My hello to the bitches over at Times Square. Happy New Year.
It's new year's eve. I find myself once more in my grandparents' ancestral house, like every other year that my 18- year existence remembers. This year, however, I'm a year older and a year more insightful. This should prove to be an interesting evening no matter how cynical I might get, and I was right- it didn't dissapoint.
I was actually quite elated to go to this little get- together thing we have. Christmas might originally have been a good holiday, but the celebration's already too fucking globalized for it's own good.
The glory of New Year's Eve, however, was something to really bask in. Sure, it may have been globalized too, but spending money on things like fireworks was always seemed to be my kind of thing. It's actually kind of strange because the family I belong to doesn't really believe in wasting too much money on fireworks. Why, you ask? I guess the reason why I like it is because fireworks are ethereal, fleeting moments of beauty accompanied by boisterous fanfares of bangs, hisses and whistles. Fireworks always grabbed everyone's attention while they were there, performing their graceful pyrotechnic ballet, precisely because they're SO damn pretty and SO damn loud. And guess what, they never fail to do what most stand-up comics can only dream of- leave the crowd wanting more. It's that thrill, that warm but sadist feeling you get when you set something on fire, the risk of blowing off one of your fingers. Next time you wonder why anyone would risk their lives just to set a few things on fire to make "banging noises", just remember the reason why people bungee jump. Deep down inside, I believe there's an adrenaline junkie in all of us. We even get our fixes in different ways, other people ski off a 70 degree slope somewhere in northern Europe, while other people engage in an intellectual discourse called "debating".
Where I'm going with all of this is to the fact that all I ever seek now is a bit of excitement to life. A reason ( for the season )to wake up each and every day. I'm not even talking about thrills and spills, living fast and dying young, all that jazz. I'm thinking more in the lines of CHANGE: change in myself, change in others, change in the current government system (don't start accusing me of being a tibak I still don't mind that imp staying in power), all for the better. Trust me when I say that change is ALWAYS exciting. I'm halfway into thinking up an evolutionary theory for why people always like new and exciting things. There has to have been a powerful mechanism, an evolutionary precedent, involved in wiring the modern human psyche, and I'm going to think of that some other time.
After all, this is what the new year's about. And the best part is, most of it happens without us even being aware of it. So much for new year's resolutions, eh? The conscious human mind only takes up roughly 10% of the entire brain mass anyway. 90% of whats left is always working without you knowing, adjusting and recalibrating your programming to be decent and socially acceptable human beings (in the name of survival!).
Happy new year. Spread the love.
I was actually quite elated to go to this little get- together thing we have. Christmas might originally have been a good holiday, but the celebration's already too fucking globalized for it's own good.
The glory of New Year's Eve, however, was something to really bask in. Sure, it may have been globalized too, but spending money on things like fireworks was always seemed to be my kind of thing. It's actually kind of strange because the family I belong to doesn't really believe in wasting too much money on fireworks. Why, you ask? I guess the reason why I like it is because fireworks are ethereal, fleeting moments of beauty accompanied by boisterous fanfares of bangs, hisses and whistles. Fireworks always grabbed everyone's attention while they were there, performing their graceful pyrotechnic ballet, precisely because they're SO damn pretty and SO damn loud. And guess what, they never fail to do what most stand-up comics can only dream of- leave the crowd wanting more. It's that thrill, that warm but sadist feeling you get when you set something on fire, the risk of blowing off one of your fingers. Next time you wonder why anyone would risk their lives just to set a few things on fire to make "banging noises", just remember the reason why people bungee jump. Deep down inside, I believe there's an adrenaline junkie in all of us. We even get our fixes in different ways, other people ski off a 70 degree slope somewhere in northern Europe, while other people engage in an intellectual discourse called "debating".
Where I'm going with all of this is to the fact that all I ever seek now is a bit of excitement to life. A reason ( for the season )to wake up each and every day. I'm not even talking about thrills and spills, living fast and dying young, all that jazz. I'm thinking more in the lines of CHANGE: change in myself, change in others, change in the current government system (don't start accusing me of being a tibak I still don't mind that imp staying in power), all for the better. Trust me when I say that change is ALWAYS exciting. I'm halfway into thinking up an evolutionary theory for why people always like new and exciting things. There has to have been a powerful mechanism, an evolutionary precedent, involved in wiring the modern human psyche, and I'm going to think of that some other time.
After all, this is what the new year's about. And the best part is, most of it happens without us even being aware of it. So much for new year's resolutions, eh? The conscious human mind only takes up roughly 10% of the entire brain mass anyway. 90% of whats left is always working without you knowing, adjusting and recalibrating your programming to be decent and socially acceptable human beings (in the name of survival!).
Happy new year. Spread the love.