Dec 12, 2005 01:07
Maybe it's a stretch. Maybe it's the fact I should be writing a paper but I really came to a deep realization. All children need rubix cubes. It would teach them so much about life. Some of it depressing, some of it encouraging and some of it eye opening and enlightining.
1.) Nothing is impossible, but adding human influence only makes it harder.
The cube comes intact. perfect. Just waiting to be messed up. And only you choose when to start this hard, but not "impossible" task. So touching it causes you to technically ruin it becuase you will probably never see it right again.
2.) There is always someone better then you, and they suck.
Any time you hear that someone can solve it you wanna punch them and tell them to "go die in a fire." It's that competeitive bit in all of us. You hate them so much. But it also is reassuring becuase you can never be the "best" so don't stress.
3.) People always know someone "better" than you, so don't brag.
Any time you take out your cube someone will say, My friend fiona solved on of those in 40 seconds, the day she bought it. Becuase any time your struggling with something someone will tell you about someone who naturally rules at life, so don't worry becuase you'll almost always be low in most peoples eyes.
4.)Much like a social and love life or a career, tasks are time consuming.
much like all of these things you can never expect it to pay off. God knows I know music wont pay off, but at least I'll be broke and happy.
5.) no matter the task on hand, something always looks easier.
1,000,000,000 piece puzzles, getting a gold medal in the olympics, transcribing Cannonball Adderly and Coltrane Solo's. Something will always seem easier then that damned cube.
6.) You don't want help, you want the credit when it's said and done.
"Ooh flip that piece" is the last thing you wanna hear, especially if it's a good idea. becuase you didn't think of it. ANy time anyone touches the cube you're afriad they will flip once piece and solve it. You wanna be the one, the only, that ever touched that cube. but nothing will ever work out that way. You can't do much alone except for mope. Love requires someone before you most of the time. Someone to make them realize their last love sucked, or that it was better. You need more then one experience to see what you had, or what you didn't have. If you figure it out on the first try, you are fiona and I hate fiona (see above).
7.) Though teamwork is needed for most things, being good at something is lonely.
My cube, my saxophone, my english paper I need to write, these are all very solo activities. Boring, lonely, and ever hour you yeild show little pay off. In the next 5 days I will spend about 5 hours in the practice rooms untill my jury on friday. Between that I will be listening to the jazz albums for my listening test, practicing paino for my final, and packing up my room.
8.) People who lie, spread the lies.
the people that tell you they solved a cube or their friend did, are probably lying, or their friend lied to them. Nonetheless the world is full of people who know someone, who knew someone, who solved the cube, but then died in a fire on someone elses command.
Hell I'll be home for Christmass because of Liars. I'm not sad but that will be the next update. Short version we were told we would go to hawaii with the football team, then they cut the idea becuase of funding, after a promise.
With my existing trust issues I'm really thinking this cube thing is right. Everyone who "Solved" it lies. Someone could do it right in front of me and say "See?" and I still would deny it.
9.) Denial doesn't help.
A lot of these rules contradict eachother becuase of denial and I know it, but will deny it if I was challenged.
Well that was a fun post. It really was.
Fuck you cube, Fuck you jazz, and fuck you love, your all hard.
Yet I have hope, Love, jazz, even the cube... one day... at least one of them I hope will pay off.
Sadley enough if it's the cube I'll die of pure joy, but I'll take a career the "greatest thing in this world," to love, and be loved in return