Since you saw fit to draw me back into the loop of pointlessly pointed pontification, I am going to employ a more fitting approach in the composition of my reply. This new approach involves even less effort than what was required for any of my past correspondence, as I didn’t even write a draft or formulate any ideas for this one, I just accessed your site and started typing.
I wonder what I’ll say?
There was a recent pseudo-scientific article on CNN advising people to accept their mediocrity in order to eliminate the shame and stress of striving for impossible goals. This, of course, caught my attention right away but unfortunately, the amateur psychologist that authored it lost his nerve right at the end and added the seemingly obligatory disclaimer “…of course, one must strive to be the best they can be” and that’s when I realized that despite the compelling headline, this guy somehow missed his own point.
If it can be said that I have a goal or purpose in life, it is to master effortless mediocrity. It isn’t a lack of self-confidence that keeps my sights low, but an actual desire to expend as little effort as possible in the maintenance of a nearly responsibility-free lifestyle. Do you know what happens to great people when they die? History’s great masters and geniuses? The brilliant innovators and movers of society and culture? They become compost, just like us. That being said, what the hell is the point of all that expenditure of precious energy?
The slow moving creatures of the world are truly the elite on the Tree of Life. When you remove human arrogance from the equation (which would, of course, result in a mountain of bullshit colossal enough to Fill Houston), the only measure of an organism’s “success” is its adeptness at survival. This is why the noble sloth has an average lifespan of three decades compared to the exuberant and enthusiastic dog, which has an average lifespan of one decade. But the mighty tortoise reigns supreme, slogging along at its sub-leisurely pace for over a century. See a pattern here?
Regardless, humanity at large has been so conditioned in the opposite direction that my championing of the average is usually met by one of two responses: patronizing amusement or straight up anger. The latter response is the result of someone so indoctrinated by the Cult of Effort that he or she is incapable of relaxing their standards in the naive hope of achieving “greatness”. Thus oriented, a willful slacker like myself represents to them the most offensive and threatening kind of person alive.
Writing is something I do if/when it’s fun. I am never going to be famous, renowned or even published and that’s not just okay with me, it’s exactly the way I like it. I don’t create outlines or multiple drafts or any of that stuff that was invented to take all the fun out of the written word. The reason I continue to write is no different than the reason I continue to watch three hour blocks of cartoons on Adult Swim every night while taking copious bong hits. Sometimes it’s fun, often it’s relaxing, but what it never is is important. As soon as something becomes important, I avoid it like the plague.
I greatly enjoyed your take on our current case of The Plague, incidentally. Stocks plummeting is a beautiful thing. I almost want to say that it’s an important thing, but then I’d have to go back and edit some things I already said and frankly, that doesn’t sound like any fucking fun at all.
Plague,
‘Mudge
Anonymole - apocryphal agitators 
I like to have fun. But there’s always something that whispers into my ear to do more! I guess that voice is trying to kill me! Now that I know… I will continue to listen to it.
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Hey Anony: Will visit GDocs this week. Been a bit distracted. Thanks for stickin’ with it!!
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Why do parrots live so long?
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I think moving very slowly, if at all, is the key to longevity. Me thinks the Mudge is on to something:
https://www.spotmydive.com/en/news/13-of-the-world-longest-living-oldest-marine-species-creature-scuba-diving
Now, if he could only figure out how to have food, weed and water delivered to him, at a snail’s pace if need be, he could theoretically live to be 133. He’s already self-isolating… #FeedTheMudge.
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Because they’re jerks.
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My uncle had a parrot who could imitate him. After my uncle died, my aunt had to give the parrot away because it freaked her out too much. His name was Chippy. (The parrot, not my uncle).
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Sorry, I zoned out that last part you put in parentheses. I wish I could have met your Uncle Chippy.
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🤣🤣
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He was quite the chatterbox. (My uncle, not the parrot).
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https://www.google.com/search?q=compost+girl&hl=en&prmd=ivsn&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwizrfXvm5noAhURWqwKHSGMCvcQ_AUoAXoECAoQAQ#imgrc=8W7LlQsqnD2s7M
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Another Michener classic.
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I like the little brown jug sitting there.
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“patronizing amusement’…Nah, my reaction is a true guffaw. In the “research” I do for my “book” I was actually reading a physicist like Lawrence Krauss or someone of that stature who said two things that relate to your dribble. The first, he conjectured that the entire Universe might be here to expend energy, and if you stop to think about all the exploding supernova’s, how fast the infinite is expanding, and how much energy and you the Mole put into your writing, he might be correct. The second thing he said seems contradictory to the first. He likes to tell the story of how Richard Feynman, the father of Quantum Mechanics, liked to walk up to complete strangers and ask: “Guess what I did today?” When they asked “What?” He replied, “Nothing, because there’s nothing going on in the entire Universe.” This is a true story. And that’s enough Bullshit to Fill Houston too. If nothing else, Mudge, you bring a smile to someone across the void whom you may never meet.
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Regardless of whether your mildly uncomfortable self-induced remorse at abandoning our epistolary exchange got the better of you or, the acclaim and notoriety you garner here at this illustrious site exposed itself as an addiction you just couldn’t quit, it’s nice to continue to share the space with you.
Rest assured, our combined mediocrity, totaling a thimble-full of elbow grease, will affect scant change or impact in the world at large. I have a response, which I’ll save for later after your this-is-not-a-post post smoulders in its own ashes. But know that I respect and will honor your decision to do the absolute minimum to survive, save feed your dog and, of course, answer my callings, when they come.
I will say, maybe the island life is for you. I recall driving around the island of Tahiti with a guy from L.A. who’d driven a comvee across Australia, where we spied dozens upon dozens of natives drinking the local brew, toking weed and generally enjoying life where the tropics provided their sustenance and tourism provided cash for entertainment.
Geeze, that guy looked like the Mudge, darker and cleaner, sure, but with that same devil-may-care tilt of the chin and wave of a reefer toting hand.
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