Dawg with a Blawg

I am happy to report that I’m feeling much healthier now than I did at the start of the weekend. Most of my cold symptoms have gone away and my decision making skills seem to be getting better as well. This weekend was tiring but a lot of great things have come from it. Quality time with loved ones, genius business ideas and my new found love for football. This weekend has also left me with some questions though. Some related to space, some having to do with my incredible sense of humor, and some regarding the existential crisis that seems to be happening within me. Let’s dive in to each one.

My first question is what would happen if I shot a gun in space? Would the bullet go anywhere? Would the gun even work? Would the sun explode? Someone please let me know because I’ve been wondering for like two whole hours.

Something else I’ve been wondering about is how far I should be willing to take a bit or a joke before I start to care about the way it affects my life. How far is too far when it comes to making myself laugh? Let’s say hypothetically, I go on a date. I go on a date and I order some ribs, and as I’m eating these ribs, I look at my date and I say, “What animal is this?” Naturally, he says it’s pig. Then, I launch into a rant about how everything is pig. “Bacon, ham, Canadian bacon, pork obviously, but more specifically, pulled pork. Hot dogs maybe in some way? And now ribs? Everything is pig.” Then for the rest of the night I proceed to ask, “What animal is this?” about everything on the table. The response I get to this doesn’t necessarily matter. What matters is that I have done my “Everything Is Pig” rant. That is a bit that I created this weekend that I absolutely need to see through on every date I go on from now until eternity. Should I care about the consequences of this? Should I care that this bit has the potential to mess with my life because it will make no sense at all to the other person and may alter the way they view me? Or should I continue to live my life by doing anything for the bit because I enjoy a good laugh? I guess my real question is this: Can I find true love while also pretending that my life is just one big Tim Robinson skit?

That brings me to the subject of my last question. My life. My future. My final question is this: what am I doing? What am I working towards? Where will I end up? Where do I want to live my life? What’s happening? I guess that’s more than one question. I don’t know if those can be considered existential or if they’re more of just a general state of confusion. I feel like existential is more along the lines of “What is the meaning of my life?” or “What is the meaning of me?” but I know those answers. The meaning of my life is to love and laugh and care for others. It’s to spread joy and make the people around me feel loved and worthy and understood to the best of my ability. That’s what I am meant to do. It’s what I’m good at doing. Nothing existential about that. I guess I’m just searching for the best way to do this and questioning where I may be best suited to do it. There’s a lot happening behind the scenes of Dawg With A Blawg right now and I feel like I’m just a little bit lost. I’m never going to die though, so I’ve got plenty of time to figure it out.

To recap, I am looking for answers on the following: 1. Can I shoot a pistol at the moon? 2. Will someone, someday, appreciate the way that I am and also tell me if this is cow, pig, or something else entirely that I’m eating? And 3. What do I do? If you have answers to any or all of these, please leave it in the comments or give me a handwritten poem with the answer.

I hope you wake up with genuine happiness and gratitude in your heart. Try to spread some love and joy in the next 24 hours and remember that you are wonderful and deserve every beautiful thing you want in life!

Stay curious, Dawgs ❤