Choices. Boo?

There are many questions in life. That's something one can be sure of. Every hour spent conscious, there has to be at least one thought of a question on your mind. Like perhaps, "Am I fat?" or maybe, "Why are you so fat?" or even just, "Has an hour passed yet so I can prove this theory inaccurate?"

There are questions whose answers come easily. "Is Min Jun fat?" or "Does Sylvia have a porcupine stuck to her butt?", for example. They come to those lucky ones who need not be burdened by contemplation, as the answers are rather obvious.

On the other hand, there are some whose answers could never be known or are yet to be uncovered by man. These include questions such as, "When will I die?" or "When will Danny die?" or perhaps, "Are grasshoppers really gonna take over the world?" Like the first type, these questions don't really burden one at present as time is sure to reveal the answer.


However, the most annoying of questions are the ones whose answers are neither clear nor impossible to solve. They're the ones which force you to think real hard but, however much you torture your brain and yourself, you still can't find the right answer. Because there is no right answer, and all the choices are wrong. And ignoring the situation or pinching yourself won't help.

Take this scenario for example. You are stuck in a deserted island surrounded by salt water with Orlando Bloom and a burger. There's nothing else in the island except well, Orlando Bloom, the burger, infertile soil, sand and yourself. You are famished. Would you a) eat the burger and watch Orlando Bloom die of hunger , or b) give the burger to Orlando Bloom and you die?

And what if you love both Orlando Bloom and the burger, which you named Hamlet?

That's not even the point! If you eat the burger, you'll get thirsty, and there's no fresh water source anywhere. And you'll still die. However, if you give Orlando Bloom Hamlet, you'll get hungry, and there's still the risk that you'll turn cannibal. Which is disgusting. But either way, you'll still die.

But you can't kill yourself, because Orlando Bloom loves you. And that would hurt Orlando Bloom. And he'll die alone and afraid. You wouldn't want that.

And you can't throw Hamlet away, because Orlando's hungry. He wouldn't want you to waste Hamlet.

And you can't divide Hamlet, because Hamlet would feel violated. And what if you don't divide it exactly in two 'cause it's difficult to be precise? Who's gonna get the bigger piece?

My point is...well, I don't actually have one. What I wanted to blog about was Liverpool.

Indeed, they lost against Manchester United. But who cares. I still love Liverpool.