What if hell is not hot? What if hell is freezing?
I'm only asking this because I am much more miserable when I'm freezing than when I am burning up.
I know this makes me a certain kind of person because there are lots of people who prefer the cold to the heat.
Personally, I think those people are out of their fucking minds.
As long as I have thought about hell, I have imagined that if it existed, it wouldn't necessarily be hot or cold.
I would think that hell would be more about the constant torturing of every atom of your body.
Like, let's say you were in hell. I feel like every one of your atoms would be constantly electrocuted while also being subjected to a massive change in temperature constantly.
In other words, hell would seem to be a place where you would be at maximum discomfort, and that would necessitate your being frozen all the time and burning up all the time, not just one or the other.
I don't really believe that there is a hell.
However lately, I have been wondering if our life on this Earth is hell, because nothing is ever right.
Did you ever watch that TV show called “The Good Place?”
SPOILER ALERT:
On “The Good Place," the main characters are always unhappy but always striving to be happy, and everything that is kind of good is not great, such as the lack of ice cream, however they do have frozen yogurt.
It's like they are constantly being tortured because of their hopes and desires for a better existence in a place that will never give that to them.
I feel like life on Earth is much like the life of the main characters on "The Good Place.” We are ever striving toward a perfect temperature and a perfect comfort and a perfect excitement and a perfect love and a perfect friendship and a perfect job and a perfect sleep and a perfect orgasm and a perfect meal and a perfect face and a perfect body and a perfect everything.
We are all competing for unachievable values. How is that not hell?
I am well aware of friends of mine who will say that they are not seeking perfection but that they just want things to be good enough. I'm not sure I believe them. I mean, I guess if your life is crappy enough then you are praying for a fairly average life, or a life featuring less suffering.
So maybe they are telling the truth.
Anyway, my whole point is that I have been thinking about the temperature of my life in the wintry desert of Las Vegas, and I am constantly cold here.
I love Las Vegas, because it's the only place I have ever felt like I was home, other than Amsterdam. I love tourist towns because people are on their best behaviors as out-of-control hedonists who are fairly carefree and who talk to strangers and want to have a lot of sex and drugs and booze and sleep … so I don't know how that's not the perfect existence which happens only on vacation for most people.
Wait, I got off track.
So I have been thinking about how cold it gets here in Las Vegas, and how I can't get any work done when it gets cold.
So I have my central heater on 81 degrees Fahrenheit, and I have a space heater on, and I'm wearing fuzzy socks and cozy pajamas and a shirt and a hoodie.
It takes just a tremendous amount of heat and clothes to get my atoms warm enough so that I can even move around and get things done.
This is dumb.
But there's nothing I can do about it except continue to try to heat myself up all the damn time.
So I am laying here as a finally warm human being and I am contemplating the existence of a hell afterlife.
I do not want to go to hell, even though I don't believe in hell (unless it's life on Earth), and I just feel like hell is a cold motherfucking place, but also a hot place, but also a place where you get electrocuted all the time.
I guess I'm saying hell is the opposite of Las Vegas which would make Las Vegas … heaven?
