Friday, June 21, 2013

Chronic Couch Potato-itis

                Today’s society is awful. Some of the most serious aspects of life are glorified through the media for our enjoyment: mental disorders, morality, crime, and social hierarchy. There is true evil in this world.
                Brain function is something we all do a little differently. TV today has you believing that disorders are cool and excuse you for being a dick. Sociopathy and Asperger’s are at the top of this list. It’s alright that you’re socially inept because you’re brilliant. Your cognitive skills are something to be held in awe. So what if you ostracize your friends, you have a creative soul. Man, that’s deep. Chances are, you’re a douchebag. People with these disorders don’t just up and tell people about it. NO one wants to brag about their malfunctions. If someone is acting like they’re House and claiming it’s a disorder, fucking slap them. Not only are they assholes, but they’re also making the actual illnesses seem less serious.
                TV has made quite the impact on other social norms as well. Most sitcoms have proven to us time and again that it’s not only okay, but highly encouraged to be a promiscuous drunk. Smoking is bad, but going to the bar every night is fabulous! If you then decide to go home with someone, it can be justified with to the drinking. You can pick a fight with random people and use the same excuse. How is this okay? Reality shows have us that being pregnant is “in” as well. We as a nation love knocked-up teens. We love trailer trash moms, especially if they can’t educate their children. We truly enjoy watching their struggles. It’s really no wonder that we delight in a zombie future, it’s basically already here.
                I swear I’m not trying to rag on TV; I love vegging out as much as the next person, but here I go again. Being poor sucks. Our favorite characters show us that it’s somehow better to live with your parents or couch surf with your friends than to work in fast food. You only see the lowliest scumbags working at McDonalds or the fictional equivalent. If someone is waiting tables, it’s only because they’re paying their way through school or waiting to make it big. Something better is always on the way. Why do you need an excuse to pay your bills? Sometimes I hear people talking about how bad they had growing up. They compare situations almost like it’s a contest. The worst is always about all the drug dens they were subject to. Is it cool to be from a lower class now? I understand rooting for the underdog, but where is the line drawn. Drug dealing to pay the bills is dangerous and never a good idea. Somehow, that’s become a popular notion. Drug dealers shouldn’t be our heroes.

                Maybe I was a little harsh with the “true evil” bit. Maybe I’m too cynical about today’s society and their ability to separate life from the fantasy realm of entertainment. I will say that the idea we portray on network television is disturbing. The pictures we paint are ugly, and we don’t care. I’m sure there’s an illness we can blame, right?

Monday, June 10, 2013

I am Fucking English!

                I’m just going to talk about language for a minute. How inflection can get lost in text and the same phrase can have multiple meanings; the most romantic things that can be said; and how magic truly exists in this world. I may add more stuff if I can think of anything else.
                A simple “Oh damn!” can be taken a number of ways. It could be full of pity, or frustration. It could be dragged into a two-syllable, flattering “dayum.” It could even be a sarcastic way of saying, “Sucks to be you!” It’s really all about context. Whereas the phrase, “Oh God!” is always bad. Why is that? You could add a “my” in the middle and change it into a multiuse phrase again. It’s just really bizarre to me that a single word has that much effect; a single possessive word at that.
                “Good morning.” I love it. Someone woke up and you were one of their first thoughts. Maybe it’s because they woke up next to you, or maybe they just wanted to talk to you. Maybe they were already awake and simply paid enough attention to know your sleep schedule, and they wanted to make their self your first thought. Regardless what the circumstance, it is one of the most romantic phrases any person can say to me. I’d prefer a simple “good morning” over an “I love you” any day.
                The very definition of magic is the power of apparently influencing the course of events by using mysterious or supernatural forces. Written word does that very thing. A simple slew of letters can change the minds and events of anything in our localized universe. Not everyone can write powerful speeches. I, personally, am baffled by the act of writing a moving piece. I also want to believe in magic. Not in the “poof-fucking-magic” kind of way, but just amazing things: lyrics, poetry, stories, anything that can change the world.

                It looks like that’s all I’ve got today.

A Bucket Full of Whack-a-Doodle

                Boys are stupid. Or maybe it’s me. Somehow, I always end up falling for men I won’t work out with. Not saying I’m in love with the current guy, I just may have accidently started to long distance it up again. At least this one’s only a couple hours away. Anyways, there are some habits that boys do that I hate.
When you text a guy and the first thing they do is ask what you’re doing. It’s like, “Well, obviously I’m trying to talk to you.” Yes, I’m probably doing something else at the same time, but I’m trying to see what he’s doing. I’m not doing anything important otherwise I wouldn’t have messaged. This is probably an over-reaction and I may be a little high-strung lately. Fucking deal with it.
How dare he just ask about me all the time. Maybe I want to know about his life. Maybe I want to know what he's into. Maybe I want to know when his band’s playing next. Maybe I want to at least know the name of his band. I’m sure if he talked about it all the time, I’d be complaining about that instead. I know he’s funny and ridiculously good looking, but that’s it. Fucking chance meetings. I hate that he’s interested in me. I have no intention of permanently staying down here, much less relocating to Montana. I hate that he makes me smile all the freaking time! I hate that he’s supportive of my sobriety kick. I hate that he takes a genuine interest in my hobbies. I hate that he’s fucking wonderful.

I apologize. I’ve gotten sidetracked and don’t remember where I was going with this post initially. I’m apparently a big box of Nutter Butters today. I’ll do a real post soon, I swear.

Sunday, June 9, 2013

The Center of the Universe

I've gotten back into drawing. It's occurred to me that I'm ridiculously self-centered. Maybe I'll get the hang of noses one day.