Your life is an exercise in balance. How close to rock-bottom can you hover without ever actually getting there? This is a question you strive to answer every day as you make your way clumsily through life. It’s a question that underlines all the decisions you make, both big and small, from who to date to how to manage your meager finances to what poisonous substances to consume. It’s what keeps you up at night and what feeds your generalized anxiety disorder as well as your myriad, troubling addictions. This question is really the ultimate goal of your whole life.

Lucky for you, Fraudulent Living is here to show you the way. The true way. The way of the neurotic, self-obsessed, success-avoiding loser. It’s time to quit pussyfooting around and do this for real.

That’s right, “pussyfooting.”

Welcome to Fraudulent Living.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Your personal security


Part of being truly fraudulent has to do with being fully aware of the backwards and virulent things you do, but doing them anyway. It's an almost out-of-body experience where you look at yourself from some other plane and watch, helplessly, as your body goes through the familiar and sickening motions of fraudulence. It's like being bitten by a cobra and losing the ability to move your body while you remain fully conscious, feeling trapped by a body that won't obey you, until your heart stops. Only instead of the process taking 60 minutes to kill you, it takes 60 years.

Anyway, one of the things that you'll notice about yourself eventually is how cavalier you treat pretty much every situation you get into, no matter how great the personal danger. In fact, you rarely, if ever, think about how much danger you are in before getting into a given situation. This is always an afterthought. Considering how profoundly fundamental fear is in your life, this lack of forethought should cause you to seriously question your basic mental health.

Take, for example, your insistence that riding the subway to any part of the city at any hour is totally fine and safe and not at all sketchy. You probably feel this way basically right until the gigantic man with the trash bags that are filled with something you can't see but are pretty sure smell just like fetid human remains boards the train. 

Or maybe this manifests for you by doing things like going skydiving, bungee jumping, having unprotected sex, driving drunk over a mountain, doing drugs with people that have rabies, walking barefoot down Ninth Avenue, walking barefoot in your gym locker room, leaning against your third-floor, poorly constructed balcony railing, drunk, not disabling your phone before getting drunk, or any number of other things that could cause you to die.

The important thing with this, though, is to recognize it and then continue on with your life. Like those lucky people who got to see the signs on the freeway that some hacker manipulated to say "Zombies ahead! Run!" Some people might pull over, even just for a second, to think about what that means and maybe to try to find some kind of confirmation or denial of the alleged zombies. Then there were the people that are just like you and just kept driving. And hoping.

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