This is just a little April Fool’s Day shit post.

I have a hatred of deepities. Deepities, for the uninitiated, are statements that at first glance seem deep, but if you actually look at them carefully, you notice that they start to fall apart. Deepities are everywhere in our popular thinking, and for reasons I can’t understand people take them much more seriously that those thoughts which are actually well considered.

The other day I came across a little deepity in a book I was reading. A motivational book, of course.

“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.”

Mark Twain

To whit, my response to that is simple, but not very illuminating.

“My parents had sex.”

Okay, yea, that is a line ripped off from Wednesday Addams. But, of course, the point holds. And I would prefer the less magical realism than some wishy washy idea that suggest I may be greater than I am. I don’t remember the exact day it dawned on me that my parent’s must have had sex, but franly, I don’t think it was a very meaningful day, nor nearly as important as the day I was born. That this came from a self-help book is pretty shameful. I am not helped by this at all!

Happy April Fools’, assholes!