another day of introspective
This will be another one of those super long philosophical rants that no one listens to.
As i'm typing this, MI 3 is on. Movies are funny. He has his wife kill him....so he can come back.....and it works.
As i was at work today people were talking about OJ simpson. Supposedly he made a book or someone else made a book about him. Whatever. What the rant is about is being crazy. About living life.
As a person grows up they learn what they are supposed to do with their life. You learn what choices are bad. What choices are good. You do have the freedom to exercise choice. However you quickly learn that with those choices, it is decided that you will not be allowed to be a part of society should you make choices against the norm. You learn that life is about you spending your first 12 years in school, at which, during your 11th year you have to start thinking about living life outside of school and being taken care of by your parents. That you have to spend your money, or if you are lucky enough, someone else's money to go and take at least 2 more years of college so that you can get a "decent" job in our society. Now here's where things get screwed up. You work at your job, which, while you may "like" it's still work. There are tons of other things that you can be, and very often times, would much rather be doing. Yet you spend 8 hours of your day there. If you count the fact that you will spend about a half hour in commute from morning and evening time, that's nine hours of your day. So you get off at about 6. The average person needs 6 hours of sleep. But lets be honest, ....NO ONE sleeps for exactly 6 hours a night. If you have a significant other, that's at least an hour and a half a night gone for sex. So, after you get off work at 5, the half hour commute makes it 5:30. You get with friends and maybe spend an hour and a half drinking, watching sports, "playing" so to speak. So now it's 7. Then you go home and make dinner for yourself. Eat, Do some random other activity, until 10 rolls around. You have sex, shower, and now it's time to sleep. You get up at 6, rinse repeat. Basically, about 12 of the hours in your 16 hour day aren't yours. Yet, we call this life. We have accepted it and simply live our lives waiting for the weekend. "Oh it's the weekend...i can do stuff without worrying about time." Aren't our lives short enough to have to worry about time?
Now here's where the crazy part comes into play. Lets say, i have an imaginary friend. We will call him boba fet (yes, his backpack does have jets). Lets say i talk to boba fet. Me and boba have a very intimate relationship. However, only i know about his existence. When i'm surrounded by people or when i'm in social situations, I'm just as "normal" as anyone would ever think i was. Yet, because i have a serious relationship with an imaginary friend, People would consider me crazy. I'm not hurting them, as a matter of fact i'm an contributing member of society. I pay taxes, i volunteer, i own a home. Everything that society says i should do to live here. Except for the fact, My best friend only exists in my mind (and the star wars relm, but that's another rant ^_^). Why is it that i'm crazy? Why would a person have to adhere to what "societies" principles of Sanity are, when the person in question isn't hurting anyone with their "crazyness" for lack of a better word. Now, sure, i'm a believer in order. I do believe that there has to be order. I'm not all for total anarchy. While i do think it would be interesting, i'm not saying that's what we should have. What i don't understand, what will always fail me, is how people can be raised with the way they are taught, and never question things like....their existence. Why questioning existence is "the lack of having a life." I've tried to have this rant (in a much tamer form) with many people. Most of the "normal" people, The people who consider themselves normal, just chalk this type of thinking up to "oh you need a hobby" or "you just need a girlfriend"
Yes, i can honestly say that in terms of a "normal" society i'm crazy. I'm freaking nuts. Not just my lack of fear of death. Not just my general disgust with the way things are. But yeah, i'm down right loony. However, i'm completely happy with that. I'm proud to raise my head up and scream in the middle of a mall that I'm a psycho. I don't want attention. It's my sincere hope, that someone will ask me, why, hear my explanation, and maybe start questioning their life as well. I don't get how people can live the way we live and just be fine with everything.
As i'm typing this, MI 3 is on. Movies are funny. He has his wife kill him....so he can come back.....and it works.
As i was at work today people were talking about OJ simpson. Supposedly he made a book or someone else made a book about him. Whatever. What the rant is about is being crazy. About living life.
As a person grows up they learn what they are supposed to do with their life. You learn what choices are bad. What choices are good. You do have the freedom to exercise choice. However you quickly learn that with those choices, it is decided that you will not be allowed to be a part of society should you make choices against the norm. You learn that life is about you spending your first 12 years in school, at which, during your 11th year you have to start thinking about living life outside of school and being taken care of by your parents. That you have to spend your money, or if you are lucky enough, someone else's money to go and take at least 2 more years of college so that you can get a "decent" job in our society. Now here's where things get screwed up. You work at your job, which, while you may "like" it's still work. There are tons of other things that you can be, and very often times, would much rather be doing. Yet you spend 8 hours of your day there. If you count the fact that you will spend about a half hour in commute from morning and evening time, that's nine hours of your day. So you get off at about 6. The average person needs 6 hours of sleep. But lets be honest, ....NO ONE sleeps for exactly 6 hours a night. If you have a significant other, that's at least an hour and a half a night gone for sex. So, after you get off work at 5, the half hour commute makes it 5:30. You get with friends and maybe spend an hour and a half drinking, watching sports, "playing" so to speak. So now it's 7. Then you go home and make dinner for yourself. Eat, Do some random other activity, until 10 rolls around. You have sex, shower, and now it's time to sleep. You get up at 6, rinse repeat. Basically, about 12 of the hours in your 16 hour day aren't yours. Yet, we call this life. We have accepted it and simply live our lives waiting for the weekend. "Oh it's the weekend...i can do stuff without worrying about time." Aren't our lives short enough to have to worry about time?
Now here's where the crazy part comes into play. Lets say, i have an imaginary friend. We will call him boba fet (yes, his backpack does have jets). Lets say i talk to boba fet. Me and boba have a very intimate relationship. However, only i know about his existence. When i'm surrounded by people or when i'm in social situations, I'm just as "normal" as anyone would ever think i was. Yet, because i have a serious relationship with an imaginary friend, People would consider me crazy. I'm not hurting them, as a matter of fact i'm an contributing member of society. I pay taxes, i volunteer, i own a home. Everything that society says i should do to live here. Except for the fact, My best friend only exists in my mind (and the star wars relm, but that's another rant ^_^). Why is it that i'm crazy? Why would a person have to adhere to what "societies" principles of Sanity are, when the person in question isn't hurting anyone with their "crazyness" for lack of a better word. Now, sure, i'm a believer in order. I do believe that there has to be order. I'm not all for total anarchy. While i do think it would be interesting, i'm not saying that's what we should have. What i don't understand, what will always fail me, is how people can be raised with the way they are taught, and never question things like....their existence. Why questioning existence is "the lack of having a life." I've tried to have this rant (in a much tamer form) with many people. Most of the "normal" people, The people who consider themselves normal, just chalk this type of thinking up to "oh you need a hobby" or "you just need a girlfriend"
Yes, i can honestly say that in terms of a "normal" society i'm crazy. I'm freaking nuts. Not just my lack of fear of death. Not just my general disgust with the way things are. But yeah, i'm down right loony. However, i'm completely happy with that. I'm proud to raise my head up and scream in the middle of a mall that I'm a psycho. I don't want attention. It's my sincere hope, that someone will ask me, why, hear my explanation, and maybe start questioning their life as well. I don't get how people can live the way we live and just be fine with everything.