New Journal \ Everything Rant
Well this is my new journal. This journal will mostly be used for rants and raves and just a release of frustration. Everyone I know will more than likely read this, bt if they know me then they should understand, that i like to analyze and bitch about things that are bothering me, or sometimes i just like to think and hopefully what i write to you might make you think as well. Enjoy! :-)
For my first rant I couldnt really pick a specific topic, so I decieded to just do it old school, and bitch about everything I can think of.
My name is Will and I hate you. Now don't feel special, because I practically hate everyone and everything. I hate the way you smell, the way you excrete waste from your anus, and the way you fuck up my karma. I have some odd ideas. All throughout my life people have been telling me that I was strange or weird. Personally, I'm glad I am perceived as different. If I was like everyone else, I'd want to jump off a fucking cliff. The fact is I don't want to look like you or act like you.
I have no fucking desire to fuck like you do or talk like you do. Not interested in dressing like you do or watching TV like you do. I want to do my own thing, and if you don't like it, then don't watch.
Most of us are just clones, and are happy to be the same as everyone else.
"Why think for yourself? It takes way too much effort. Why stand out as being different? I don't want to be an outcast! I'll just let the media and society tell me what and who I should be. Then I'll be perfectly content and everyone will like me."
Yeah, Right.
I think that when we die, we should be turned into fertilizer. No shit. Cemeteries are a waste of space if you ask me. I want you to chop me up into little bits and grow something useful out of me. Parsley, marijuana, it doesn't matter. When did this whole 'bury me in a box and come worship my grave' thing start? It's really morbid if you think about it. Worshiping a box filled with dead people bits. Ew.
As sad as it is, we're just meat. No different from the steak that you eat at dinner, except for that big pulsating brain we have. Once we're dead, we revert back to the elements from which we came. Get over it.
I think that if you are terminally ill, you should have the right (and option) to have a doctor give you a little pill that would make you really high and feel great, then kill you. We all have the right to control our own fate, and suffering from a brain tumor that is going to kill you in a miserable, painful fashion is a really shitty way to die.
Damn, would you look at me! I sound like the protagonist from Brave New World or Soylent Green or something. How's this one: I think that pretending you're a homosexual just to get attention is so 1993.
I think that being able to buy Starbucks coffee in a bottle is a sign that the apocalypse is near. I actually bought a 6 pack of Frappachino the other day. It's quite delicious, but made me feel like I should also be having sex with the pool boy. I wish I even had a pool.
I think that Mr. T probably has a lot of repressed homosexual desires for young teenage white boys. All that pent up anger. I also think that love is just a chemical imbalance that can easily be treated with the proper medication, and most of us are blind with hormonal lust. I know I am.
I think that stubbing your toe while walking up the stairs is God's way of telling you he hates you. I stub my toe at least three times a day.
As I sit here on a miserably boring Tuesday evening listening to Bob Marley composing some manic thoughts for tens of thousands of people to read, I think it's amazing how I can sit here on my soapbox and analyze the world from the comfort of my home. I think it's wild that tons of people are reading my useless thoughts, which all could be totally wrong and the product of bad neurons in my head.
Every time I look at the world I just see raging contradictions, raging hypocrisy, lies and stupidity. Death, destruction, chaos and suffering. After a while you just have to sit back, crack open a cold one and laugh at how stupid everything really is. How pointless our existence is. Random luck, beautiful chaos.
We might as well just try to enjoy the short time that we have here, right?
I think George Carlin said it best:
The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death. What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty
years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating... you finish off as an orgasm.
How perfect was that?
Yeah, yeah, opinions are like assholes -- Everyone has one and they usually stink. Everyone can voice their opinion, but only a few people can actually get their opinion heard. Whether this is done at gunpoint, or by yelling much louder than everyone else, eventually someone will hear you, but will they understand you?
The fact is, I have absolutely no idea what I'm trying to say here. I haven't slept for 24 hours, and my mind is going.
A little bit more about me: I've never voted for any political group in my life. I figure that other people can chose the wrong people for me, since they've done a pretty damn good job so far.
Do you remember that movie with Richard Pryor called Brewster's Millions? At least that's what I think it was called. Well anyhow, dude inherits a jillion dollars and has to spend a certain amount of of it in a few days or he doesn't get to keep any of it, or something like that. Now I remember a part where he puts up ads all over the city saying he'll pay you not to vote for any mayoral candidate.
How cool would it be if no one voted? That is the perfect way to throw everything into chaos. A beautiful, sustained and calculated anarchy. Fuck violent revolution, it's not necessary. Though I feel that I would get tired of anarchy after a few days and yearn for stability and pseudo-reason.
Our society is slowly evolving into a bio-technical existence. The melding of man and machine. We now speak in abbreviations, in NUMB3RS, in equations. The perfect way to run the system is to become the system. The perfect way to destroy the system is to make it destroy itself.
That's why before I die I want to transfer the contents of my brain into a computer network. Thus gaining immortality. In closing, I'd like to leave you with the following:
If we could shrink the earth's population to a village of precisely 100 people, with all the existing human ratios remaining the same, it would look like something like this:
There would be:
57 Asians
21 Europeans
14 from the Western Hemisphere, both North and South
8 Africans
52 would be female
48 would be male
70 would be nonwhite
30 would be white
70 would be non-Christian
30 would be Christian
89 would be heterosexual
11 would be homosexual
6 people would possess 59% of the entire world's wealth
All 6 would be from the United States
80 would live in substandard housing
70 would be unable to read
50 would suffer from malnutrition
1 would be near death;
1 would be near birth
1 would have a college education
1 would own a computer
For my first rant I couldnt really pick a specific topic, so I decieded to just do it old school, and bitch about everything I can think of.
My name is Will and I hate you. Now don't feel special, because I practically hate everyone and everything. I hate the way you smell, the way you excrete waste from your anus, and the way you fuck up my karma. I have some odd ideas. All throughout my life people have been telling me that I was strange or weird. Personally, I'm glad I am perceived as different. If I was like everyone else, I'd want to jump off a fucking cliff. The fact is I don't want to look like you or act like you.
I have no fucking desire to fuck like you do or talk like you do. Not interested in dressing like you do or watching TV like you do. I want to do my own thing, and if you don't like it, then don't watch.
Most of us are just clones, and are happy to be the same as everyone else.
"Why think for yourself? It takes way too much effort. Why stand out as being different? I don't want to be an outcast! I'll just let the media and society tell me what and who I should be. Then I'll be perfectly content and everyone will like me."
Yeah, Right.
I think that when we die, we should be turned into fertilizer. No shit. Cemeteries are a waste of space if you ask me. I want you to chop me up into little bits and grow something useful out of me. Parsley, marijuana, it doesn't matter. When did this whole 'bury me in a box and come worship my grave' thing start? It's really morbid if you think about it. Worshiping a box filled with dead people bits. Ew.
As sad as it is, we're just meat. No different from the steak that you eat at dinner, except for that big pulsating brain we have. Once we're dead, we revert back to the elements from which we came. Get over it.
I think that if you are terminally ill, you should have the right (and option) to have a doctor give you a little pill that would make you really high and feel great, then kill you. We all have the right to control our own fate, and suffering from a brain tumor that is going to kill you in a miserable, painful fashion is a really shitty way to die.
Damn, would you look at me! I sound like the protagonist from Brave New World or Soylent Green or something. How's this one: I think that pretending you're a homosexual just to get attention is so 1993.
I think that being able to buy Starbucks coffee in a bottle is a sign that the apocalypse is near. I actually bought a 6 pack of Frappachino the other day. It's quite delicious, but made me feel like I should also be having sex with the pool boy. I wish I even had a pool.
I think that Mr. T probably has a lot of repressed homosexual desires for young teenage white boys. All that pent up anger. I also think that love is just a chemical imbalance that can easily be treated with the proper medication, and most of us are blind with hormonal lust. I know I am.
I think that stubbing your toe while walking up the stairs is God's way of telling you he hates you. I stub my toe at least three times a day.
As I sit here on a miserably boring Tuesday evening listening to Bob Marley composing some manic thoughts for tens of thousands of people to read, I think it's amazing how I can sit here on my soapbox and analyze the world from the comfort of my home. I think it's wild that tons of people are reading my useless thoughts, which all could be totally wrong and the product of bad neurons in my head.
Every time I look at the world I just see raging contradictions, raging hypocrisy, lies and stupidity. Death, destruction, chaos and suffering. After a while you just have to sit back, crack open a cold one and laugh at how stupid everything really is. How pointless our existence is. Random luck, beautiful chaos.
We might as well just try to enjoy the short time that we have here, right?
I think George Carlin said it best:
The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death. What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty
years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating... you finish off as an orgasm.
How perfect was that?
Yeah, yeah, opinions are like assholes -- Everyone has one and they usually stink. Everyone can voice their opinion, but only a few people can actually get their opinion heard. Whether this is done at gunpoint, or by yelling much louder than everyone else, eventually someone will hear you, but will they understand you?
The fact is, I have absolutely no idea what I'm trying to say here. I haven't slept for 24 hours, and my mind is going.
A little bit more about me: I've never voted for any political group in my life. I figure that other people can chose the wrong people for me, since they've done a pretty damn good job so far.
Do you remember that movie with Richard Pryor called Brewster's Millions? At least that's what I think it was called. Well anyhow, dude inherits a jillion dollars and has to spend a certain amount of of it in a few days or he doesn't get to keep any of it, or something like that. Now I remember a part where he puts up ads all over the city saying he'll pay you not to vote for any mayoral candidate.
How cool would it be if no one voted? That is the perfect way to throw everything into chaos. A beautiful, sustained and calculated anarchy. Fuck violent revolution, it's not necessary. Though I feel that I would get tired of anarchy after a few days and yearn for stability and pseudo-reason.
Our society is slowly evolving into a bio-technical existence. The melding of man and machine. We now speak in abbreviations, in NUMB3RS, in equations. The perfect way to run the system is to become the system. The perfect way to destroy the system is to make it destroy itself.
That's why before I die I want to transfer the contents of my brain into a computer network. Thus gaining immortality. In closing, I'd like to leave you with the following:
If we could shrink the earth's population to a village of precisely 100 people, with all the existing human ratios remaining the same, it would look like something like this:
There would be:
57 Asians
21 Europeans
14 from the Western Hemisphere, both North and South
8 Africans
52 would be female
48 would be male
70 would be nonwhite
30 would be white
70 would be non-Christian
30 would be Christian
89 would be heterosexual
11 would be homosexual
6 people would possess 59% of the entire world's wealth
All 6 would be from the United States
80 would live in substandard housing
70 would be unable to read
50 would suffer from malnutrition
1 would be near death;
1 would be near birth
1 would have a college education
1 would own a computer