Life Is A Rubix Cube
 

I just thought of this yesterday. Its perhaps the most random insightful observation I've ever made. My manager gave me and a coworker mini-rubix cube keychains, the following is a result of these keychains.

life starts out perfect, unblemished (a new rubix cube). we then create our own problems, we hurt people along the way and we fall, many times in the process (mixing up the colors in order to have a puzzle to solve). we then spend the rest of our time trying to resolve those problems, trying to right our wrongs and seeking that initial perfection (trying to get all the colors to match up again).

there it is. that's life. i've passed this observation around to other coworkers and they've totally bought into it.

i want to start a cult now.

Life starts out with you utterly helpless, unable to even feed yourself or clean your own urine and feces off your body. That's your definition of perfect and unblemished?

Cult busted. Now on to Scientology!

And often comes full circle.

Why does everything always come back to urine and feces?

It's "Rubik's Cube", you dolt.

If only life were as easy as a Rubik's Cube.

Come on, get in the spirit!

If this were true, I'll be dead halfway through my life goals.

I fell asleep like 3 words into HA's post.

Probably time to hang up the ol' Hell Atlantic persona before you do any more damage to it.

Unless you were going for lame and not entertaining.

Have yet to solve one that didn't involve ripping it apart or removing the stickers.

I guess getting drunk is the equivalent of peeling off the stickers and putting them in the right places.

this cube is mocking me. i only mixed it up a little bit so i'd have an easy puzzle to solve whenever i wanted, but i must've twisted it a bit too much cuz now its just complete chaos. and now i look at it and it's not going to get solved cuz apparently its going to be about 100 moves to fix this and i don't have the attention span for this. my coworker broke his by "accident" so i think i'm gonna do the same.

It must really break your heart that there are 8-year-olds that can solve your life in under two minutes.

If life were based on your skill at solving a Rubik's cube, I would be set for life.

I have quite a few worthless skills. Talking jittery squirrels down from a tree is another one that I possess.

Because they are great lovers.

HA, I think that notebook might be a better example of "life". It starts empty and meaningless, and eventually its full of shit you would rather have no one know about.

Dude, you got to hook me up with your connection...

Said the RCA cables to the HDMI.

Lacan wants to fight you.

a suicide:

You have pencil crayons?

I thought life is a highway? Has Tom Cochrane been lying to me all these years?

So what's life like for the people that take the stickers off to make life perfect again?

Things a just a teenie tiny bit off depending on how anal they are.