Martians and Murphy

Murphy was wrong in being right really, for if he was right he would be wrong in the first place. But then again I think Murphy was pretty close to being right. Atleast here in Mars we see the most probable cause of why the toast always lands on the buttered side and why most often than not it takes all to make the world and you end up with all the alls.
I think the case of goodwill and luck is highly over rated, I do accept that the possible reasons for this lie in that fact that Martians love a good scapegoat. Lets be fair don't we all. Here is how a humble non alien sees it, if we stopped complaining then the fun of failing would be stripped off from the shelf and we would all hate to fail. But what most of all don't really realize is that failing is fun, when else can you indulge in a big scoop of self pity that is drenched in a shallow sense that you did not put in the effort and it was worth it. If the world was stripped of failure then doing well just wouldn't cut it anymore would it? It is easier to be in the shallower end of the gene pool really, atleast then you have probable cause for people not to expect things from you. Free from the burden of expectation you can then proceed to manifest your life in what would otherwise be classified as something that lets people down. If people don't expect then people are not let down. If people are not let down then you can basically live as though life was one big game of Calvin ball.
Wake up all you Martians out there, we have something similar in the real world, they are all sheep, ask the kiwi im sure the scrawny little bird knows all about the quadruped which sits around all day eating grass and churning out hair which they eventually end up processing into insulating vests which are in reality really itchy and uncomfortable.
Today Mars was warm, warm enough to actually question the point of having three moons if the only night you ever see in every four years. The people of mars center themselves around this analogy. They live their lives focused on goals. Goals, each on some skewed orbit that moves all around the place in a pattern that ensures that it is just out of reach. Martians are all stuck in one large inconvenience store. Trying to reach the suds that are placed right next to the duds in the shelf that is beyond that reach of the tallest pair of stilts (of which exactly two exist in the whole planet).
Its time for me to jump of this planet and as I place my thumb out into the thin air, I once again fail to catch 22 and all I am stuck with is a dilapidated sense of something that is going drastically wrong. As everything is illuminated and all bad things are good for me I must say I am still struggling with the meaning of 42. As I propound on this extremely complicated algorithm (whilst flunking the real math exam) , I step on the most profound discovery yet. There is always time to change because there is so much time especially when you are extremely bored and pointless. I have decided that counting sheep just don cut it anymore, instead from today I shall take a greater and more moral stance in life, whereby I shall count Martians instead. Look at the progress I have made, I have moved from quadrupeds to Bipeds, who still wear insulating vests two degrees north of the equator.

Hobbes to Calvin when Calvin published his Hiku
"Art is often not appreciated enough, even if the creator is always on the right."