David Fanfic...

Stolen from tzel.
If my life had a fan following (you mean it doesn't?), and people wrote fanfic about me...


1) Who would the slashfic writers pair me with?

2) Who would be in my OT3 with me? *

3) When did I / will I jump the shark?

4) Write a one sentence summary of the story that would win the Best Fanfic Award in my fandom.

* OT3 means "one true threesome". Apparently.

Isn't life great?

I just spent a while hitting the random LJ button, seeing what people who aren't me make on the world. The terrifying thing about it was that in a sizeable proportion of the journals - perhaps 80% of the sites I saw - the first or second post would be a diatribe against small, meaningless problems and setbacks of life, how angry or 'pissed' the poster is, or just a general dissatisfaction with life; ill-thought-out and formless, but just there.

And as usual, people aren't doing anything about these problems, they seem just to be posting about them.

So I got to thinking, and what I got thinking was: Isn't life great?

When you get down to it. It is. Go on, admit it. Life is fantastic. Yeah, yeah, so stuff goes wrong, life never turns out the way you wanted, and frankly feeling like you're lonely and nobody really understands is part of the package of having a frontal cortex. But underlying that there is the astonishing beauty to be found everywhere - in the relections in a drop of water, in the subtle interplays of tone in music, in thoughts and words and subatomic particles the singing of blood in your veins and shiny objects...oooh, shiny objects...

Let's have none of that 'glass: half full or half empty?' nonsense, but lets just consider for a moment how cool it is to get given a glass in the first place, be it as a result of random chance, higher intelligence, or your parents drunkenly having it away.

I've rattled on here before about the vanishingly small statistical chance that you exist, so I won't do that. I'll just look about myself with a vacant, bemused expression and remind myself of just how great existence is, regardless of the things that might not go quite how I might like. No matter how bad things get, surely the feel of the warm sun on your face on a summers day makes it all worthwhile.