Absurdity and Sprinklers

al­bert ca­mus had a pret­ty damn good idea about what it was to be hu­man. his be­lief that our lives are mere ab­sur­di­ty makes alot of sense. bad things hap­pen, yes but when you think about them not in just the mun­dane jour­nal en­try analy­sa­tion but in­stead you grit your teeth and stare at the event un­til you go crosseyed and un­der­stand how spilling your cof­fee on a fa­vorite pair of pants means ab­solute­ly noth­ing in the in­fi­nite reach­es of uni­ver­sal existence…well then if just so hap­pens that you will re­al­ize that YOUR very EXISTENCE is an ab­sur­di­ty. then the en­tire uni­verse be­comes much eas­i­er to deal with. IT be­comes a joke. and when mi­nor in­con­ve­niences oc­cur, its just good olé murphy’s law and some­thing to gig­gle about over a glass of vod­ka at the end of the day. such is my ex­pe­ri­ence with the sprin­kler sys­tem here. they don’t wa­ter the grass as would make sense. they wa­ter the side­walks, where the peo­ple are. make sense? duh. no.

‘yea ver­i­ly, i say un­to you, let all those right­eous ones who obeyeth the de­mands of so­ci­ety and fol­low the straight con­crete way, there will come a time in which the wa­ter shall spurt forth from the ground in abun­dance and damp­en the spir­its of those who tread on the short­est dis­tance be­tween two points. and in those days there shall be a gan­g­ly man whose path shall lead him through the midst of the in­fer­nal wa­ter and it shall am­bush him at in­op­por­tune times wet­ting him great­ly. yet he shall per­se­vere and avoid their machi­na­tions by leav­ing the path and wan­der­ing among them in the wilder­ness of dry crunch­ing grass bad­ly in need of wa­ter, just off of the side­walk.’ ADAM 3:4 – 10

so this hap­pens to me night­ly. i es­pe­cial­ly en­joy it when the sprin­klers all shoot up from the ground at the same time all around me giv­ing me a stereo ver­sion of ‘ff­ssssttt’ and that is all the warn­ing i get be­fore they be­gin re­leas­ing their ord­nance up­on me. fuck. i’ve ac­tu­al­ly done a div­ing roll to avoid be­ing sprayed up­on. i would be an­gry about this if i hadn’t read my ca­mus. now i just think it is fun­ny. ahh life. he he he