disgusting

I think it’s funny that people seem to think that life is beautiful… nothing about life is even slightly beautiful.  Even the beautiful moments aren’t really beautiful….

You start sex – a disgusting act of swapping liquids (sometimes too much liquid) and lots of bonking and boinking.  The result is 9 months of throwing up and emotion riddiculusness only to top it off with an orgasm of birth, an object way too big coming out of a hole way to small with possibilities of ripping and garentees of more extraction of fluids, starting with white mush and ending with tubs of bloody tissue.  It only continues with dirty diapers and snot.

To think that this is only the beginning.

You have puberty (with pussing zits and unexperienced bodily functions)

There is the first sexual interaction (with more blood and a whole lot of confusion)

Don’t forget about all the broken bones, violence of anger, emotional confusions, and heart aches.

You have all of the pains of growing up and the pains of growing old (which will each include another round of disgusting bodily fluids.)  There is your first run in with alcohol (more fluids) and I don’t even want to talk about what happens AFTER you have healed from child birth….. your bodily functions are never quite the same again.

Even the simple things such as athletics:   How many times have people lost a body part? or even the science of ripping muscles and the physical pain of an over exerted body.  The sweat and the blood alone could prove the point of un-beauty.  

After the mid-tweenties I don’t have much experience, but I can only imagine from the stories that muscle control declines and the pain of age doesn’t help emotions or personality.

As the body literally disenigrates (that’s a pretty word eh?) it only gets worse until death it self seems to top of how horribly the world is not beautiful.  But it only seems that way because the earth it’s self takes over from there….

And this only the life of one person… no need to mention floods of drowning people and murder that is not so gentle or the lies that tear people apart.   The selfishness or the heartbreak is a pain everybody has seen at one point or another….

Don’t get me wrong, I see the beauty of the eye of a storm or the awe that comes from birth (and a new soul).  I know that with every evil there is a good.  I just think it’s funny that people can look at the world and think that life is really that beautiful when really nothing but god is beautiful in this world.  But I guess anywhere he is his presence alone makes the horrid a wonderful thing.  Look at moses, some old guy with a long beard and maybe a deteriorating body of his own….. but with the light of god radiating off of him, no one could even look at his beauty. 

I guess it’s one of the reasons that life beautiful – the morbidness of it  all makes each individual so much smaller.