It Always Counts

I recently listened to a girl, parading around her sex life, flat out deny a part of it, declaring that "it didn't count." Bewildered, I told the story to a few friends, expecting them to produce the same reaction I did. Instead, they shared stories of their own friends, who apparently also crossed out meaningful portions of their life that are unflattering to themselves. I get the feeling this phenomena extends itself further than just a few isolated incidents. Sluts everywhere manipulate their past in order to make their own reality more appealing. Would it have counted if it ended differently? How many months pregnant would she have to be for it to have counted? Would it count after a living being crawls out of her vagina, or would you be able to uncount it by immediately proceeding to drown the newborn infant? This philosophy undermines a problematic approach towards life in today's society. Too many people today only put effort into something if it counts for something, or can have some tangible benefit. The problem is, every single second of your life that has occurred so far, is occurring now, or will occur, counts. It doesn't matter if anyone is looking or not. It doesn't matter if it's "just practice." Everything counts. It always counts. Every single second you sit at home watching tv counts. Every relationship you've ever made, no matter how forgettable, counts. Every relationship you've ever had, no matter how abhorrent, counts. And every time you go on a blog searching for self-improvement, reading the same message dressed in different clothing, counts. "Make every moment count," they say. Every moment already counts. The onus is on you to make that moment worth something. Figure things out yourself, in the long run you'll understand it better. Everything in life is based off of one constant: how much work are you willing to put in?