Dyslexic Existentialism

Thanks to Redblur's recommendation, I present to you my fortune cookie:

Your dyslexic existentialism may attract fiends but drive away your friends. Get a cookie from Miss Fortune

Who wrote this fortune: Kierkegaard? Nietzsche? Sartre? Deep Thought? Randomly generated code? (I think not)

I accept and refute that I am dyslexic. If I am dyslexic, it is because I say I am, and at least I'm aware of relative motion. That somebody else should apply that label... I find that humorous; we are all dyslexic. I don't speak of the learning disability in its traditional sense, but of a more universal application. If we each create our own meaning in life, then how could it be anything other than dyslexic? And why should I think that my perception is worth less because I understand and accept that it is relative, skewed, flawed? Of course it's flawed! That's art; that's life.

I rather think I should like to make the acquaintance of a few more fiends. 1) The demon is more interesting than the saint (unless perhaps we are referring to Val Kilmer’s portrayal), 2) the feverishly devoted understand unfaltering commitment, 3) the addicts of the world at least know to what they're addicted, and 4) I'm always up for touching foreheads with a great mind.

And should I drive my friends away, then they are not my friends. Ob la de, c'est la vie.

Thank goodness I create my own meaning in life! :) I wonder what I'll create tomorrow... I'm thinking homemade PlayDo...