As I'm sitting here on my lazy bones day, trying to decide whether to watch yet another episode of Dollhouse or rewatch the Wicked Game documentary, I was suddenly hit by a bolt of realisation. I realised my life is a Family Guy episode.
Utterly frivolous. Strange and indescribable relationships. Quotes and references to such a degree there is a clear lack of comprehensibility and coherency. Unpolitically correct in a major way. Meanwhile being riddled with flashbacks and fictional memories and occupied with characters that can only be described as characters.
Yes, my life is a Family Guy episode. I don't think I mind. A little anti-climactic now with all that spirituality and religion buzzing around claiming all kinds of complexity and depth. Not to mention meaning. Still I don't think I mind. I'm quite comfortable. As a matter of fact I'm actually quite happy.
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