Hey! Fuck!

Okay, blogees.. It's explicatory time. Some of you may be a little "weirded out", "freaked", or made just plain "uncomfortable" by some of my posts. No, not by the "fuck, fuck, cuntity-cunt!" posts, but by the "the darkness has descended, oh weary world where is it I belong?" type posts. Rest easy, my readers. Serious Bastard has a complicated mindscape. All people, thinking people, have that complicated area in their mind that feels somewhat uncertain. Most normally socialized intelligent people learn to keep that area private. Others, like... say.. teenagers and the Serious Bastard.. still let it spill into the public realm on occasion. Though, the definite difference between Serious Bastard and a teenager is that Serious Bastard understands "the realm". Serious Bastard may sound despondent from time to time, but he is no blubbering fool. Serious Bastard has no need to pretend that the world really is simple, pretty and silly like a little puppy. Yet, he is not so stupid as to be wholly caught up in self-indulgent destitution.

Here are Serious Bastard's recommendations:

Take comfort in absurdity. Don't be let down by irrationality or illogical thinking (even in yourself). Fall in love. Pick flowers. And, from time to time, use shockingly filthy language.

That's it, readers. One, essentially, must make the world into a silly little puppy. Any other approach, like say, pretending the world is really, truly normal or simple, just requires one to become fairly dull minded. (If one desires that, then, well, Serious Bastard has nothing for you.)