In Which Diesel Sweeties Illustrates a Most Excellent and Worthy Belief System for Life
Diesel Sweeties proves yet again that it is a comic to be reckoned with. While I can’t lay claim to being an 8-bit aficionado, I’m old enough to appreciate the sense of nostalgia and irony. But what makes this comic — and any comic, really, for my money — is the writing; great art is great for it’s own sake, but even that can not save a poorly written comic any more than a brilliant cast can save a poorly written film.
But I digress (as is my wont). This comic I’m reposting here because it perfectly sums up my philosophy on life vis à vis relationships. I’m tempted to embark on a rather long diatribe on Rand, objectivism and enlightened self interest, if for no other reason than to amuse myself by pissing off my good friend John. But I’ll save it for some other time.
Let it suffice to say that I think I’ve reached a point in life whereby the thought of embarking on romantic entanglements fills me with … exhaustion. Just doesn’t seem worth the hassle. Past experience? A rich inner life? Middle age? Perhaps some combination of these factors. But recent experience has given me pause to think about these things, which is why this comic struck home.
Of course sex is another matter; I’m not that old yet. Although sometimes I wish I were. But then I’m a dude; I can separate sex, love, and relationships. But then I guess I am old enough to say that sex in and of itself is definitely not worth the hassle of a relationship.
My life experience has been such that I readily acknowledge that irony may be around the corner; existence works in such ways that it wouldn’t surprise me to meet a like-minded woman in the near future, and be forced to look back on these words and consume them like so much crow.
But then I’m not holding my breath. In the meantime, I’ll continue to read the worthy web comic Diesel Sweeties, among others. You should too.