If pink is the new black then incoherence is the new coherence

Doesn't make sense? It doesn't have to! That's what makes it incoherent. I guess I shouldn't be too mad. It's laudable enough that your thinking and asking questions. It seems like nowadays most people are content to live a life in ignorance without asking questions or thinking at all. Modern suburban life is set to allow them to make as few meaning full choices as possible (a thousand kinds of coffee and two candidate for president). Probably it's because asking questions opens you up to get answers you don't like. Solomon says in the Bible that "With much wisdom come much grief and he who increases in knowledge increases in sorrow." That's why I've always thought the people who walk around smiling at everything must not be thinking too hard. But it's too easy to do that, to just jazzercise through life in a little prepackaged controlled manicured subdivision somewhere on a pleasant valley Sunday in status symbol land. I used to live in one of those in Florida. It was awful. It was an awful identical barren sunbaked soulless place. And Florida has a lot of soul, so it is amazing how much people have been able suck the life out of it with condos and pharmacies on every corner. I think the song Pleasant Valley Sunday could have been written about my neighborhood. No spark, no life, no individuality, no trees. It's interesting how much the lack of trees contributes to the soullessness. Couldn't the leave a few trees? And I don't mean clear cutting a woods and then planting a few saplings when you're done. Isn't there some way that they could build around some trees? People would like that and I'm sure it would increase property values right off the bat. I like trees and nature. I'm not even that much of an environmentalist but I don't see why everything has to be ugly. I'm not a socialist or a luddite or a liberal, but the whole modern suburban wasteland just gets to me sometimes. But how can we get ride of the soulless suburbia and still maintain the quality of life that allows me to run upstairs and satiate my lemonade jones whenever it strikes? I sometimes just need lemonade. It doesn't have the caffeine of Coke so I can drink it at night. And not a lot of other people get it so it's not always sold out like the Dr. Pepper. I can't have caffeine anywhere near bedtime because I'm an insomniac as it is. I've always had trouble sleeping. So has my mom so I guess it runs in the family. I'm also sensitive to light; I can't stand streetlights that shine all night through my window keeping me up. Streetlights are another aspect of surburbia that I hat. What I wouldn't give for it to be pitch dark for even one night. When I'm rich I'll build a bedroom with no windows. Speaking of sensitivity to light and things running in the family, I've got Autosomal Dominant Compelling Helio-Opthalmic syndrome. It's not serious. It's a genetic condition that a certain percentage of the population has that causes them to sneeze whenever they are suddenly exposed to bright sunlight. Isn't that wild? It's genetic, so my Dad and my brother also have it, so if we are all together we'll do it at the same time. My mom always made fun of us. I never knew it had a name before. What did we do before the internet? Aggh! That's just another aspect of the modern life that hate so much but can't live without. What can I do? I guess I'll just go to bed. If I can.

Triple word score to anyone who held on through that whole thing.