Saturday, March 26, 2011

Are You Not Entertained!?

Gladiator.

People want a lot out of life, and can you blame them? I of course say "people" as something distant, because I am only assuming that that is how "people" feel.

I think most of us find that what we mostly want in life is friendship and close relationships with other people. This is probably because we are more or less designed to want a close relationship with God, and since we are created in His image and likeness and whatever, we find a semblance of what we need in our relationships with others.

I said we are created in God's image, which is true, but we are not God. We are kinda like God, I think is the idea. (?) We are kinda like God in the way that the moon is like the sun; they both give off light, but the sun is the actual source of the light (cliché, but clichés are clichés for a reason). We are kinda like God in the way that Tommy Gunn is Rocky; both fighters, but who defeated Russia in the Cold War? Not Tommy Gunn. We are like God in the way that cubic zirconia is like diamonds; we are pretty and put on a good show sometimes, but who are we fooling? We are kinda like God in the way that Canada is like America; yeah I went there, and I don't really need to follow that I don't think. We are kinda like God in the way that cats are like dogs; they are both mammals, but cats suck.

You know, (I don't know if you caught the Oscars, but saying "you know" always makes me laugh inside. Thanks Kirk Douglas.) I really like dogs, and I will tell you why. Not only are they super cuddly sometimes and super awesome-looking (some dogs; not the ugly stupid little yappy ones), but they possess all the desirable characteristics that humans possess. You know, good dogs are loyal, they don't care what you look like, and they are loving. Don't you tell me dogs don't love, because at least some of them do. You know, they are better at love than a lot of people, to tell you the truth. You know, I wonder: is love a state of being, or is it an action? Probably more the latter. Anyway, it is late and my brain (what's that?) is fried.

You know, I said that stuff about people wanting relationships and love and stuff, but sometimes people really just like watching people tear other people apart. If you like that stuff, you should have been an ancient Roman. Or you should watch Gladiator. You know, I'm REALLY glad Russell Crowe (Spoiler Alert for Gladiator) killed that [jerk] Joaqiun Phoenix. 

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Like a Yo-Yo

I have been in and out of my mind for the last several years.

This night seemed as good as any I have ever had to just sit down and write a blog, even though (this has plagued me since I started), I have no reason to write; or at least no reason that I can think of. I have done nothing worthwhile in my life that has ever merited any attention (as anyone will tell you), yet I seem to feel a sense of wanting to keep going about life in the exact same way that I always have. I imagine that I have some sort of abstract idea or dream of accomplishing something great or being someone great, but I don't really know why. While it's true that I do go to college, I am neither snobbish nor rich, and therefore have no reason to expect greatness of myself.

However (side note) I am thinking more and more that accomplishment is usually decided after the fact, or even after the accomplisher is dead. Not always, I admit, but rarely. There aren't just oodles of movies or books about something that some great somebody has "accomplished" while said 'great somebody' is still living. Sometimes? Sure; but always? Never.

I never DO anything; I just be here. I wish I were Scatman John, or at least had his heart (figuratively, of course). He was a human being, not a human doing, but in the good way. He wasn't a part of your system, man. He knew what he believed, and it was good.

Scatman John, you are the only one I love
But this isn't a blog about The Scatman because, as you know, he was a great somebody, but he has passed away, and nothing is ever written about the deceased.

What I realized today is that what I have halfway been striving for is passive greatness.
--Isn't that keen?

And hence!
I would like to say, ergo I will say: "Don't take any [poop] from anybody!" -Billy Joel.
--I don't believe in editing people, be it editing in literature or otherwise, but what would my parents think if they say a dirty word on my blog? Even were I quoting Billy Joel? He is a great man, maybe the best, but I am a hypocrite.

I am awful at blogging, but perhaps it will help me remember in years far away what went on in my non-significant yet perhaps not unimportant life. Thinking this way is important for the soul, I think. It's sort of a... positive/realistic(?) approach to life. I guess you could say that anyway... If you wanted to. Your choice. I don't care.

I know you all missed me.