Ryan Blum

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21. Pilot, photographer, and philosopher.

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actuallygrimes:

'even though I haven't seen you in years yours is the funeral I would fly to from anywhere'

this song has some of the best lyrics ever.  Like that sentence just contains so much backstory in so few words

really reminds me how i feel about one of my best friends who i havent been on speaking terms with in years but i still feel like we both think we’re best friends despite it all

actually this whole why? record is incredible

Balancing my schoolwork and keeping up with the quick pace of flight school has taken most of my time, and with what time I do have, I much rather finish books I have been reading—among other personal things. If you haven’t already noticed my absence, consider this a hiatus. I should have more free time in January.

I have a wild desire to smell the ocean. I have a sense that God is unfair and preferentially punishes his weak, his dumb, his fat, his lazy. I believe he takes more pleasure in his perfect creatures and cheers them on like a brainless dad as they run roughshod over the rest of us. He gives us a need for love and no way to get any. He gives us a desire to be liked and personal attributes that make us utterly unlikable. Having placed his flawed and needy children in a world of exacting specifications, he deducts the difference between what we have and what we need from our hearts and our self-esteem and our mental health. This is how I feel. These things seem to be true. But what’s there to do but behave with dignity, keep a nice cell, be polite but firm when Vic asks me to shimmy while wearing a hat, join in at the top of my lungs when the geriatric murderer from Baton Rouge begins his nightly spiritual?

Maybe the God we see, the God who calls the daily shots is merely a sub-god. Maybe there’s a God above this sub-god who’s busy for a few God minutes with something else and will be right back and when he gets back will take the sub-god by the ear and say, “Now look, look at that fat man. What did he ever do to you? Wasn’t he humble enough? Didn’t he endure enough abuse for 1,000 men? Weren’t the simplest tasks hard? Didn’t you sense him craving affection? Were you unaware that his days unraveled as one long bad dream?”

And maybe as this sub-god slinks away, the true God will sweep me up in his arms, saying, “My sincere apologies. A mistake has been made. Accept a new birth as token of my esteem.” And I will emerge again from between the legs of my mother a slighter and more beautiful baby, destined for a different life in which I am masterful, sleek as a deer, a winner.

"The 400 Pound CEO" is in George Saunders’ book of short stories CivilWarLand in Bad Decline.

I have had enough bizarre things happen in my life thus far that I believe I, someday, will learn to treasure the nothingness that comes with death: how refreshing it would be, not being anything anymore.

Likewise, how exhausting would it be to realize that we were living just one lifetime out of many random lifetimes to experience or something else whack like that.

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