....and get back on my feet so I can tear shit up!" - DMX
I've been slipping. I've found myself thinking about the unimportant things again. Namely, life, my future, social dynamics, philosophy and the investigation of truth. So, that's my cue to blog, and get it all off my chest...or at least the bulk of what I can remember.
Importance is a funny concept. What really is important? Just now I named a few "unimportant" facets of existence, and a few of you surely said, "Come again?" or at least I hope that my having referred to life and philosophy as unimportant struck a chord with you. All of the aforementioned are topics that I feel will always be important in an ultimate sense, or in the grand scheme of things. But one by one, I've come to realise that they can all be really unimportant on a day-to-day basis. In other words, I more or less feel that issues of such a grand nature are so much less pressing to the bulk of us in this day and age, so focusing a lot of thought on them is a waste of time. More correctly, focusing a lot of thought on them, is a large investment of time that we can't afford.
The investigation of truth is moreso a journey for those who have time, because truth is very elusive, and for those of us with more pressing issues, I suggest you attned to those first. Forget whether or not your friends, peers and family are being truthful, it can be the case where truth itself is th ultimate liar. Everything's relative, a stangnant principle like truth fails to account for that. Ask yourself truthfully, "Who am I?" any day this week, then ask yourself the same question tomorrow and tell me if you get the same answer; the same exact answer! If you do, I feel sorry for you, if you don't, then you're coming close to realising the true nature of truth. So as truth changes from day to day, and minute to minute, the truly noble and dedicated of the philosopher kings is hot on the pursuit despite all obstacles. I, on the otherhand, have two midterms in about 2 weeks, and some other shit to do. (I shouldn't distance myself from philosophers, I am one. I promise, just another year and a half and I can get back to some real philosophizing!)
As the we proceed from truth and lies to friends and social dynamics, I start by mentioning that I've come to really enjoy the phrase "Ignorance is bliss!" It's simply best for me not to think too hard about my relationships with my friends. I can't believe it had to come out of Vin Diesel's mouth but it has its merit: "There aint nobody that wouldn't hurt you, if it could help them." Shocked, appauled and insulted? I bet. Deservedly so? I bet not. Let's be real here. When we were kids, they asked us what we wanted to be in life, not what we wanted to do in life. These are the days of mass-individualism and the pursuit of self. Marriage, communism, community in general, religion, fellowship, are all institutions which run contrary to individualism, and they're all having a hard time nowadays! But how could they? How could they, when we spend the days deciding, "What I want in a wife/husband?" As if to say that 'speical someone' was really put on this earth solely to serve as a commodity for my enjoyment, and as a means to provide for my offspring? The more pressing question would be, "What I want in a marriage?" And if the answer to that is anything less than impressive, then you're doing somebody a disservice. Aside: I'm a hypocrit, I know. Who am I to mock Vin's capacity for making a poignant remark, just because he's big, muscle bound and shaves his head, when I am not much different. And truthfully it was the writers of 'Knockaround Guys' who came up with the quote. So I apologize, Vin.
There was something really important that I wanted to say, but I lost my train of thought. I'll save it for a future blog. But like I said, what's really important anyway? Anyway, it's a good thing I lost it; I have an assignment to do anyhow. I gots to get up!
But wait: I can't finish a blog without making a grose generalization about women in general, and their methods of thinking. This year, the colour Pink was the fashionable colour for men to wear. Arguably the most immasculating colour out there, challenged only by a pastel yellow, or purhaps a bright purple. My objection with the colour pink has more to do with my feeling that pink is simply red with the life sucked out of it. But what bothers me about this trend is the new female craze with feminine men. Back in the day, and by back in the day I refer to when I was not yet a man, your average dude was skinny and a little athletic. He probably had the beatboxer breakdancing type body. So girls turned their eyes to the muscle-bound strapping men like Antonio Banderas, Fabio, Arnold, etc. So right then in the 90s all the guys started lifting weights and using the Ab-roller and they were pumped up! So, as a retort, girls changed their desires to the slender-muscled bodies of your Johnny Depps and Justin Timberlakes. So men, plagued with the need to please women went on teh Atkins diet and traded in their home weight machines treadmills and played cardiovascular sports. (Thankfully, from that soccer became increasingly popular here in North America! Yay!) All was calm, but girls love drama. So now girls have taken the extra step in making it impossible for men to please them... they started liking 17 year old frail looking boys, and older men who wear the lightest of pinks. I love soccer, and will continue to workout so as to continue to play soccer. But given the choice, I'd make every effort to look like a 40-year old man's man, for no other reason then to spite womankind for their treachery!!! Yes, I am indeed single.
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