It's been close to a month since my last post. This leaves me to realize just how much a person can change in the course of a month. A lot has happened to me in this past month. At times I was on top of the world. Nothing could stand in my way. Then all of a sudden everything is on the brink of pure devastation. I will dwell on it. I think whatever put me in the "funk" through a little bit, and generally I will deduce that things are still okay. However, these momentary lapses in sheer bliss are essential. I always come out of them with an altered view on things, a new way of listening, speaking or seeing things. These lapses, these... voids, they push me in the direction that I need to be. They provide me with the proper amount of time to spend inside my own thoughts so that I can remain content.
Slightly shy of five months ago, I was a completely different person than I am today. All change, thankfully has been for the better. Maybe it's just that I'm getting older, starting to see things in a new light. This is a possibility, in fact, it's the most likely answer to the changes. But I think though it's a factor, it's only being a catalyst for something bigger.
It only takes a couple seconds, to completely change your world. Which leaves me to be baffled at how much things can change in a month. It can be as simple as a smile on a homeless persons face. It can be a long, deep conversation that you've had with someone. Anything that makes you think. And that, is what some would call the "kicker". For me, change all comes back to thought.
As we get older, we start to see things differently, but when it comes to how we interpret the world around us, how we think about our experiences, and what we learn from them, to each his own.
A lot of my recent realizations have a lot to do with society, as I'm sure anyone who knows me could have guessed. It's not so much an anarchical vying against authority as it is being frustrated with the thought processes of modern day people. I leave it alone, I don't bug them about it, which alone makes me feel like I'm on a slightly different level than other people. I can't for the life of me understand some of the concepts in modern society. A lot of it just seems so nonsensical to me. But, people have the right to their thoughts. If I find that they seem to have unintelligent and inefficient ways of doing things, there's nothing I can do about it. All I can do is accept it, and continue to do what makes me happy, and a big middle finger to all those who think that that is selfish.
Doing what makes you happy, while not stepping on the toes of others. That is the key. There's no denying the shitty state of todays world. For a long time, I was on the team saying "We can change the world if we all work together, and believe that we can". As of this morning, I revoke that statement and frame of mind. The world has gone to shit, and there is nothing anyone can do to change it. However, you can change yourself. Our society has become a massive "mob mentality". You go to school, because it's what everyone else does, and it's taboo not to. You work, because everyone else does, or because you're told to. (Work may be considered a bad example because it's needed to pay bills) I work, to pay bills. I have a slight difference to it though. I'm doing exactly what I want to do, no strings attached. I'm working a job that I love, I'm spending time with people whom I love, and doing everything for me. Contrary to popular belief, this is not selfish. Not only that, but I personally believe that it could be the secret to saving the world.
If everyone did what they wanted (within the confines of laws of course) without greed, without hate and without harming others than the world could be a much better place.
Now, don't get me wrong, the world could also not change. Because there is a chance that there would still be a few insatiable people, who let greed get in the way of happiness. Moving to Grande Prairie, I've really gained a better understanding of greed. It's such a strange culture out here, compared to what I'm used to. It seems that there is money everywhere, and it came from nowhere. Work ethic is odd. People want everything imaginable, but they never want to work. They just want it handed to them. There is a reason why greed was one of the seven deadly sins.
Which leads me to religion, as a society, not a way of life. In my own personal opinion, from excerpts of things that I've read and interpreted, or from conversations I've had, or just about anything with the power of influence, is that our prophets who came about were good people, with good ideas about how you should live life so that the world would be a good place.
Most of their teachings had to do with love, justice and peace. THESE ARE FANTASTIC IDEAS! Blowing up other people with a different prophet/ slightly different views (on the super natural side of things anyway) IS NOT WHAT RELIGION IS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT! But then you could argue "that religions are supposed to preach unto others and try to make them see the light". Yes, very true. HOWEVER if you think about it, that was at one time a good idea. "Spread the word, this is a good way to live, this is how to be a good person... LOVE EACH OTHER". And why the hell not tell people that? That's a good idea right? So is turning the other cheek. "Oh man, you don't agree with me? That's shitty dude, well I hope things work out for you :)" As opposed to what it turned in to. "You don't agree with me?!!? I'm going to LIGHT YOU ON FUCKING FIRE! AND SAY THAT GOD TOLD ME TO DO IT SO THAT I CAN HAVE MORE POWER!" Once again it all returns to greed.
The hearts of men are weak. But some are strong, and more and more I see people taking that second glance and questioning the bullshit. That's the beginning, eventually it gets more and more, but it's all 100% up to what you do with yourself.
Micheal Jackson had it down right man. "If you want to make the world a better place, take a look at yourself, and make a change"
Monday, December 20, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Two minds, One body
Sometimes I feel like I have two personalities. Not in a schizophrenic way, but more in a sense that I'm composed of two different levels. But only certain people can make it all the way down the stairs to the second level. Or maybe it's that I subconsciously choose who to show the second level to. I'm not 100% sure, but I know that the vast majority of people don't see past the surface. The unfortunate part of this is that my levels aren't evenly composed.
The surface level is composed of: Things I enjoy to do, like partying, playing music, snow boarding, and any other habits I might partake in. Stuff like this, plus the ways that I interact with people make up the surface level.
The lower level is composed of: My beliefs, the way that I think, the way I read people, and the way I look at things.
Nothing bothers me more than when people think I'm simple. In fact, I don't even know how I give people that idea.... I don't feel like I come across as simple, or stupid. For example, just the other day a friend of mine asked me to give her an honest opinion about a poem she wrote. I picked the poem completely apart and told her what I got out of it. Which included a detailed description of her personality and personal issues. Simply by reading a poem. She really liked that I'm someone who "gets" her. And she's someone who "gets" me.
We talked about this for a while, and got on the topic of her actually striving to "get" me. She told me I'm a very mysterious person, who just keeps getting more complex. But alas, people don't take the time to notice.
Maybe everyone is like this? I like to think that way for more than one reason. The first being this: The more I think about the people in my life at the moment. The more I realize that the vast majority of them are people that I didn't expect to ever speak to again after highschool. And most of the people I thought would be around forever aren't around anymore. On the surface, this seems completely unrelated. But the people that are still sticking around are ones that see past the surface level, the ones who can realize there is more to me than what meets the eye. Of course there are still some of the ones who can't see past what meets the eye. But these people are new, people I've met in the last few months.
So if everybody feels the same way as I do, than it would make sense to me. Because you're going to surround yourself with people who can understand and relate to you on every level. The others will just fall by the wayside in time. So the people who still talk to you, and that you still talk to are people who feel the same way toward you. You're one of the people that can see through the surface. But the people who fell by the wayside are people that you can't see through the surface of. So they left you as time went on and surrounded themselves with people who they could relate with.
I'm not even sure if any of this makes sense, but these are my thoughts today. I'd love to hear your opinion and even how you feel about this.
The surface level is composed of: Things I enjoy to do, like partying, playing music, snow boarding, and any other habits I might partake in. Stuff like this, plus the ways that I interact with people make up the surface level.
The lower level is composed of: My beliefs, the way that I think, the way I read people, and the way I look at things.
Nothing bothers me more than when people think I'm simple. In fact, I don't even know how I give people that idea.... I don't feel like I come across as simple, or stupid. For example, just the other day a friend of mine asked me to give her an honest opinion about a poem she wrote. I picked the poem completely apart and told her what I got out of it. Which included a detailed description of her personality and personal issues. Simply by reading a poem. She really liked that I'm someone who "gets" her. And she's someone who "gets" me.
We talked about this for a while, and got on the topic of her actually striving to "get" me. She told me I'm a very mysterious person, who just keeps getting more complex. But alas, people don't take the time to notice.
Maybe everyone is like this? I like to think that way for more than one reason. The first being this: The more I think about the people in my life at the moment. The more I realize that the vast majority of them are people that I didn't expect to ever speak to again after highschool. And most of the people I thought would be around forever aren't around anymore. On the surface, this seems completely unrelated. But the people that are still sticking around are ones that see past the surface level, the ones who can realize there is more to me than what meets the eye. Of course there are still some of the ones who can't see past what meets the eye. But these people are new, people I've met in the last few months.
So if everybody feels the same way as I do, than it would make sense to me. Because you're going to surround yourself with people who can understand and relate to you on every level. The others will just fall by the wayside in time. So the people who still talk to you, and that you still talk to are people who feel the same way toward you. You're one of the people that can see through the surface. But the people who fell by the wayside are people that you can't see through the surface of. So they left you as time went on and surrounded themselves with people who they could relate with.
I'm not even sure if any of this makes sense, but these are my thoughts today. I'd love to hear your opinion and even how you feel about this.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Am I the only person who thinks like this?
*DISCLAIMER*
****Before posting this Blog I would like to preface it. One, this is highly controversial. Two because it seems completely random this was my response to a friend of mines blog which was about Hitler being a Pop Icon in India. Three, I do not support the Holocaust in any way shape or form. Nor do I have any preference about religion, I believe solely in Justification by Faith alone and see no need to follow an organized church. This is solely a different outlook meant to shed some light and understanding on such a dark topic.****
****Before posting this Blog I would like to preface it. One, this is highly controversial. Two because it seems completely random this was my response to a friend of mines blog which was about Hitler being a Pop Icon in India. Three, I do not support the Holocaust in any way shape or form. Nor do I have any preference about religion, I believe solely in Justification by Faith alone and see no need to follow an organized church. This is solely a different outlook meant to shed some light and understanding on such a dark topic.****
Though I would never go as far to say I Idolize Hitler; I do have to say that I can understand this phenomena. Like it or not, Hitler was absolutely brilliant! There is no way around that. His methods could have used some improvements and yes mass genocide is never good. But whether that's the case or not, Hitler still managed something that hadn't even been attempted for years. He expanded a little, economically depressed, demilitarized country into an Empire seemingly over night.
Now for all of you people out there who are too simple minded to realize this, and want to point the blame for every single bad thing that happened in WWII on Hitler. Please, either shoot yourself, or take a history lesson. For those of you who don't know, the Allies knew of Hitlers plans (not right away of course, but definitely before the war broke out) and what did they do? Nothing. In efforts to "avoid another war" the Allies appeased Hitler and let him keep pushing the limits a little further and a little further, until eventually the only remedy was to declare war against him.
The Holocaust. I'm against and disgusted by the Holocaust just as much as the rest of you, however I tend to see it in different eyes in the aspect of Hitler being a Pop Icon. Millions and millions of Jewish people were degraded and killed in the most humiliating ways possible, they weren't even treated like humans. All of this at the hands of Hitler. But apart from that, what about Hitler is so different from any other (dare I say) world leader? Dare I be more risqué and say, how is he so different than the Pope? Or God?
The amount of Jewish people killed under Hitlers dictatorship is nothing compared to the amount of other religions who were killed in "the will of God". These "infidels" or in today's terms, "sub-humans" were a plague that needed to be taken care of. In fact a popular term around the time of the Crusades was "To kill an infidel is NOT murder, Tis the path to heaven". So tell me, what is so different about that, to the Holocaust?
Hitler did the same thing any other disgruntled World Leader would do. Take the United States for example. Depending on your stance on the subject that is 911 it is very comparable to Hitler. Terrorists attack the trade centers, and the president declares war against his enemies. And they're still over there 9 years and counting.
Germany is absolutely destroyed after WWI and is blamed for the entire outbreak, even though it was caused by Serbian rebels assassinating Arch Duke Franz Ferdinand. After the war is over, Germany is forced to pay restoration fees too all of the countries that were damaged by the war, they are forced to assume the blame for the war and are forced to demilitarize the entire country leaving them completely vulnerable to attack.
After WWI comes the Great Depression. For everyone, but Germany feels the effects even more. Until Hitler comes around. He designs an affordable car and offers it to anyone that follows him. This creates jobs and sparks a fire in the German economy. He continues cons like this and using words to manipulate the vast majority of the country until he becomes the leader of the country. The first thing he does as leader of the country is outlaw elections, Germany is now a dictatorship. Using this power he eventually re militarizes the country and starts the conquer of the enemies that wronged his country.
A lot of you probably don't want to admit it but Hitler helped the rest of the world too. Without the start of the second world war, who knows how long the depression would have lasted! With the start of the war came an vast influx in jobs. Not only that but with all the men away at war women started to have a place in the work force. Which in case you haven't noticed is still in place today because after WWII the social norms were changed so much that society just couldn't handle reverting to the way it was before.
Whether you want to see it or not, Hitler did vast amounts of good for the world. Maybe it wasn't his intentions but they were the ramifications of HIS actions nonetheless! So in a place as war torn and poverty stricken as India it makes sense that they idolize a figure like Hitler. There hasn't been a leader like him since his death. He knew how to get shit done. Hitler was brilliant. Crazy but brilliant. Did a lot of bad things, but it doesn't take away from his brilliance at all.
Monday, November 22, 2010
It's beginning to look a lot like AWESOME!
A light white dust has sprinkled the earth here in Northern Canada. It's cold outside, I have to walk everywhere (including three kilometers to work at 6 in the morning every day and I am one of the few people who actually does walk uphill BOTH WAYS no joke!) I'm broke and have completely lost my concept of time. I can't go home to my family for Christmas, I miss my pets, I miss my sister and parents, and step parents. I want to see my Grandmother and my uncle is dying :(.
Despite all of this; my life has never been more enjoyable. If there is any piece of advice that I could give anyone. It would be to do what you want to do, no matter the consequences (within reason of course, don't go killing people or anything). I have never felt this amount of contentment ever, in my entire life. I have the greatest group of friends ever (this still includes my friends back home, I haven't forgotten you guys) I have a job that I love and I'm playing music all the time. I could not ask for more. Which leads me to my actual blog :)
Do you believe in fate/ destiny? How about that everything happens for a reason?
I do. And I always have. But now more so than ever.
In case you don't already know my story, I'm going to tell you.
While repeating my final year of high school I had a friend who was in my jazz class move to Vancouver. We weren't the greatest of friends, in fact when he moved we were on such bad terms that I didn't even say goodbye to him. Regardless of this by Christmas he was trying to convince me to move out west with him. I declined the offer.
After graduation the offers kept coming, the situations were always better than the previous time he tried to convince me to abandon all that I knew. Again, I refused. Instead I moved to Halifax and studied theater at Dalhousie University. After the first few weeks I realized how much I didn't want to be there, however when I confronted my mother about coming home, she pretty much forced me to stay.
The year went on and I made the best of it, and didn't hear really at all from my friend in Vancouver, maybe he had forgotten. Turns out he was just super busy with the pipe band he was playing in. I saw him in Ontario the following summer, and once again he tries to convince me to move with him, once again my answer is no.
Fast forward again and I'm attending UPEI. I have an absolutely amazing year! I was close to my family, I had great friends. And I partied like the world was going to end. But school wasn't really for me. I just didn't have any better options.
Summer comes. My friend came home for a week and told my all about his life in Grande Prairie, Alberta. Turned out he had moved. He tells me how sweet it is and what he's up to and is like "Hey Nyall, you should move to Grande Prairie" .... once again, no. So we hang out for the majority of the week that he's home. We go into the studio and record a song for his filmographer mother's documentary. And everything is going great. On his last day home I get a phone call. He wants to give me one more speech. I had plans that day, and didn't feel like breaking them for another speech about moving out west so I decided to give him an hour. Tops. So my best friend ("The Roommate) took me to his house to hear this speech. Amazingly enough he manages to convince both myself, and The Roommate to move out to Grande Prairie.
So we move and things are going great. We decided to start up a band (in which every member is from PEI) and the other night we were at a bar listening to our guitarists other band. And my friend tells me a story.
Since this blog is becoming really long, I'll give you the short version.
Friend goes to New York and has his fortune read by an incredibly creepy gypsy woman. Who essentially said that he was going to be the catalyst in something that is necessary. And is going to change the way millions of people think and feel. Fast forward to vancouver and he has a falling out with the lead singer of his band. They go their separate ways with a little bit of fighting, but for some reason or other they get talking about futures. Turns out that the singer had his fortune read too. His purpose in life was to push an important figure in the right direction. That his actions would form opinion's in this persons head which would lead them in the way they needed to go to achieve what they were meant to achieve.
Maybe this is all coincidence. It's super possible that it is, but at the same time, that four people from PEI who barely knew each other, end up in the same hick ass town in the middle of bumfuck nowhere in Northern Alberta and are now so close we're like family, can't really be coincidence.
Now who's to say what will come from all of this? Time, that's who. The only one who will have any say in what happens, is time. However, I don't see things slowing down, if anything they're picking up. I seem to be shitting out horseshoes left right and center.
Maybe you're not one who believes in this kind of stuff. But I can still tell you the same as anyone else. When you reach that point in your life where no matter what, everything is perfect, and seems to just work itself out. Take a minute, and think about how you got there. I may be wrong, but I think you'll be surprised to see just how "coincidental" it really is.
Despite all of this; my life has never been more enjoyable. If there is any piece of advice that I could give anyone. It would be to do what you want to do, no matter the consequences (within reason of course, don't go killing people or anything). I have never felt this amount of contentment ever, in my entire life. I have the greatest group of friends ever (this still includes my friends back home, I haven't forgotten you guys) I have a job that I love and I'm playing music all the time. I could not ask for more. Which leads me to my actual blog :)
Do you believe in fate/ destiny? How about that everything happens for a reason?
I do. And I always have. But now more so than ever.
In case you don't already know my story, I'm going to tell you.
While repeating my final year of high school I had a friend who was in my jazz class move to Vancouver. We weren't the greatest of friends, in fact when he moved we were on such bad terms that I didn't even say goodbye to him. Regardless of this by Christmas he was trying to convince me to move out west with him. I declined the offer.
After graduation the offers kept coming, the situations were always better than the previous time he tried to convince me to abandon all that I knew. Again, I refused. Instead I moved to Halifax and studied theater at Dalhousie University. After the first few weeks I realized how much I didn't want to be there, however when I confronted my mother about coming home, she pretty much forced me to stay.
The year went on and I made the best of it, and didn't hear really at all from my friend in Vancouver, maybe he had forgotten. Turns out he was just super busy with the pipe band he was playing in. I saw him in Ontario the following summer, and once again he tries to convince me to move with him, once again my answer is no.
Fast forward again and I'm attending UPEI. I have an absolutely amazing year! I was close to my family, I had great friends. And I partied like the world was going to end. But school wasn't really for me. I just didn't have any better options.
Summer comes. My friend came home for a week and told my all about his life in Grande Prairie, Alberta. Turned out he had moved. He tells me how sweet it is and what he's up to and is like "Hey Nyall, you should move to Grande Prairie" .... once again, no. So we hang out for the majority of the week that he's home. We go into the studio and record a song for his filmographer mother's documentary. And everything is going great. On his last day home I get a phone call. He wants to give me one more speech. I had plans that day, and didn't feel like breaking them for another speech about moving out west so I decided to give him an hour. Tops. So my best friend ("The Roommate) took me to his house to hear this speech. Amazingly enough he manages to convince both myself, and The Roommate to move out to Grande Prairie.
So we move and things are going great. We decided to start up a band (in which every member is from PEI) and the other night we were at a bar listening to our guitarists other band. And my friend tells me a story.
Since this blog is becoming really long, I'll give you the short version.
Friend goes to New York and has his fortune read by an incredibly creepy gypsy woman. Who essentially said that he was going to be the catalyst in something that is necessary. And is going to change the way millions of people think and feel. Fast forward to vancouver and he has a falling out with the lead singer of his band. They go their separate ways with a little bit of fighting, but for some reason or other they get talking about futures. Turns out that the singer had his fortune read too. His purpose in life was to push an important figure in the right direction. That his actions would form opinion's in this persons head which would lead them in the way they needed to go to achieve what they were meant to achieve.
Maybe this is all coincidence. It's super possible that it is, but at the same time, that four people from PEI who barely knew each other, end up in the same hick ass town in the middle of bumfuck nowhere in Northern Alberta and are now so close we're like family, can't really be coincidence.
Now who's to say what will come from all of this? Time, that's who. The only one who will have any say in what happens, is time. However, I don't see things slowing down, if anything they're picking up. I seem to be shitting out horseshoes left right and center.
Maybe you're not one who believes in this kind of stuff. But I can still tell you the same as anyone else. When you reach that point in your life where no matter what, everything is perfect, and seems to just work itself out. Take a minute, and think about how you got there. I may be wrong, but I think you'll be surprised to see just how "coincidental" it really is.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
"You're right!" "No! You're right!"
Have you ever found yourself stuck in an endless argument that is making no progress whatsoever? And when the argument is finally over you come to the conclusion that you were saying the exact same thing as your opponent? Only, in a different way?
This is called a "Vicious Agreement". The Roommate and I are notorious for having "Vicious Agreements". We will argue for hours sometimes to the point of raised voices and wanting to vigorously shake the stupid out of one another. What is worse is when one of us notices what's going on. If it's the Roommate that notices, he can never get it across because for some reason or other even though he's brilliantly smart he seems to have a hard time putting his thoughts into words. Only spoken words though, I seem to be able to follow him better if he were to write it down. Maybe that's a way to avoid future Vicious Agreements. I'll have to remember that.
Anyway. So the Roommate notices and tries being like "Nyall you're saying the same damn thing I'm saying" but for some reason those words aren't on his tongue and the point of what he's saying tends to get lost in the complexity of phrase he chose to use.
On the other hand, sometimes I notice. I do the opposite. "Dude we're saying the same thing!" But for some reason it goes unnoticed and he'll continue to drill his opinion into me until something more interesting comes around.
If any of this is sounding familiar (well, not to state the obvious but...) you're not alone! Unfortunately I am not here to offer a solution to your vicious agreement. However I am here to discuss with you how I feel they reflect society today.
If you think about it, it's pretty sad really that communication between two individuals has become so hard to do. It's a good indicator that either education has become so poor that we literally can not process our thoughts into words. Or, that self righteousness has become so intensified that we subconsciously refuse to accept the profound musings of someone else, whether we agree with them or not.
The reasons I draw these conclusions?
Take a normal debate for example. Two people discussing, or possibly heatedly arguing two different sides of a topic. In this case the two conclusions that I have deduced could probably be applied if one wished. However they would be perfectly moot points due to the fact that the people are actually arguing.
So the reasons, or reason, I draw these conclusions is because the people involved in the Vicious Agreement aren't actually arguing. They're just failing to understand (or rather, listen to) the other person. To me, this is unsettling. Maybe I just over think things, maybe I just think too much in general. But either way (which in case you haven't noticed is actually the same way) I feel like this is how it reflects society. What have we come to that we manage to find arguments in agreements.
I realize that I seem to have a very negative outlook on society and humans in general. Which is pretty false. I just notice weird things and think about them too much. I don't write these things in negativity I prefer to look at it as writing questions that can't be answered. I find that this lets me get my sometimes odd thoughts out, and at the same time get some feedback from others who enjoy wasting time thinking about things that one wouldn't normally think about :).
And with that, I will leave you for today. Enjoy. And comment!
This is called a "Vicious Agreement". The Roommate and I are notorious for having "Vicious Agreements". We will argue for hours sometimes to the point of raised voices and wanting to vigorously shake the stupid out of one another. What is worse is when one of us notices what's going on. If it's the Roommate that notices, he can never get it across because for some reason or other even though he's brilliantly smart he seems to have a hard time putting his thoughts into words. Only spoken words though, I seem to be able to follow him better if he were to write it down. Maybe that's a way to avoid future Vicious Agreements. I'll have to remember that.
Anyway. So the Roommate notices and tries being like "Nyall you're saying the same damn thing I'm saying" but for some reason those words aren't on his tongue and the point of what he's saying tends to get lost in the complexity of phrase he chose to use.
On the other hand, sometimes I notice. I do the opposite. "Dude we're saying the same thing!" But for some reason it goes unnoticed and he'll continue to drill his opinion into me until something more interesting comes around.
If any of this is sounding familiar (well, not to state the obvious but...) you're not alone! Unfortunately I am not here to offer a solution to your vicious agreement. However I am here to discuss with you how I feel they reflect society today.
If you think about it, it's pretty sad really that communication between two individuals has become so hard to do. It's a good indicator that either education has become so poor that we literally can not process our thoughts into words. Or, that self righteousness has become so intensified that we subconsciously refuse to accept the profound musings of someone else, whether we agree with them or not.
The reasons I draw these conclusions?
Take a normal debate for example. Two people discussing, or possibly heatedly arguing two different sides of a topic. In this case the two conclusions that I have deduced could probably be applied if one wished. However they would be perfectly moot points due to the fact that the people are actually arguing.
So the reasons, or reason, I draw these conclusions is because the people involved in the Vicious Agreement aren't actually arguing. They're just failing to understand (or rather, listen to) the other person. To me, this is unsettling. Maybe I just over think things, maybe I just think too much in general. But either way (which in case you haven't noticed is actually the same way) I feel like this is how it reflects society. What have we come to that we manage to find arguments in agreements.
I realize that I seem to have a very negative outlook on society and humans in general. Which is pretty false. I just notice weird things and think about them too much. I don't write these things in negativity I prefer to look at it as writing questions that can't be answered. I find that this lets me get my sometimes odd thoughts out, and at the same time get some feedback from others who enjoy wasting time thinking about things that one wouldn't normally think about :).
And with that, I will leave you for today. Enjoy. And comment!
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Movin' on Over
While having a shower last night I decided that English sometimes makes me angry. Not angry in a "I want to destroy you" way, but angry in a "what the hell were you smoking when inventing this language?" way.
For one, we have a bunch of words like "By, buy and bye" that all sound the same but mean different things. And then we have the words that are spelled the same, but pronounced differently: Read and read. (which also falls into the first category due to "red and read") Of course, we're all used to this. But I wonder what ramifications it would have if we switched them around. For example.
"Yesterday I went two the store to by some read pants". See, looks stupid eh? Like, who the hell talks like that? But that's the thing, technically, that is exactly what you would say. Though, when you see it written out it looks stupid. So, if it sounds the same why not get rid of all those homonyms, homophones and shit like that? Well, of course one could argue "how are you supposed to know what someone is saying if it's written?". Well here is my answer to you. If you're too unintelligent to understand what context something is in by reading a sentence, than you're probably too unintelligent to breathe without thinking about it, so I figure you're not going to plaguing our world much longer anyway :).
Now that the first part of my rant is over, I will comment on the title of the blog. It was in the shower that I decided that the word "Move" is annoying.
Examples of when you can use the word move (or variations of it):
"I move that article 529C, the law against wearing dance shoes to the doctor office be abolished"
"Yesterday I moved into my first apartment"
"The doctor said to come back and see him if the laxative doesn't result in a move"
"Man, when are you going to make your move on Gretel?"
So as you can see, "Move" is a very versatile word. Which is okay, versatility is great. But why the hell are there so many different meanings for the word. From legal actions, to taking a dump the word "move" is there for you. Maybe it's coincidence that legal jargon is the same as bathroom jargon (as much sense as that makes :P) but what I want to know is why not just think up different words? I mean, to me, if I were to invent a language I would use different words for different things. In fact, I don't much see the point in using the same word for different things, it's confusing and unnecessary.
Now just to make sure I've covered the side of conversation that I'm most likely to be attacked with, I do understand that the word is used because by definition, all of those examples are "Motions" of some sort. But if you want to get technical about it, everything we do during the day is a motion of some sort. Unless you lay in bed all day and do nothing. Though, as my coworker pointed out, the word "lay" is actually a verb "to lie" so, verbs being actions I suppose could technically be a motion of some sort.
Therefore, I would like to; Suggest the abolition of the multiple uses of the word "MOVE" in the English language.
For one, we have a bunch of words like "By, buy and bye" that all sound the same but mean different things. And then we have the words that are spelled the same, but pronounced differently: Read and read. (which also falls into the first category due to "red and read") Of course, we're all used to this. But I wonder what ramifications it would have if we switched them around. For example.
"Yesterday I went two the store to by some read pants". See, looks stupid eh? Like, who the hell talks like that? But that's the thing, technically, that is exactly what you would say. Though, when you see it written out it looks stupid. So, if it sounds the same why not get rid of all those homonyms, homophones and shit like that? Well, of course one could argue "how are you supposed to know what someone is saying if it's written?". Well here is my answer to you. If you're too unintelligent to understand what context something is in by reading a sentence, than you're probably too unintelligent to breathe without thinking about it, so I figure you're not going to plaguing our world much longer anyway :).
Now that the first part of my rant is over, I will comment on the title of the blog. It was in the shower that I decided that the word "Move" is annoying.
Examples of when you can use the word move (or variations of it):
"I move that article 529C, the law against wearing dance shoes to the doctor office be abolished"
"Yesterday I moved into my first apartment"
"The doctor said to come back and see him if the laxative doesn't result in a move"
"Man, when are you going to make your move on Gretel?"
So as you can see, "Move" is a very versatile word. Which is okay, versatility is great. But why the hell are there so many different meanings for the word. From legal actions, to taking a dump the word "move" is there for you. Maybe it's coincidence that legal jargon is the same as bathroom jargon (as much sense as that makes :P) but what I want to know is why not just think up different words? I mean, to me, if I were to invent a language I would use different words for different things. In fact, I don't much see the point in using the same word for different things, it's confusing and unnecessary.
Now just to make sure I've covered the side of conversation that I'm most likely to be attacked with, I do understand that the word is used because by definition, all of those examples are "Motions" of some sort. But if you want to get technical about it, everything we do during the day is a motion of some sort. Unless you lay in bed all day and do nothing. Though, as my coworker pointed out, the word "lay" is actually a verb "to lie" so, verbs being actions I suppose could technically be a motion of some sort.
Therefore, I would like to; Suggest the abolition of the multiple uses of the word "MOVE" in the English language.
Monday, November 15, 2010
I used to dream of freedom.
Just before I start this blog, I would like to preface it with a wee message to those who follow. I apologize for not writing the last couple days. You see, after my "Meals on Wheels" blog I went out skateboarding in the park, and biffed it hardcore and hurt myself :) sooooo now I'm doin' okay, and I'm back! So, without further a due!
P.s. I wrote this blog at work, and I was distracted by customers. So I feel like it's not a very good blog compared to my previous ones. However it is something to read and think about. I also feel like it's going to be hard to follow because my thought processes were jumping all over the place, annnnnd I found it very hard to put into words what I was trying to get across, haha! Sooooo Good luck!
*Beginning of Blog*
I am a singer/songwriter. I am a bagpiper, and I'm currently the frontman of a rock band that is to date known as "Slant". Now if you happen to stumble upon this blog and you're not someone who already knows me. Save your time looking up the band, because we're not online or anything..... yet.
In my first year of university I wrote a song about my parents, It's called "Growing Pains". The first line of the song is "I used to dream of freedom, I couldn't wait to leave 'em. How could I ever been so wrong". This popped into my head the other day. I'm not sure what it was, but something I was doing reminded me of things my parents used to tell me. Ya know, those things where you look all starry eyed at your parents and simply say "I don't get it" and they respond with "You'll understand when you're older" well, this is actually true. Your parents only "hold your hand" to lead you through things that they feel you wouldn't otherwise be able to handle. To make a long story short, they worry about you, and they want to protect you. It's instinctive so be nice about it, and remember ya' only get one set of parents. And I'm not just speaking about biological parents. Because if you're a person who was adopted, your biological parents don't count, so in all means be a douche to them if you want. But the ones that raised you, provided they weren't awful ( I mean, awful as in, shouldn't have children because they are horrible people) .
It was in my first year of university that I started partying and stuff. But it was then that I realized how different the world is. It's like growing up just sort of happens. One day you're at home and your mom is making you breakfast before you go to school. The next day you're living on your own and noticing things that you didn't notice before. A lot of times the things are not the nicest. Which is what the first line of the song alludes to. "I used to dream of freedom, I couldn't wait to leave 'em, how could I ever been so wrong? You only held my hand to lead me through the broken land, and now it seems it didn't really take that long". 20 years. That's how long it took. That's how long my parents had to protect me, but at the same time make me ready to face what is a pretty nasty world. So, therein lies the problem. In one way it's great because you're protected from this stuff and it lets your mind develop in a more optimistic way. But in another way it leaves you slightly unprepared for the realities of life.
The second verse of the song goes "I used to picture my life, thinking when I turned 25 everything you ever said would all be wrong. But now I realize that none could ever been as wise as you two were, telling me things when I was young". And that's where the confusion ends. When you realize that all that bullshit that your parents told you when you were a kid, is true. And without even knowing it, you were able to handle a situation due to something your parents told you when you were a kid. Maybe this is just me, maybe it's not. What are your opinion's on it? I'd love to know.
P.s. I wrote this blog at work, and I was distracted by customers. So I feel like it's not a very good blog compared to my previous ones. However it is something to read and think about. I also feel like it's going to be hard to follow because my thought processes were jumping all over the place, annnnnd I found it very hard to put into words what I was trying to get across, haha! Sooooo Good luck!
P.s. I wrote this blog at work, and I was distracted by customers. So I feel like it's not a very good blog compared to my previous ones. However it is something to read and think about. I also feel like it's going to be hard to follow because my thought processes were jumping all over the place, annnnnd I found it very hard to put into words what I was trying to get across, haha! Sooooo Good luck!
*Beginning of Blog*
I am a singer/songwriter. I am a bagpiper, and I'm currently the frontman of a rock band that is to date known as "Slant". Now if you happen to stumble upon this blog and you're not someone who already knows me. Save your time looking up the band, because we're not online or anything..... yet.
In my first year of university I wrote a song about my parents, It's called "Growing Pains". The first line of the song is "I used to dream of freedom, I couldn't wait to leave 'em. How could I ever been so wrong". This popped into my head the other day. I'm not sure what it was, but something I was doing reminded me of things my parents used to tell me. Ya know, those things where you look all starry eyed at your parents and simply say "I don't get it" and they respond with "You'll understand when you're older" well, this is actually true. Your parents only "hold your hand" to lead you through things that they feel you wouldn't otherwise be able to handle. To make a long story short, they worry about you, and they want to protect you. It's instinctive so be nice about it, and remember ya' only get one set of parents. And I'm not just speaking about biological parents. Because if you're a person who was adopted, your biological parents don't count, so in all means be a douche to them if you want. But the ones that raised you, provided they weren't awful ( I mean, awful as in, shouldn't have children because they are horrible people) .
It was in my first year of university that I started partying and stuff. But it was then that I realized how different the world is. It's like growing up just sort of happens. One day you're at home and your mom is making you breakfast before you go to school. The next day you're living on your own and noticing things that you didn't notice before. A lot of times the things are not the nicest. Which is what the first line of the song alludes to. "I used to dream of freedom, I couldn't wait to leave 'em, how could I ever been so wrong? You only held my hand to lead me through the broken land, and now it seems it didn't really take that long". 20 years. That's how long it took. That's how long my parents had to protect me, but at the same time make me ready to face what is a pretty nasty world. So, therein lies the problem. In one way it's great because you're protected from this stuff and it lets your mind develop in a more optimistic way. But in another way it leaves you slightly unprepared for the realities of life.
The second verse of the song goes "I used to picture my life, thinking when I turned 25 everything you ever said would all be wrong. But now I realize that none could ever been as wise as you two were, telling me things when I was young". And that's where the confusion ends. When you realize that all that bullshit that your parents told you when you were a kid, is true. And without even knowing it, you were able to handle a situation due to something your parents told you when you were a kid. Maybe this is just me, maybe it's not. What are your opinion's on it? I'd love to know.
P.s. I wrote this blog at work, and I was distracted by customers. So I feel like it's not a very good blog compared to my previous ones. However it is something to read and think about. I also feel like it's going to be hard to follow because my thought processes were jumping all over the place, annnnnd I found it very hard to put into words what I was trying to get across, haha! Sooooo Good luck!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Meals on Wheels
After a long night of Remembrance/Birth Day partying; I came home to my apartment behind the nightclub. My roommate and I were just hanging out, chatting about the previous night and how crazy it was. When all of a sudden I noticed that I was eating a granola bar and skateboarding around the apartment.
That's when a thought dawned on me. I remembered being told by my parents when I was younger "Nyall, don't skateboard (or roller blade, or ride your bike, or anything with wheels pretty much) in the house!" Which is understandable, because I was a child it was just something I had to grow out of wanting to do. Time went on and eventually I just stopped trying. I never gave it any thought, it was just something I had grown out of.
However today I have discovered that it's quite possible that we never actually "grow out" of anything. It wasn't because I didn't want to skateboard in the house anymore, it was because my parents had told me so many times not to do it, that it had become something inevitable; I was not allowed to skateboard in the house. Though it would seem that in the absence of my authoritative parents, the urge to skateboard in the house comes back almost instinctively. I didn't even realize I was doing it until ran over a shoe.
This theory can be added to different experiences from the past as well. Take playing on a playground for example. If I were walking by a park that had a bunch of people at it. Whether it's parents, school teachers or just a bunch of random people, the urge to play isn't there. However when I see a playground that has been temporarily abandoned by the "pitter patter" of children running across it. I run as fast as I can toward it, and climb around like a fuckin' monkey. It's not that you actually grow out of the attraction of playing on a playground. It's because it becomes taboo for you to do so. So naturally when there are onlookers present you feel no need to play on the playground. And why would you? It's taboo remember? However, if no one can see you playing on the playground then automatically want to play grounders or something.
I've always said that I want to be like Peter Pan, and never grow up. But alas, time takes a hold of everyone and eventually you lose the innocence of childhood and the simplicity of life that is running around a playground or riding a skateboard in the house. But now having realized that it's not actually lost it's just lying dormant. So, maybe that's what Never Never Land is all about, it's about staying young on the inside. Never Never Land is childhood, but you're not allowed to stay there due to social norms and things becoming taboo for somebody who is older than 13 to do.
So I challenge you.
The next time no one is looking, do something childish and bask in the fountain of youth for a few minutes.
:)
That's when a thought dawned on me. I remembered being told by my parents when I was younger "Nyall, don't skateboard (or roller blade, or ride your bike, or anything with wheels pretty much) in the house!" Which is understandable, because I was a child it was just something I had to grow out of wanting to do. Time went on and eventually I just stopped trying. I never gave it any thought, it was just something I had grown out of.
However today I have discovered that it's quite possible that we never actually "grow out" of anything. It wasn't because I didn't want to skateboard in the house anymore, it was because my parents had told me so many times not to do it, that it had become something inevitable; I was not allowed to skateboard in the house. Though it would seem that in the absence of my authoritative parents, the urge to skateboard in the house comes back almost instinctively. I didn't even realize I was doing it until ran over a shoe.
This theory can be added to different experiences from the past as well. Take playing on a playground for example. If I were walking by a park that had a bunch of people at it. Whether it's parents, school teachers or just a bunch of random people, the urge to play isn't there. However when I see a playground that has been temporarily abandoned by the "pitter patter" of children running across it. I run as fast as I can toward it, and climb around like a fuckin' monkey. It's not that you actually grow out of the attraction of playing on a playground. It's because it becomes taboo for you to do so. So naturally when there are onlookers present you feel no need to play on the playground. And why would you? It's taboo remember? However, if no one can see you playing on the playground then automatically want to play grounders or something.
I've always said that I want to be like Peter Pan, and never grow up. But alas, time takes a hold of everyone and eventually you lose the innocence of childhood and the simplicity of life that is running around a playground or riding a skateboard in the house. But now having realized that it's not actually lost it's just lying dormant. So, maybe that's what Never Never Land is all about, it's about staying young on the inside. Never Never Land is childhood, but you're not allowed to stay there due to social norms and things becoming taboo for somebody who is older than 13 to do.
So I challenge you.
The next time no one is looking, do something childish and bask in the fountain of youth for a few minutes.
:)
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Phoneplay
Why on Earth can I not talk to a freaking human anymore?!!! I don't know about you guys but to me telephone customer service should be renamed to "Customer pain in the ass". It's total b.s. Now I do realize that with today's technology and mass consumerism of technology that it becomes difficult to employ the amount of people necessary to deal with the gargantuan influx in phone calls that a single company gets, but seriously, your automated service crap is just not doing it for me.
Here is a list of automated customer service lines that have been pissing me off lately:
- Cell phone help lines
-Telephone banking
- STUDENT LOANS OFFICE!
- The Grande Prairie Post Offices
I will start with the Cell Phones.
For service in English, please press 1
For service in French, press 2
If you're feeling frustrated and want to beat small children with a rusty golf club, press 3.
Is not going to make me any less disgruntled. In fact, it's probably going to do the exact opposite! Because after waiting in a cue for a half hour only to get to a fucking automated voice telling me to press this and that. And I don't know if this is done on purpose or not, but they never EVER seem to have the option that you're looking for. So you have to listen to a thousand lists of shit that you don't need just to have the option to talk to a human. It is stupid and infuriating, please remedy this or I will be forced to destroy you!
Sincerely, Nyall Savidant.
Now let's discuss telephone banking.
Dear telephone banking people:
Your service is terrible and quite un-necessary. First I am stuck with an automated person, and when I actually do talk to a human, you never seem to know what the hell you're talking about. So, you should probably just get rid of your service all together. :)
Now to personally address the Government of Canada and their God forsaken student loan help line!
You make me so, SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ANGRY! I want to scream profanities through my telephone, out of your receiver into your ear, through your cochlea and into your Government employee brain! First things first. If you're going to start your service with a robot asking me to key in every single piece of my personal identification information than DO NOT make me regurgitate it to you once I finally do speak with a less than competent service representative. You would think that if there is technology to have a robot greet you on the telephone, that you would be able to transfer the information that I typed in -45 seconds before you picked up the phone- to your computer screen, so that I do not have to repeat it to you to prove who I am. And secondly, if I'm calling about making payments and stuff, why do you care if it's actually me anyway, you're getting your fucking money at $2.85 interest per day for the next ten years regardless, so I'm sure you don't actually care who it is you're talking to.
Secondly: I am calling this line because I'm stressing out trying to figure out the in's and outs of this freakin student loan thing so when I do call you and I'm finally put through to a human please refrain from being rude to me. I know that you've been at a call center all day and are probably hating your life. But seriously, I need to figure this shit out so I don't screw up MY life. So rushing through everything I want to know, and not explaining it so that I understand, followed by rudely asking me if you've "answered all my questions" is not exactly helpful. And no, you haven't answered all of my questions. You've responded to my questions with a slew of words that I do not for the life of me understand, because you're talking a mile a minute. And instead of just answering my simple questions, you take me through a long list of things that I already do know and understand; which leads me to conclude that you actually don't know the answers either, but you can explain the parts that are easy to understand. You're unhelpful, and I hate you.
Yours truly, Nyall Savidant.
I don't really feel like ranting about the post office, because I'll just become furious, however I will continue with the whole customer service thing.
Tech support, what the hell is with tech support these days? At the risk of sounding like a racist jackass I have to say, I would rather have to deal with an automated service rep, than an actual human that I can't fucking understand. I'm pretty sure that I've seen job adds for those things before, and one of the only requirements is that you can speak, read and write English. Apparently these jobs don't get many applicants because I've yet to have one single tech support person who is fluent in English, and if they are, their accent is so thick that you can't understand them anyway. How are you supposed to tell me how to fix my computer, when you don't know what I'm asking you? Or when you don't know how to communicate an answer to me in a way that I can understand the words coming out of your mouth. I took Italian in my first year of university. I barely know any of the language anymore, but I somehow feel that I would be able to get a tech support job for some Italian company, and as long as I mumble a few audible words I would be okay.
I want to know your thoughts on "Phoneplay" and your opinions on the so called customer service. Post a comment, and follow the blog for more Mental Diarrhea!
Here is a list of automated customer service lines that have been pissing me off lately:
- Cell phone help lines
-Telephone banking
- STUDENT LOANS OFFICE!
- The Grande Prairie Post Offices
I will start with the Cell Phones.
Dear Cell Phone Company:
If I am calling you, I am more than likely calling you because I have a question about why my phone bill is 500 dollars more than it should be. Maybe you're just being smart and proactive, knowing that the caller is more than likely disgruntled and wanting to make your day a living hell. Okay, I'll give you that. HOWEVER! Making me go through a thousand automated options:For service in English, please press 1
For service in French, press 2
If you're feeling frustrated and want to beat small children with a rusty golf club, press 3.
Is not going to make me any less disgruntled. In fact, it's probably going to do the exact opposite! Because after waiting in a cue for a half hour only to get to a fucking automated voice telling me to press this and that. And I don't know if this is done on purpose or not, but they never EVER seem to have the option that you're looking for. So you have to listen to a thousand lists of shit that you don't need just to have the option to talk to a human. It is stupid and infuriating, please remedy this or I will be forced to destroy you!
Sincerely, Nyall Savidant.
Now let's discuss telephone banking.
Dear telephone banking people:
Your service is terrible and quite un-necessary. First I am stuck with an automated person, and when I actually do talk to a human, you never seem to know what the hell you're talking about. So, you should probably just get rid of your service all together. :)
Now to personally address the Government of Canada and their God forsaken student loan help line!
You make me so, SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ANGRY! I want to scream profanities through my telephone, out of your receiver into your ear, through your cochlea and into your Government employee brain! First things first. If you're going to start your service with a robot asking me to key in every single piece of my personal identification information than DO NOT make me regurgitate it to you once I finally do speak with a less than competent service representative. You would think that if there is technology to have a robot greet you on the telephone, that you would be able to transfer the information that I typed in -45 seconds before you picked up the phone- to your computer screen, so that I do not have to repeat it to you to prove who I am. And secondly, if I'm calling about making payments and stuff, why do you care if it's actually me anyway, you're getting your fucking money at $2.85 interest per day for the next ten years regardless, so I'm sure you don't actually care who it is you're talking to.
Secondly: I am calling this line because I'm stressing out trying to figure out the in's and outs of this freakin student loan thing so when I do call you and I'm finally put through to a human please refrain from being rude to me. I know that you've been at a call center all day and are probably hating your life. But seriously, I need to figure this shit out so I don't screw up MY life. So rushing through everything I want to know, and not explaining it so that I understand, followed by rudely asking me if you've "answered all my questions" is not exactly helpful. And no, you haven't answered all of my questions. You've responded to my questions with a slew of words that I do not for the life of me understand, because you're talking a mile a minute. And instead of just answering my simple questions, you take me through a long list of things that I already do know and understand; which leads me to conclude that you actually don't know the answers either, but you can explain the parts that are easy to understand. You're unhelpful, and I hate you.
Yours truly, Nyall Savidant.
I don't really feel like ranting about the post office, because I'll just become furious, however I will continue with the whole customer service thing.
Tech support, what the hell is with tech support these days? At the risk of sounding like a racist jackass I have to say, I would rather have to deal with an automated service rep, than an actual human that I can't fucking understand. I'm pretty sure that I've seen job adds for those things before, and one of the only requirements is that you can speak, read and write English. Apparently these jobs don't get many applicants because I've yet to have one single tech support person who is fluent in English, and if they are, their accent is so thick that you can't understand them anyway. How are you supposed to tell me how to fix my computer, when you don't know what I'm asking you? Or when you don't know how to communicate an answer to me in a way that I can understand the words coming out of your mouth. I took Italian in my first year of university. I barely know any of the language anymore, but I somehow feel that I would be able to get a tech support job for some Italian company, and as long as I mumble a few audible words I would be okay.
I want to know your thoughts on "Phoneplay" and your opinions on the so called customer service. Post a comment, and follow the blog for more Mental Diarrhea!
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
I think therefore I am
I have some strange thoughts. And makes me question Rene Descartes thoughts behind his famous phrase: "I think, therefore I am."
I think, therefore I am...what? It has become my personal opinion that something happened which resulted in Descartes just not finishing the phrase. When people read it they were all like "ooooo that's deep man" and continued to smoke philosophically out of their pipes. So once again, we get a bunch of freakin' stoners thinking that something is really friggin sweet when if you really think about it you're like "wha?"
This statement "I think therefore I am" was a way of proving personal existence. I am able to have conscious thought, therefore I must be conscious. So I hereby deduce that to be conscious, one must indeed exist.
Perfectly sensible, indeed it is. My hat is off to you Descartes. But this leaves me at the opening statement. Which is that I have some very odd thoughts.
Thoughts of Nyall:
-What would it be like to wear watermelons as slippers?
- Bouncing on the clouds would be fun wouldn't it?
- How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
-What if everything was the same shade blue?
-I want to get a ferret and train him to fetch my watermelon slippers.
-If I followed that person home, would they notice?
-How much scotch tape would I have to eat for it to be lethal?
Now I ask the question: Why?
Why on Earth would somebody think these thoughts. Nobody needs to know what it would be like to have fruit slippers! And why would anyone wonder that anyway? Lastly, what would thoughts like that prove? "I think, therefore I am stupid"? "I think, therefore, I am crazy"? It could be countless other things.
Take actual insane people for instance. A lot of them claim to have heard voices telling them to do things, those are thoughts that they have. And with those thoughts they have created another entity. Sometimes a completely other person. The fact of whether that person telling them to do things is real or not, has no real matter. Because somehow or other, that false being has effected the world that we live in. And has therefore become real. In case that is a little confusing, I will explain it like this.
IE: Somebody murders the president of the United States and claims that a man named Greg told him to do it. After extensive psychiatric assessments they come to realize that Greg is none other than a delusion of this assassin. Whether we like to think it or not, Greg altered history. He had a direct roll in changing the outcome of our world. And if our world truly is a physical and conscious world, than one would have to be physical and conscious to alter it, wouldn't they?
Moreover, is it possible that one doesn't have to think to exist? Or maybe it could be "I think, therefore I am all powerful" or "I think, therefore I create". Either one works really. Children play God all the time. They don't even know they're doing it. When you call your child in for dinner, and they're outside running around the street (at least that's what you see). In reality ( at least theirs) they are running through the forest, being chased by knights, fighting in a war, or simply can't touch the ground because it's lava. This is all creation, due to thought. They created a world that they can play in, and it's all subject to change. However, it's subject to change solely on the thoughts of the creator. Which is sort of contradictory to the whole "I think therefore I am". If you really think about it. If all of that is possible, if people can create alternate realities completely in their head, due to thought. Than maybe we're all in our own creation. Maybe no one but you exists, everyone else is there due to a synapse firing off a signal in your brain. Maybe it should really be "I think therefore, I am not".
Humans have advanced very far in science and technology due to thought. We too can play God. Through thought has come the power to create and destroy with the greatest of ease. We (though the laws prohibit it) can make other humans, without reproduction. We can build them, and pretty close to our exact specifications. But we can also destroy an entire continent with the push of a button.
This all leads me to repeat what I already said. My hat is off to you Descartes, though I greatly wish I could have known the entire sentence.
"I think, therefore I am___________"
I think, therefore I am...what? It has become my personal opinion that something happened which resulted in Descartes just not finishing the phrase. When people read it they were all like "ooooo that's deep man" and continued to smoke philosophically out of their pipes. So once again, we get a bunch of freakin' stoners thinking that something is really friggin sweet when if you really think about it you're like "wha?"
This statement "I think therefore I am" was a way of proving personal existence. I am able to have conscious thought, therefore I must be conscious. So I hereby deduce that to be conscious, one must indeed exist.
Perfectly sensible, indeed it is. My hat is off to you Descartes. But this leaves me at the opening statement. Which is that I have some very odd thoughts.
Thoughts of Nyall:
-What would it be like to wear watermelons as slippers?
- Bouncing on the clouds would be fun wouldn't it?
- How much wood could a woodchuck chuck?
-What if everything was the same shade blue?
-I want to get a ferret and train him to fetch my watermelon slippers.
-If I followed that person home, would they notice?
-How much scotch tape would I have to eat for it to be lethal?
Now I ask the question: Why?
Why on Earth would somebody think these thoughts. Nobody needs to know what it would be like to have fruit slippers! And why would anyone wonder that anyway? Lastly, what would thoughts like that prove? "I think, therefore I am stupid"? "I think, therefore, I am crazy"? It could be countless other things.
Take actual insane people for instance. A lot of them claim to have heard voices telling them to do things, those are thoughts that they have. And with those thoughts they have created another entity. Sometimes a completely other person. The fact of whether that person telling them to do things is real or not, has no real matter. Because somehow or other, that false being has effected the world that we live in. And has therefore become real. In case that is a little confusing, I will explain it like this.
IE: Somebody murders the president of the United States and claims that a man named Greg told him to do it. After extensive psychiatric assessments they come to realize that Greg is none other than a delusion of this assassin. Whether we like to think it or not, Greg altered history. He had a direct roll in changing the outcome of our world. And if our world truly is a physical and conscious world, than one would have to be physical and conscious to alter it, wouldn't they?
Moreover, is it possible that one doesn't have to think to exist? Or maybe it could be "I think, therefore I am all powerful" or "I think, therefore I create". Either one works really. Children play God all the time. They don't even know they're doing it. When you call your child in for dinner, and they're outside running around the street (at least that's what you see). In reality ( at least theirs) they are running through the forest, being chased by knights, fighting in a war, or simply can't touch the ground because it's lava. This is all creation, due to thought. They created a world that they can play in, and it's all subject to change. However, it's subject to change solely on the thoughts of the creator. Which is sort of contradictory to the whole "I think therefore I am". If you really think about it. If all of that is possible, if people can create alternate realities completely in their head, due to thought. Than maybe we're all in our own creation. Maybe no one but you exists, everyone else is there due to a synapse firing off a signal in your brain. Maybe it should really be "I think therefore, I am not".
Humans have advanced very far in science and technology due to thought. We too can play God. Through thought has come the power to create and destroy with the greatest of ease. We (though the laws prohibit it) can make other humans, without reproduction. We can build them, and pretty close to our exact specifications. But we can also destroy an entire continent with the push of a button.
This all leads me to repeat what I already said. My hat is off to you Descartes, though I greatly wish I could have known the entire sentence.
"I think, therefore I am___________"
Monday, November 8, 2010
Thoughts from the Farmers Market
I pretty much hate this place. But at the same time I look forward to the days that I work at the market. Why? You might ask.
Reasons I hate working the market:
- There is never any customers and I sit around and do nothing all day.
Reasons why I love working the market:
-There is never any customers and I sit around and do nothing all day.
So you see, it's very hard to decide whether or not I should get excited about working here or not. However I do get to people watch.... And the odd thing is, I've come to notice that everywhere is the same just different people and such.
I've noticed that society is like a very basic computer mainframe. Picture a city from a sky view. It's like a grid, a bunch of squares with things in them. But there are also programs. That's where it gets weird, because we are the programs. Yes there are plenty of different people, each one of them unique in their own way, but at the same time having something in common with other people. We all have our role in making the societal computer keep running. Take construction workers for example. Every city has them, they are essential. They could be compared to a anti-virus software. Say there's a bad road, or an old run down building that is negatively effecting the city. Construction crews (the anti-virus) come in and tear that shit down, and replace it with something better.
Now take traffic. Traffic is the ultimate program in society. We're all so malleable. Once again, picture a computer mother board, and compare it to the grid of a city. Cars are like the electricity running through the circuit boards. And it's all controlled by lights. When a light turns green the circuit is complete and traffic is free to flow in the direction it needs to go. When the light turns red, it's focusing the flow to a different area where it's needed.
And now, above all this, I've come to realize how very much like a program the human body is itself. It was the anti-virus allusion that did this for me. When we ingest something that is no good for us our body sends in white blood cells that are all like "Get the fuck out or I'll destroy you!" And for the most part it works. But then there are some intricately made viruses that can't be defeated by the anti-virus software, resulting in your computer needing to be replaced, if you know what I mean.
I feel like I've provided you with enough food for thought today. Stay tuned for the next dose of Mental Diarrhea.
Reasons I hate working the market:
- There is never any customers and I sit around and do nothing all day.
Reasons why I love working the market:
-There is never any customers and I sit around and do nothing all day.
So you see, it's very hard to decide whether or not I should get excited about working here or not. However I do get to people watch.... And the odd thing is, I've come to notice that everywhere is the same just different people and such.
I've noticed that society is like a very basic computer mainframe. Picture a city from a sky view. It's like a grid, a bunch of squares with things in them. But there are also programs. That's where it gets weird, because we are the programs. Yes there are plenty of different people, each one of them unique in their own way, but at the same time having something in common with other people. We all have our role in making the societal computer keep running. Take construction workers for example. Every city has them, they are essential. They could be compared to a anti-virus software. Say there's a bad road, or an old run down building that is negatively effecting the city. Construction crews (the anti-virus) come in and tear that shit down, and replace it with something better.
Now take traffic. Traffic is the ultimate program in society. We're all so malleable. Once again, picture a computer mother board, and compare it to the grid of a city. Cars are like the electricity running through the circuit boards. And it's all controlled by lights. When a light turns green the circuit is complete and traffic is free to flow in the direction it needs to go. When the light turns red, it's focusing the flow to a different area where it's needed.
And now, above all this, I've come to realize how very much like a program the human body is itself. It was the anti-virus allusion that did this for me. When we ingest something that is no good for us our body sends in white blood cells that are all like "Get the fuck out or I'll destroy you!" And for the most part it works. But then there are some intricately made viruses that can't be defeated by the anti-virus software, resulting in your computer needing to be replaced, if you know what I mean.
I feel like I've provided you with enough food for thought today. Stay tuned for the next dose of Mental Diarrhea.
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