Comedy or Tragedy?

Ever wondered whether or not you are simply stuck in a Tragedy or Comedy?

Life is a play to be acted out on the world stage with everyone watching and criticsing. Wondering which way you are going to turn next, enter stage right, will he end up in the final act with the lead damsel in distress wrapped with her legs around his waist or instead lying there on the stage floor having been stabbed by his bestfriends around him? The curtain then draws down across the stage with it's ever resounding finality and the public so enthralled by what they had seen, wonder back off into the busy streets around them, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened and whether or not that has affected them in anyway shape or form. Often in the noughties or the teenies as we are about to enter, the answer is a resounding: NO. Perhaps that's a tragedy in itself.

Tragedy or Comedy: the older I get and the increasing amount of days that whizz past me I wonder.

So let's start with the comedy in this hypothetical, life-changing analogy that no-one will ever read but it would be rude not to contribute to the world just because I assume that no-one could care less. The irony of it all is that it could well be the case that due to pumping out words into the never-ending ethos of the internet, where words don't actually mean anything anymore - it almost renders anything said absolutely useless. Back to the first question: Ironic Comedy or Unequivocal tragedy?

Indeed, as we all walk through the streets and look at the dregs of society trotting through the high streets, listening to the drivel that is pumped out of the nearest HMV or Primark, is there anyone out there who has any idea what it's all about? We are all being fed the same rubbish from music marketing companies, PR film management firms and the worst of all the press releases that through spnsorship now dictate what our newspapers and tv channels produce.

Ergo, the tragedy is that no-one even realises that everyone from Tescos to Habitat, ITV to fucking Simon Cowell (the subject of another blog on the Twenty-first century Maccheavellian prick)are pushing at us what we would should say, think and buy.

The ultimate tragedy is that we will all march to our own inevitable lonely deaths, without ever having made a decision.

Thus, is it comedy that there is someone looking down or up, hell even across laughing at our own naivety or a tragedy that we don't even realise it.

Fuck it could be both. Tragic.