more depressed
Go back to the shrink
Go on Prozac
Prozac doesn't work
Get a new prescription
That doesn't work either
Dump all your pills down the toilet and leave a nasty message on your
shrink's answering machine
He (Freudianly) doesn't reply
Sit around all day and do nothing
Read the obituary columns to see how many of your friends are dying
Get really freaked out when you see how many of them are actually
dead
Pray to God some more for answers
Get none
Develop some sort of sexual deviance
Join Sexaholics Anonymous
Quit Sexaholics Anonymous
Go to church with a friend who's been bugging you to go with him for
years
In a moment of desperation, accept Jesus as your Lord and Savior
Walk around for a couple of weeks saying "Praise the Lord" and stuff
like that
Quit Christianity after realizing that Christians are primarily
hypocrites and liars, and, besides, they don't have any more answers
than anybody else
Get even more depressed
Call the doc for more Prozac
He (wisely) doesn't return your phone call
Get totally and completely depressed
Consider suicide
Realize you're too chicken to do it
Watch a lot of TV (mostly reruns)
Eat junk food and gain a lot of weight
Try to lose the weight
Lose about two pounds at most
Watch more TV
Keep the TV on while you're sleeping to keep you company
Sit around some more
Remember your life
Make times that were really crappy much better than they actually
were
Think again about asking God for answers
Say, screw it, there are no answers
Get totally freaked out and despondent
Sit around and do nothing
Sit around some more
Get to the point where you like sitting around and doing nothing
Get old
Get older still
Get older still
Get cancer or one of the many other diseases available to old people
Sit around some more
Get older
Get sicker
Die.
This one's for Joel, my erstwhile proofreader, who I promised after
last week's 4,000 words opus
that my next column would be no more than 400 words (actually it's 610
not including this "afterword." I've gotta tell you people, this is
really tough for me, 'cause I've got lots on my mind, 'know? But --
being a man of my word (always keep your word ... especially when you're
dealing with a paranoid schizophrenic) and also being extremely lazy --
I'm gonna leave it at this and simply say that I'd strongly suggest you
take the extra time you'd normally spend reading my column (and I know
you all read it at least twice!) and go back and reread some of
my old columns (just move your little mouse on down to the S.L. Goldman
archive) so you can refresh your tepid little memories as to what a
great talent I really am.
And while you're remembering, don't forget that there's only one week
left till the official opening of The New
Tongue (Betcha just can't wait,
huh?). And one final little teensy-weensy reminder: be sure and check
out our bookstore
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Alright, see all you dunderheads next week. I'm outta here ...