The Onion continues to amuse (and amaze). Except this story actually comes disturbingly close to hitting a nerve.
I always thought that if I kept searching and exploring, I’d discover who I truly was,” said Speth from his Wrigleyville efficiency. “Well, I looked deep into the innermost recesses of my soul, I plumbed the depths of my subconscious, and you know what I found? An empty, windowless room the size of an aircraft hangar. From now on, if anybody needs me, I’ll be sprawled out on this couch drinking black-cherry soda and watching Law & Order like everybody else.
All that time—a whole life—wasted on a wild-goose chase.
Slightly creeped out.
Honestly, The Onion’s a bit of a weird place to discover a perfectly well-digested creed for post-existentialists. Incidentally, they link to another story that forms a perfect adjunct.
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“I can’t believe how many creative-writing courses I’ve taken, how many expensive sessions with every conceivable type of therapist,” Speth said
bwahahahaha.
good article.
Great comment on it from you.
hmm… which is why I never went searching for myself in the first place. You should get a T-shirt that says “Gone in search of myself. If you spot me please hold me down so I can come get myself”