Hello, my name is Prince Leo Myshkin and my good friend Billy Pilgrim has tasked me with penning a post. Billy will be indisposed for a few days whilst the medical industrial complex has their way with him. If anyone wishes Billy ill for his past indiscretions or his seeming lack of compassion for those spending the winter at lake pity, your wishes may have come true. It is very difficult for me to imagine anyone wishing Billy ill but it was also very difficult for me to imagine life outside of the Swiss sanatorium that both held me prisoner and occasionally gave me shelter from the electrical storms raging in my head.
Billy has given me carte blanche on enjoy the moment but therein lays the problem. I’ve never been given carte blanche before and I find it very overwhelming. There is a certain comfort in having all your decisions made by others and not having any pressure to be productive or display any intelligence. Being an idiot can be both a curse and a blessing. In the past when I had no freedom, I had many things to say and some of them would probably have made sense. It’s easy to make sense when expectations are low, but can I make sense when expectations are high? I doubt if I’ll ever have an answer to that question because I can't imagine anyone ever having high expectations of me. Billy’s good friend Eliot has said that he has high expectations of me but that doesn't count. Eliot provides unconditional positive support to every living creature on the planet. Eliot once told me Ivan the terrible wasn't such a bad guy.
I will do us all a service by not squandering your valuable time listening to the ramblings of an idiot as I’m sure there is no shortage of idiots in everyone's circle of friends. Are your idiots compassionate christians or are your idiots nihilists? Can a person be both a compassionate christian and a nihilist? Is it possible to be a compassionate christian without a shred of nihilism? I do not pretend to know the answers to these questions. Billy often told me that any nitwit can be philosophical but being happy requires work.
Please remember, you were sick, but now you are well again. And there's work to be done. Goddammit, work at being happy!