Why mistakes are human and why we keep making them
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There have probably been 25 million articles and stories written about mistakes, from birth to nutrition to pornography and that time they did cocaine and enjoyed it more than they thought they did (truly, if you scour the interwebs, you’ll find all sorts of stories).
In fact, everybody seems to enjoy other people’s mistakes, from musicians like Keith Richards (who is somehow still alive despite the high alcohol and drug consumption), to comedians like Richard Pryor (who roasted himself in a set where he said he set himself on fire while freebasing), to actors like Cary Grant (whose last films were done when he was taking acid), and the list can go on.
Bill Hicks has a joke about Jim Fixx, an American runner who became famous for his healthy lifestyle and wanting people to run because they live longer like that, but also died having a heart-attack while out on a jog. And Bill says something like “How is it possible that guys like me and Keith Richards, who drink, smoke, do drugs, party into the night, live longer than than a guy who does everything by the book?”
Indeed, how?
I reckon it to the bad boy-nice guy syndrome in women.
Women say they want nice guys that are respectful, have some money, and don’t cheat.
But they get bored of that and go to bad boys who treat them like shit, make them pay for whatever, and sleep around whenever.
If you’re reading this and you’re going “But that doesn’t make any sense.”
No. Neither does life.
It’s about excitement, the adrenaline rush, and the need to not be good all the time. Because, in the end, how good can you be, man?
If you want to talk religion, The Devil was the angel that turned into the apple-persuading snake to Eve. Did Eve like that apple? Hell yeah. Did she pay for it because the boss didn’t like it? Of course. It’s called being a salty sonofabitch.
Look at Jesus (who now appears to be darker and darker in skin tone). He was a goody two-shoes who did everything right. He made people drunk, he gave them bad carbs, and he came back to life. And some jackass called Judas said “You know what, this guy is having so much fun, I want me some of that.” In came the boys in skirts, with a…
