Confessional Tangents

I have a lot going on in my mind. Much like the Sylvia Plath's bee box. Like her, I will set the bees, or thoughts, free in a series of tangents as follows:

On Boredom (as well as other things):

I acknowledge that everything is progressive and always in motion. I believe that time is non-existent and is a man-made measurement to track the progression of action. The world around me, the sphere I consider to be of what I know and what affects me has been injected with a potentially lethal virus that has corrosively spread to every reach of my existence. It's called ennui. Lately, I find people incredibly boring. They excessively drone about some inconsequential, insignificant detail of their lives and somehow make it into an hour long story. But they don't stop there, they then continue to relay the story to all that comes in their path, and if you're unlucky enough to be caught with them when they are presented with the opportunity to repeat the story, they will. This is all for attention. Then you have those who vocalize anything negative that has happened to them. Even the smallest things like "I forgot an umbrella and it was drizzling," or "my mom is calling me again, this is the second time today," become the most dramatic and tragic issues. These people walk and talk as if they are the embodiment of Murphy's Laws, meaning, these people are just looking for pity. One could argue that I could go to any form of a large social gathering and be remedied of the boredom induced by the attention and pity seekers, as both prey during more intimate situations, but I declare that solution false. People are boring at large social gatherings as well. To hypothesize a most realistic situation in accordance to my sphere, being a college student in a smaller town, a typical house party will act as such. There, you encounter the person who tries to drink too much to feel more comfortable at the party. They will mingle, perhaps dance until embarrassment immobilizes them, probably make an ass of themselves, and then leave alone or with a next-day regret. Here, the sexes create a split in our "everyman" example. As a disclaimer: By no means am I sexist, and I hate gender stereotypes. Anyone who shares a close relationship with me knows my strong views regarding sexism, gender roles, gender in terms of normalizing judgement and social stratification, and the sexuality-gender-discrimination triangle. And what is my view on all those? Well, it focuses on freedom, acceptance, and equality. Disclaimer over. Back to the ennui of people. So the party people are going to be split by a sex and generalized from what I have observed in the atmospheres I have experienced in my current location. The men have a transparent pretentious air about them that is highlighted in their gait, speech, mannerisms, and different method of interaction between people of the same sex and opposite. The women spend an excess amount of time dressing and primping absent minded of comfort and practicality. They will most often drink, believing that it is the opportune time to act sexually looser than if they were sober and in a different environment. However, they cannot act too much like nymphomaniac because there's a thin line between being acceptably loose and a complete slut. But a slut by whose measures? the other women at the party who have to worry about the same judgement being passed upon them. They will then become stigmatized by their society as a whore, and boring drama will ensue. What gives me the slight liberty to make such blanket statements about a large group as what I just mentioned (the party people) is that they act this way due to the images regarding gender roles that has been drilled into our minds since we could remember. The media has brainwashed people since a young age to strive to become a replica of a specific gender prototype so that they could sell more products. The party people are the products of the media's long reach, and thus resemble a room full of drunk clones. There are many other elements of people that have begun to bore me completely, but I won't continue with it.



This ennui is so toxic that it extends to all aspects of life. I have a disinterest in schoolwork, no motivation for progression, and an apathy towards anything/anyone that I have not been previously close to. The latter scares me most of all. I fear that the constant pococurantism will drive me to insanity, especially since I distract myself by becoming over-concerned with trifles. Honestly, I think I'm happiest when I'm embracing the general disinterest I have, because that usually leads me to sitting on a bench for a few hours and doing absolutely nothing productive.

I guess you can say, I'm a bench sitting extraordinaire!

Moving on to my anomalous spiritual views:
Congrats if you are still reading, I know it's long. I want to begin by saying that I was raised Catholic then later studied Buddhism and Zoroastrianism. I practiced Taoism for a while as well. All these, as well as life experience and other nonsense has influenced me greatly. So let's get to it.

I believe that we all dwell in purgatory. The entire universe we know as a tangible functioning unit contains an infinite amount of intangible elements which are the building blocks of all life. These elements include the emotions of an elderly man, the pain a bumblebee feels, and the photosynthetic process performed in an oak leaf. Here the connection could be more clearly explicated; that all the intangible elements that are the foundation of life gives purpose to the otherwise lifeless tangible aspects of the universe that permits life to thrive. If separated, neither is significant and I conclude that this relationship is greater than codependency, and suggests that all life is connected in the form of a collective soul in essence. This collective soul belongs to an unnameable, indistinguishable, omnipotent Higher Power that is very much like the traditional Christian God.

As mentioned, I believe that we live in purgatory. Generally, people strive to be "good" and have a somewhat conscious moral agenda despite their ignorance to acknowledge such through action. The creatures that are considered "good" or improving by the judgement of the Higher Power are then spiritually reincarnated into another being. Those who are deemed as "bad" are then reincarnated into a creature that is less sophisticated than the creature it was previously. Heinous acts natural only to the capacity of evil in a human runs the risk of the Higher Power forcing the relinquishment of his or her spirit at death, stopping the reincarnation cycle. The process of life thus becomes a continuous journey of spiritual perfection as to leave purgatory and join the Higher Power in heaven. Heaven is exclusively tangible as a result of spiritual perfection and physical transcendence.

My belief regarding reincarnation runs parallel to the theological beliefs formulated during ancient times. Reincarnation literally means "to be made flesh again," and that after death one's soul remains constant while they acquire a new personality and their memories are erased. Way back in this post, I mentioned my belief about time- reread it (it's italicized). This directly coincides with my spiritual beliefs concerning reincarnation. If time is nonexistent but really the progression of motion, and reincarnation is the preservation of a soul through the recycling of physical vessels, then one soul could exist simultaneously within multiple vessels. For example, my soul and your soul could actually be the same. One might try to debase that statement by arguing that time makes dual existence impossible, but I counter by arguing that when considering time a measurement of progression, and the process of perfecting one's soul a progression in itself isolated from other souls perfecting process, the impossibility of this phenomenon becomes real. I'm no chemist, but I know that chemistry reinforces my argument. An article written by Dr. Amir Farid Isahak explains how duel existence is possible and has been observed by quantum physicists in electron activity. He remarks that "where physics ends, metaphysics begins." Chemistry not only helps explain the possibility of duel existence, but also the physical branch of reincarnation. Atoms are subjected to physical change under certain conditions, but are never obliterated. For example, a person is cremated resulting in their becoming ash. Their body has atomically changed. The ash then ends up in a water source where it the elements of it becomes a food source for an aquatic plant. The aquatic plant parents other plants, and then gets eaten by a fish, that then gets eaten by a bear. The person who was cremated is now a part of the aquatic plants that remained, was part of the fish, and is now part of the bear. Chemistry just helps us understand that life never really ends, but is reincarnated.

The last stage of the physical reincarnation period is when a sequoia sempervirens , better known as the coastal redwood tree, harbors a near perfected spirit. The reasoning behind this is their potential for grandeur and duration of life. They silently observe the world as everything progresses, recording history in their rings, and reach their branches towards the sky, which was the traditional notion of heaven.



I want to let you know, I'm not pushing my beliefs on anyone. I doubt I could even find a single person that agrees with me. I just wanted to let the bees out of the box, like Sylvia Plath.

Conclusion:
So it's things like this that I think about when I sit on benches. I told you, I am a bench sitter extraordinaire! This was a really long post, so awesome if you made it here! I put a lot of thought into this, and it was actually therapeutic. And if you think I'm absolutely insane after you read this, you're right.

Much Love

So, by popular demand (and because I'm bored tonight), I will continue with commentary. This time, it's all about the most embarrassing moments. These are the embarrassing moments of a bunch of idiots that we call our peers and friends.

"We were in gym class in high school and I had my period, but I forgot to wear a pad,
so I had to run around the track leaving a trail of blood to get back to the building."
- Okay. That is absolutely disgusting. Like, sickeningly nasty.

"I was at a Halloween party and I got really drunk. So drunk that my friends had to take me back home. As I was going down the stairs to the basement to say bye to everyone, I fell. But I ended up falling and flipping over so I was going down head-first while everyone could see up my skirt. Alcohol and heels just don't mix."
- It's called not drinking so much and trying to dress like a slut. The clothes come off regardless.

"Have you ever got so drunk that you just pissed on the spot? Yeah, well last year I pissed on the pizza man."
- Wow. Holy shit. New level right there. How the hell do you manage to pee on a pizza person, and them not notice in time to move? I don't which one was worse, the pizza guy letting you pee on them, or you for pissing on a pizza guy.

In all fairness of the constant douch-baggery that I exploit, I'll provide you with one of my moments.

So I used to like to go commando. Well, one day I was outside of my dorm with a good friend of mine and three other people I didn't really know well, but have to see almost daily. As we were leaving the building, the doorknob got caught on my back pocket and tore my jeans from the top of the pocket to the back of the knee. With my luck, I didn't have my key, and so I had to be let in, bare ass out in the open, and have a walk of shame four flights up to my room.

Yeah, I know, no one wants to see that, and what was better is that on the way to my room, about 20 people saw. Give me your commentary on that.

But enough:


So I have really been listening to a band called The Knife a lot. They're considered electro-pop, but their shows are amazing. You should check them out.

And because we need a new badass:
I pick Jill Zarin, from The Real Housewives of New York City.


This witch thinks that she's the HBIC of New York City, but at least she's not insane like the blonde psychopath and self proclaimed "young Cameron Diaz," Ramona. However, Jill Zarin got paid a shitload of cash for each season of Housewives, and for what? We pay her to cause drama with a bunch of 40-year-old washed up women? Please. But because she can pull off a stunt like that, she is a badass.

Save the Seas!

We're going to start with something new today, something of a personal experience. There is someone I know who just says the dumbest shit ever... and well, I was bored one day and recorded some quotes they said for a duration of ten minutes. Here's the results, with commentary!

“I think that puking on people is one of the funniest things a human being could possibly do.”

- Really? Let's see how funny it'll be when I get so wasted I puke on your face?

“I don't smoke weed, and I think that's important when you're a hippie, but I hang out with hippies, so yeah, I guess I do get to claim that title of being one.”

- How the hell does that logic work? Not to mention how shallow that comment is you dumbass.

“I feel like, it's hard to have an obsession that isn't creepy... I have so many. But I don't like to watch kids.”

- Well I sure feel safer knowing that.

“Well, I am not smart.”

- Need I say more?

Moving on to our favorite dumpster diver:

Ever want to analyze Ke$ha's hit song Blah Blah Blah through the eyes of a sassy black woman? I sure did! Then I saw Glozell's commentary, and my life become much more complete. I recommend you watch it.

But enough about drunk skanks:

I saw this wonderful documentary on coral reefs. It's called the Coral Reef Adventure and it's directed by Greg MacGillivray. It's 76 minutes of pure wonderful underwater adventure filmed with an IMAX camera. It's educational as well as just wonderful. Netflix (which you can watch it instantly on) tagged the movie under one tag: Inspiring. It can't get better than that... and oh yeah, the soundtrack is amazing indigenous music of the South Pacific.

Our favorite sewer rat Ke$ha claimed that she had a spiritual awakening. She believes she lived multiple past lives, and now wears a necklace around her neck containing her placenta to help with her spiritual sight. Vom-city. It's probably another publicity stunt, but we didn't forget about Ke$hawood, so the grimy pop sensation needs to chill. And if she needs to do a stunt, she should've pulled a Britney, because that necklace is just disgusting. But she still makes every minute of our lives party time, so who could hate her completely for being a dumbass nasty creep?

But let's talk about better music.
When you hear the words electronic pop, your mind goes straight to singers like Lady Gaga and the placenta-wearing Ke$ha. But what about bands like Owl City, The Postal Service, and the Hush Sound? They're more true to the electronic pop label. If you like those bands, listen to these: Plushgun (my favorite song is Just Impolite) and Playradioplay. Playradioplay is more like Hello Goodbye, but don't let that make you biased because they're actually talented. I found that electronic pop is either amazing or sucks. Good luck.

Also
I want to talk about a book. Prodigal Summer by Barbara Kingsolver. So it's about 3 people who live separate lives; one is a secluded feminist sexually-charged park ranger, the other is a strong personality widowed farmers wife who studied moths, and the last is a grumpy old man. Kingsolver unites their lives through nature and paints a vivid picture of natural and social life in the Appalachian Mountain sphere. It's lovely. If you read her before, you know how powerful her writing is. I think this is one of her best novels along with the Poisonwood Bible. Look up reviews and read the book, you won't regret it. Look, I even pulled up a review for you.

[She] animate[s] a wide-ranging discussion of everything from organic farming to reengaging with life.

and

Sex, the driving force that throws opposites suddenly and intimately together, provides a metaphor for man's dysfunctional relationship with nature that unifies the three stories and their characters.

-Elizabeth Judd

Well oh shit, doesn't that sound just wonderful?

Lastly
Since we've been talking about creation from Ke$ha's placenta to Barbara Kingsolver's sexual ties to nature or whatever, let's talk about someone that's dead. Sacagawea .



Doesn't she look ridiculous? Well, she isn't. She's a badass, and here's why:
We all know the Lewis and Clark story blah blah blah. But before those two guys came around, she was married off to a French trapper at the age of 13 along with another wife named Otter Woman. For real. Then when she was delivering her baby, she crushed rattlesnake rattles to make the birth quicker. Right out of labor, L and C made her their guide. They would've been killed from natives or starvation if it wasn't for her. She discovered numerous routes, which actually became a large portion of the Northern Pacific Railway later on. And then people don't know if she lived till 1812 or 1884. For all we know, she could actually still be alive and mastered the whole live forever thing. Angela Lansbury did, she's ancient, so why can't badass Sacagawea?

Peace

This is the beginning of a blog where I can talk about what I want and you can comment about anything you want. Freedom. It's a beautiful thing.

Last week I took a road trip to Indiana with my friends Rebecca and Sjrsten to see our friend Swati. The students at Swati's university all seemed really depressed and anti-social. It was weird. I think it was the lack of sunshine and freezing weather. But when we made a (huge) effort to try and get those depressed Indianaians to be social, they finally gave positive response. This made me wonder: why are most strangers initially so cold? "Stranger" in itself is a terrible word that labels people with negative connotations. Everywhere in the world, people are social beings, so shouldn't we all be open with each other? Unite the people, unite the countries, unite the world. No?

Check this out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zlfKdbWwruY

This dude traveled to all these places in 2008 alone. He met thousands of people, and danced with a bunch. Now isn't that a better life than being a depressed student in Indiana? By the way, replace any title for "student" and place for "Indiana" and I'm sure that that sentence is applicable to pretty much everyone.

On another note, let's talk music real quick.


It's good to expand your musical horizons. Lately I've been listening to a lot of British house music, bands like N-Joi, 808 State, Opus III, and Eat Static. These were the bands that took over the underground and club scenes in England in cities like Manchester, Birmingham, and London, of course with the help of ecstasy.

And to go with the music, check out some clothes.


For the Ladies:



Colorful and fun outfits. They're wonderful.

For the Guys:
You don't get a picture because I don't feel like finding a good one. However, a good spot to find indie/mod clothing is here.

To close this up, I leave you with this: A new monkey was discovered called the Golden Palace.com Monkey. They named nature after a website? Bullshit? I think so.

Here's a picture of the lovable disgrace.



Peace to all.