How long is too long for an orgasm? Most males get a good 5 seconds, 10 if we're lucky. Then there's the pig. They say the pig cums for 30 minutes. There are some out there, I'm sure, that envy the pig's supposed 30 minute nut. Not me.
I started thinking about this in the shower when, AGAIN, trying to wrap my bacon around the fillet of infinity. Eternity. FOR-E-VER. (i sure hope you've seen The Sandlot)
Try and try and try as I might, or even do, I just can't grasp the concept of eternal life. It just doesn't make sense to me.
Heaven everlasting. The ultimate gift.
This is the reward for ignoring my critical thinking skills? This is the reward for ignoring mountains of evidence to the contrary of all the creator myths?(the ones I'm aware of anyway) This is the reward for accepting, or at least SAYING that I accept, some old Jewish guy from the bronze age as my savior? For being grateful that he died, even though he didn't really die and actually got to be God afterward, for my sins? Well... not MY sins, I had yet to be born.
Imagine for a moment, that your next orgasm didn't stop. Imagine you're on top of your ladie, or fella, or *gulp* pet, and you begin to climax. Whoa! It just keeps going and going. This what it must feel like to do heroin! Judging from what I've seen in movies.
5 minutes later...
MY GOD! Ssss sssss ssstill going OH JESUS!
I don't know exactly when this would stop feeling great, and I'm sure it would vary from person to person to... pet. I'm just going to go ahead and assume that after a month or maybe even six months this would stop feeling great and be more like torture. I'd welcome a good stiff kick to the temple if only to distract me from the, save me from the, relieve me of this never ending bliss.
It's contagious. Everyone's next orgasm get's a swift kick into outer space. Suicide rates go through the roof, or plummet from the roof, however you want to look at it. Doctor Ruth loses her fucking midget mind. The end is cumming.
People try to do their jobs. Construction comes to a screaming halt. Hypochondriacs loose their audience. Phone sex operators become redundant. Maligned even. Porn directors fight for the publishing rights of traffic cameras.
Even if it lasted my entire life, there would at least be and end. It would end eventually.
wait... what was my point?
Oh yeah!
Who the fuck wants to live forever? For ever and ever and ever and ever. It would literally never end. What the fuck would you do with yourself? Even if the afterlife was finite, maybe a million years, I'd have to give it some serious thought. A million years is an incredibly long period of time, but eternity NEVER STOPS! (i supposed the constant gardener would like it)
So, you get to heaven, as long as you've pretended to believe in God(thank you, Pascal) now what?
Hey, it's my grandma and grandpa! All my previous pets!
Me: Hey PeeWee(my cat), how the hell did you get here?
Cat answers: Only persons and or personified/anthropomorphized things get here. You thought of me as your friend so I get to be here... forever. Same with your first car, betsy. Thanks.
Betsy: BEEP!
Me: So, the 300,000 species of beetles...
Cat: dead.
Me: But, dogs and cats...
Cat: go to heaven because you humans like them. I'm sure Jane Goodall is dodging small hands full of ape shit as we speak.
Me: she's dead?
Cat: You've been here for 10,000 years.
Well, it's been great seeing all of these people. I really love my grandma. And she really loves her dog. Man do I hate that fucking yappy, angry, shivering, little freak animal. If you own a chihuaua, kill yourself. Or wait, don't!
So, if I want to spend time with grandma I have to put up with BunnyBell. Great.
Wait... who's fucking heaven is this?
Anyway, what do I do now? I've seen everyone that I want to see, and been subjected to the people that THEY like but who I wish we're still alive.
Now what? I'd be happy or at least content if I knew that I could just ride this out. Get a new afterlife-quality hobby or something, but this isn't going to end. Period. Question mark?
shit.
God has just informed me, in an attempt to stave off cabin fever or space madness or whatever I'm getting, that my perception of time is quite different. Every second that passes is actually 1,000 years on earth. So... there's that.
Wait wait wait! It doesn't matter how quickly time passes because it still never ends! It could be a millions years per second and it wouldn't make a difference, it would just get more crowded faster. It's like the fucking twilight zone. Like I'm stuck is some loop, except Rod Serling never steps in. This is madness!
Everything must have an end. Not because it's some stupid new agey law, but because nothing is good in perpetuity. Even those blissfull little moments when I'm shotting my DNA all over some unfortunate wife of mine. It has to end.
"Mommy, does the Ebola virus go to heaven?"