I get high and think of crazy shit
Christianity say that free will is man’s punishment for eating the fobidden fruit in the garden of Eden, falling for satan, who is evil. But what if free will is not what all people have yet? take for instance, how the world is constantly getting worse as time passes in some peoples opinions. The 50’s were a good time. The 90’s a bad time. But what major difference lies between these two eras? In the 50’s people strived to all be alike and appear to be happy. They had no option or outlet for negative expression such as violent pastimes/activities (paintball, violent video games, going to a bar for fighting). adolosecents were supposed to be happy, submissive, and obeying, and nice. now, they are mopey, diassociative, and angry. this is because in the 50s there was no free will for people - no outlets for creativity, raw and true emotion, for a personality. now in more contemporary times, people are just that. but maybe free will, the product of the forbidden fruit and what people now more than ever possess, is EVIL like the bible says and that this (free will) is what is causing the world to become worse and even more evil. maybe, instead of what has already occured, the garden of eden tale is a WARNING of what happens when man accepts the devils fruit, or free will, and uses this absolute and utter free will (devoid of concern for rules and conduct) to make the world one of pain and darkness, very much like the one adam and eve find themselves in.
right before 23rd minute in fear and loathing - good for cd ending
Maybe the ‘American Dream’ is no longer the hunt and success for some great achievement - be it wealth or happiness. In a time like now, maybe it really is just a dream. Who’s to say it didn’t die already with the Great Depression, the hippie movement, or the uprising [omitted]. The American Dream is when a poor man takes nothing and turns it into his vision, creates his achievement, and lives his dream. Now, with the gradual demise of the middle class, where rich and poor are exactly that, does the American Dream exist anymore? What success story can one think of that has happened recently - a true story of the American Dream?
In the movie Fight Club, based off of a book by Chuck Palaniuk, the character Tyler Durden says,
“I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.”
Instead of looking at these words as a cry from a demented life and a man with schizophrenia, one must consider another idea: that these words are the truest essence of the middle class’s (the “middle children of history”) failure to complete the American dream and a close look into what is the pain of being middle class - a victim of suburbia.
The middle class, itself, can be considered the opposite of the American Dream. The American Dream is the concept that a man can go from rags to riches - to take nothing but the honor and title of a “self-made man” and to work so hard and phenomenally that he can bring his Dream to life. But, in the middle class one does not start poor. And, in staying within that middle class, never achieves what one truly desires - just sampling it, here and there, and achieving only a few mementos and inklings of what one truly wanted. There will be no glory and no true happiness within the middle class - the middle class is just that: not being at the bottom, but never being at the top. Take for instance a man who has done “well for himself:” he is successful, smart, and has achieved many of the great things people wanted for him. But, is “well” what he wanted for himself? What did he miss out when he worked to start his life. In the early years when one’s status is established - those years in which youth is wasting away and dying at every birthday, does one give up and accept mediocrity? Does one just accept living within the middle? That person ends up “doing well” and living within a “generation” of “slaves in white collars,” never truly getting what he wanted. And what else of this err of the middle class - those who exist in what one in America occurs and encounters mainly in suburbia. Is this what makes suburban teenagers so sad, depressed, and rebellious? That they are missing out somewhere and not seeing that greater picture, that peak on the hill where they can finally see the wave crash and fall back? Trends such as generation X, punks, grunge rockers, and emokids failed to achieve what the hippies did in the 60’s - a youth in which sensation and emotion truly peaked and could never be tapped into again. Constantly at war with standards and goals that their parents, peers, and other adults cemented them into, never breaking out of the middle class and living the American Dream?
“We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives.” With nothing great, amazing, and history-book worthy to find within the middle class and suburbia, what is one locked into this halfway point constantly trying to break free of? The generations before us truly lived what made history as we know it. But in the books today, what will we really remember? The tragedy of September 11th and the threat of the terrorists, a new pope, a election recount, and a few pop stars that might make the history books? What will our children know about the time we lived? Only what they’re told in school, by their friends, and from what puzzle pieces they could assemble from what little they knew about their grandparents and parents time (those who lived from 1980 and so forth in suburbia). Truly, those of the future who didn’t live in the great time of the true, depressed middle class and suburbia won’t remember this: summer nights sitting on the porch, fireworks displays with their friends on the fourth of July, Nintendo 64, bonfires with your friends, nights spend driving endlessly trying to put a name to something greater that they couldn’t understand, and struggling to make sense of what exactly makes a suburbian kid so damn sad.
Religion, much like a language, is man’s tool to explain what he didn’t, himself, know yet.
Tonight if I die
I die in my sleep
I’ll tuck myself into
My euphoric sheets
Laying awake and
Trying to figure out
What makes me wee
I have nothing I want
And everything I don’t
This will all make more sense
If I can get stoned
My father won’t tell me
What he was like
From when he stopped drinking
To when he learned how
To ride a bike
Tommorow if I die
I die when I wake
atavistic: During the interval between the acceptance of Darwinian evolution theory and the rise of modern understanding of genetics, atavism was used to account for the reappearance in an individual of a trait after several generations of absence. Such an individual was sometimes called a "throwback". The term is often used in connection with the unexpected reappearance of primitive traits in organisms.
right before 23rd minute in fear and loathing - good for cd ending
Maybe the ‘American Dream’ is no longer the hunt and success for some great achievement - be it wealth or happiness. In a time like now, maybe it really is just a dream. Who’s to say it didn’t die already with the Great Depression, the hippie movement, or the uprising [omitted]. The American Dream is when a poor man takes nothing and turns it into his vision, creates his achievement, and lives his dream. Now, with the gradual demise of the middle class, where rich and poor are exactly that, does the American Dream exist anymore? What success story can one think of that has happened recently - a true story of the American Dream?
In the movie Fight Club, based off of a book by Chuck Palaniuk, the character Tyler Durden says,
“I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.”
Instead of looking at these words as a cry from a demented life and a man with schizophrenia, one must consider another idea: that these words are the truest essence of the middle class’s (the “middle children of history”) failure to complete the American dream and a close look into what is the pain of being middle class - a victim of suburbia.
The middle class, itself, can be considered the opposite of the American Dream. The American Dream is the concept that a man can go from rags to riches - to take nothing but the honor and title of a “self-made man” and to work so hard and phenomenally that he can bring his Dream to life. But, in the middle class one does not start poor. And, in staying within that middle class, never achieves what one truly desires - just sampling it, here and there, and achieving only a few mementos and inklings of what one truly wanted. There will be no glory and no true happiness within the middle class - the middle class is just that: not being at the bottom, but never being at the top. Take for instance a man who has done “well for himself:” he is successful, smart, and has achieved many of the great things people wanted for him. But, is “well” what he wanted for himself? What did he miss out when he worked to start his life. In the early years when one’s status is established - those years in which youth is wasting away and dying at every birthday, does one give up and accept mediocrity? Does one just accept living within the middle? That person ends up “doing well” and living within a “generation” of “slaves in white collars,” never truly getting what he wanted. And what else of this err of the middle class - those who exist in what one in America occurs and encounters mainly in suburbia. Is this what makes suburban teenagers so sad, depressed, and rebellious? That they are missing out somewhere and not seeing that greater picture, that peak on the hill where they can finally see the wave crash and fall back? Trends such as generation X, punks, grunge rockers, and emokids failed to achieve what the hippies did in the 60’s - a youth in which sensation and emotion truly peaked and could never be tapped into again. Constantly at war with standards and goals that their parents, peers, and other adults cemented them into, never breaking out of the middle class and living the American Dream?
“We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives.” With nothing great, amazing, and history-book worthy to find within the middle class and suburbia, what is one locked into this halfway point constantly trying to break free of? The generations before us truly lived what made history as we know it. But in the books today, what will we really remember? The tragedy of September 11th and the threat of the terrorists, a new pope, a election recount, and a few pop stars that might make the history books? What will our children know about the time we lived? Only what they’re told in school, by their friends, and from what puzzle pieces they could assemble from what little they knew about their grandparents and parents time (those who lived from 1980 and so forth in suburbia). Truly, those of the future who didn’t live in the great time of the true, depressed middle class and suburbia won’t remember this: summer nights sitting on the porch, fireworks displays with their friends on the fourth of July, Nintendo 64, bonfires with your friends, nights spend driving endlessly trying to put a name to something greater that they couldn’t understand, and struggling to make sense of what exactly makes a suburbian kid so damn sad.
Religion, much like a language, is man’s tool to explain what he didn’t, himself, know yet.
Tonight if I die
I die in my sleep
I’ll tuck myself into
My euphoric sheets
Laying awake and
Trying to figure out
What makes me wee
I have nothing I want
And everything I don’t
This will all make more sense
If I can get stoned
My father won’t tell me
What he was like
From when he stopped drinking
To when he learned how
To ride a bike
Tommorow if I die
I die when I wake
atavistic: During the interval between the acceptance of Darwinian evolution theory and the rise of modern understanding of genetics, atavism was used to account for the reappearance in an individual of a trait after several generations of absence. Such an individual was sometimes called a "throwback". The term is often used in connection with the unexpected reappearance of primitive traits in organisms.