Friday, January 29, 2010

Greetings Traveler!

Whatever happened to the days where people walking by each other could still casually greet each other? Have we become so estranged that we have to cower from the thought of waving to a stranger? Or saying, "Have a nice day"? Countless times I have been scolded by friends for being too outgoing. It's not hard to walk up to someone and ask how they're doing. There's nothing weird about it either. We have too many bottled up people too afraid or too stuck up their own ass to even be courteous with strangers anymore.

This seems worse in the north of the United States. People ignore each other's existence while walking to work or riding a bus, just mindless shells transporting a sleeping mind. Having lived in the south for a short period I find that there really is such a thing as "southern hospitality". Its good to walk down the road and meet new people just by friendly greetings. Not often will you pass a stranger on a deserted sidewalk and not get at least a hello. I love the north, but we need to work on being such shy bitches and look each other in the eye.

Go wave to all the cars passing by.

High five people on the sidewalk.

Talk to the people in the car next to you at stoplights.

Stop being a pussy.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

What gets you hard?

In this life you will have problems. Some you will bring upon yourself. These urges you can't control, I understand. From drug addicts, to alcoholics, to sexual deviants, we all have the capability for addiction.

The problem with an addict is they always want a little bit more of a good thing, or bad. When you're always looking for that greener pasture its hard to appreciate what you have, or to appreciate having nothing at all. There's a reason why so many drug addicts overdose, or alcoholics die from alcohol poisoning. They always need more. They just want a little extra smack to make them feel just a little bit better. When you get bored with yourself and the world, these things happen.

How do you get high? What makes you hard? I shoot up with writing and philosophy. (Not saying I don't smoke pot, it's just I don't hit the hard drugs) How about you? Come on, it's okay, just ask yourself that. What is your passion? You have to figure out what makes you feel alive.

I find most addicts are people who just haven't found what really gets them hard. They use drugs or sex as a substitute because they can't find their purpose. They can't find that one thing that makes their life worthwhile. Or they have to hide themselves from the world because what makes them happy might be a little fucked up to the rest of us. I have to be honest, if all I had to do was grind out a paycheck each week without knowing who I am and knowing what makes me happy, I would shoot up too.

Everyone has this common enemy. No one thinks of it as evil but as an ordinary thing. What really drives people to addiction and several other horrible acts is boredom. Boredom is what makes us interact. It makes us crave that drug called attention. If we were happy just playing in our own heads all day like crazy people we wouldn't need anybody.

This is why I envy the completely insane. I know I'm crazy, but I mean the really fucked up people. The people that just love to sit and talk to themselves for hours, God knows what kind of fun shit they are doing up in that head. If you ask me, not giving a shit about this world because you have your own, that's pretty fucking special. I'd do it in a heartbeat.

You have to find beauty in needing nothing at all; to be at peace with emptiness. To have that feeling that nothing can touch you because you have nothing to lose.

That's a feeling you don't have to be crazy to feel. Sure some people think it's crazy to not value your own life, but why value a life with nothing in it? If you let go, everything seems trivial and anything is a game.

Life is like a shitty girlfriend. She can be great at times but if you slip up even a little she threatens to leave you. Now imagine staring that bitch in the face and telling her it doesn't matter if she leaves you or not because you could care less.

My outlook is to enjoy life while you have it. Life can be a bitch, but you don't have to be sad when she goes walking out on you.

An addiction just makes you want to hang on to her.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Homo Sapien.

We are a wonderful species. Filled with potential and wisdom that puts the rest of the animals of Earth to shame. All of us slightly differentiated from each other through interests and appearance.

But, lets take a look at the human mind. Though fraught with layers of intelligence and personality, we are all the same at our core. If we better understand each other's core, then we can take our first step towards a new outlook and a new life. I know I sound like a new age hippy douchebag, but I can only assure you that I am not.

Try to take my word for it.

Some people think to be a good philosopher, or to be wise, you have to suffer. On that subject, I wouldn't say I'm an expert, but let's just say my life hasn't been sunshine, lollipops, and kittens. If you're reading this still you've probably had a similar situation. Happy people don't go to whackos for advice. But who wants to be normal anyways?

Let's break it down. People are all basically the same. I know you might not think so, and yes there are differences, but on the basest level there's not one among us who thinks any different.

Everyone cares about what others think about them too much. Everyone just wants a little bit of attention. Who doesn't want to make their mark? To drift through time completely unnoticed by anyone? If you say you do, you are probably lying.

I know a few people will be angry about what I just said. Those so-called "different" people who "don't give a fuck about anyone". The truth is, if you really didn't give a shit, you wouldn't be trying so hard to be different. I have no problem with what you want to do with your life, just don't lie and say you don't want the attention.

In example: Tattoos

I have tattoos, a lot of people do. Lots of real die-hard fans of them will get ink that covers their entire body. Using them to represent what they stand for, their heritage, and experiences in their lives. If you have one, you know you didn't get it to stare at yourself, you want others to see. Why not? That's why I have mine. My problem is when people get something outrageous like "fuck" on their forehead and then try to say "I'm just expressing myself." You my friend are full of shit. You are just expressing what you think "normal people" would find offensive, or shocking. You just want your little marks to make yourself different, to make you special.

This life means nothing if we don't interact. This life means nothing without that attention.

What I want you to take from this passage is deep down we are all the same child craving that attention. That acknowledgment that you exist.

This is the first step to letting go because once you realize why the person that is torturing you, beating you, raping you, etc. is just as scared as you are of dying nameless, then you start to see the funny side. No one is superior deep down.

So keep your head up, because that just means they are as desperate for love as you.

No matter what you do to stand out, you have to remember that you aren't being you. You are being what you think most people aren't, for that drug we call attention. That doesn't make you special. That makes you a liar, to yourself.

The Machine.

Let's take a moment to explain why I find it important to let go of certain things.

Let's discuss something I call "The Machine".

Not unlike animals, we all have some basic primal knowledge. Like how birds migrate and salmon return to the same spawning pool they were born to reproduce, we are just born with the same knowledge. Our instincts.

I can't help but get this feeling that we are all connected. Fragments of something bigger, slowly rebuilding itself to its former glory. With each life a little more experience goes into this machine. With every minute of suffering comes wisdom. Each person, another part of the machine.

The problem is that we don't know what we are working toward. Mankind is capable of great things but with more technology comes a larger detachment from what we really are. Animals. Animals stick to the herd and do what they were born to do. They have nothing more important to do than survive and continue the species.

We, being sentient and possessing the knowledge to dominate other species, no longer fear nature and the food chain. We have become so bored with just existing that we constantly invent more shit just to be entertained.

Just being alive isn't good enough anymore. These computers, televisions, and cell phones distract us from each other and instead introduce us to manufactured humans. These representations on television and the internet are not real people but what certain people want you to think are real. These manufactured humans are designed to mold you to so-called "normal" living. To spend your money on more stupid fucking distractions.

We need to reunite with each other. To find our larger purpose. More people should do what they want to do instead of what they should do. I believe if you are happy with what you are doing with your life you are fulfilling your part in this machine. The reason I'm writing these things is to wake you up and make you a real animal again. A real person again. No longer manufactured but a repaired fragment of that broken machine.

Once we let go we can find each other.

Once we let go we can remake ourselves.

Once we let go we can remake our worlds.

Once we let go, we will know our purpose again.

Professor, may I use the bathroom?

Ok class. Take a seat. Time to talk about Earth.

The 3rd planet from the sun, gifted with the only sentient life in our solar system. Yet, with something so special, evil seems to taint it, so it cannot last too long.

Unlike most Professors, I'm not here to mold your mind, but to unshape it. There are people that mold your mind your whole life. They shape it to what they consider 'normal'. Teachers, parents, governments, the clergy. I'm not saying all of these people are bad people. In most cases they are trying to help. I'm just saying this world doesn't run like a well oiled machine.

Go to school and you'll get a good job. Eat your vegetables and you'll be big and strong. Listen to the governments "experts" and the economy will run fine. Go to church and be a good person and rewards will follow, you may even get into that VIP section in the sky.

That's all nice to hear, but do you think it always works out that way? Truth is not everything works out perfectly in this world. There are homeless people with college degrees, vegetarians who get cancer, the economy is falling apart, and good people get the shaft while backstabbers and whores reap the benefits. But the fact is if you look at the world through a different perspective even watching it burn can be enjoyable.

I'm not saying genocide or struggling families are funny. The fact we live this way disgusts me. But I'm going to ask you something. In the scope of things, does it really matter? Let it go and do something for yourself, or join an organization that focuses on the ones that want to join. Not everyone else.

You know what I mean. You can't change the world. You cannot stop greed and ambition. It will never be the perfect society you want, but you can at least be civil with others of like mind. Just let the notion that the whole planet with join hands and sing "Kum Bay Ya" go.

Not only that, but is what everyone thinks is so important really matter? Your homes, your cars, your things, your uncomfortable relationships because you don't want to act "stupid" or "weird". Let go of all of those feelings of needing to be normal. Of needing that new car because its "cool". Focus on living. Good living, connecting with people you hardly know sometimes just because you don't care what they think about you and they don't care what you think about them. We're just killing time with these distractions. In a few million years, will anyone know the human race existed?

This isn't some anarchist statement or saying that its ok to fuck with people for no reason. I'm just inviting you to take a look at things a little differently. It's time to laugh off those horrible things happening to you. It's time for a new beginning.

The Beginning.

I am going insane. At least that's what they tell me.

Maybe this will just be incoherent rambling, but I like to think there's a "method to my madness". This is the most literal use of that phrase I've ever encountered.

I'm writing this not for the mainstream, but for those who aren't afraid to think outside the norm. Most people will turn away from this blog in disgust. Many will think I'm just crazy. (And rightly so) But, a select few may read it like scripture. Not to be confused with religion, this blog focuses on life, not the afterlife.

This is a fresher outlook on a world that is letting us down. A new outlook on yourself and the people around you. Throw out those skeletons in your closet and start something new. Or just pass this off as some madman's ravings. It is your decision.

Keep reading, and see just how crazy I really am.