Monday, March 31, 2014

Words are Fucking Awesome

According to everything that has ever been thought by anyone, life has no meaning.

The statement itself is very meaningful and can make sense out of your existence.

That of course is only an opinion and has been contradicted by the opening statement.

This begs the question.

I really hate when people misuse that expression.

I also hate that we have left behind the great wisdom of the eighties as displayed on the back of the classic Ford truck, (Built Ford Tough) "shit happens."

One of the reasons I like this expression so much is because it is both a literal and figurative statement (not unlike all other statements).

On the one hand, yes, shit does happen. We eat, digest and well, you know....

This can either be a pleasant experience or somewhat uncomfortable.

The expression can also be taken to mean, "a foul odor is present." Or on a positive note, "I had a nice time, it took a while for me to fully appreciate what consumed and in the end I was rewarded with a warm sensation."

Of course there is the common connotation, "something happened that has taken a toll on me both psychologically and emotionally, perhaps even physically. I have no control over it and must focus my energy on things that I can control rather than being overwhelmed by the immensity of said occurrence."

Whatever it means, it takes some thought.

More recently we have opted for a new, more modern sounding expression, "it is what it is."

I find this declaration empty and pointless.

When I hear it I have to remind myself that, "shit happens", because it currently is, happening that is, shit is happening when I hear those words.

Hearing this phrase is akin to the figurative and somewhat literal interpretation of the subsequent expression.

The irony is that the contemporary colloquialism is seeking to negate the inherent emotional association that words and expressions hold, as if in some way, nothing happened, or nothing was or needs to be felt.

I am not sure if that means we live in a desensitized, emotionless age, or that we are too lazy to interpret our feelings.

Perhaps we are so highly inundated with emotionally charged images that our defenses have rationalized a suspension of sentiment in order to protect us from a frenetic bombardment of anxiety causing stimuli.

I think it might have something to do with the internet.

Friday, March 14, 2014

Go to Sleep, Wake Up, Repeat as Necessary

When I was a kid I used to always have these dreams where I was flying. I couldn't fly well though, I was always worried that I was going to fall.

Now when I have dreams that I am flying, I'm in an airplane but the plane is often upside down.

My friend said that we don't remember our dreams, we make them up.

I think we make our dreams up as we are sleeping. We do in dreams exactly what we do in real life, we try to make sense of how we are feeling.

We put ourselves in places that we feel like we either should be or already are.

So last night I was flying in an airplane that was going nowhere, well, it was flying over water, so that was good.

It was upside down.

I didn't mind.

I'm not sure if that means that I feel like I am flying to nowhere upside down in my normal life but it most likely does. Except I'm not flying, I'm most likely sitting on my couch, or in my car. I guess in the plane I would be sitting as well, albeit upside down.

I wonder if they serve peanuts in heaven.