Monday, 26 December 2011
More Thoughts
"It is better to waste one's youth than to do with it nothing at all"
That's weird, I thought they were the same thing.
I think to not have facebook when all your friends and classmates do is like committing suicide. There isn't anything wrong with it and it's one's own choice, but it's selfish to loved ones.
I used to think that because people were classmates, or have known each other earlier, they'd be obligated towards them. Apparently not, since people change; they move on and we and the people around them are just a phase, to be shed to make room for their growth.
If there was a virus that infected and killed all men and the women were forced to procreate with each other, would the new generation on Earth be better looking?
People use words like day and life sometimes to account for its opposites- night and death. Like how it's just another day, though it will be just another night you sleep through, or the phrase 'how's life'. Because you can't ask a dead person how's death. And people ask what is the meaning of life. Maybe we should start acknowledging what is not experienced or what doesn't apply to us.
I don't think it actually registers in guys' minds that the non-gender-prominent girls are sexually active and/or can carry a baby. It's like out of sight, out of mind. If girls don't behave or dress in a manner which draws attention to it, it won't authentically be known to the guy, evolutionary psychology-wise. It's as if the non-gender-prominent girls are wearing shirts captioned 'if you're reading this, your eyes are in the wrong place', or the gender-prominent ones to point to their chest and say 'I'm a girl.'
Sunday, 25 December 2011
It's the most wonderful time of the year!
Christmas has been taking up so much room in the newspapers. Why do adults have to fuss so much over it so much. Christmas is a simple and pure concept of a baby being born in a manger. People commented online on the chance that there won't be a white Christmas, saying snow sucks, they want the road to be clear, and that they would take the cold and rain over snow any day. The evidence (this is not good for this lightning guy)!
Christmas, not to mention life, isn't about clear roads, not shovelling snow, or even not having car accidents!
Once again tedium has struck and made its Christmas curmudgeons, hating on the most innocent and happy of holidays. Christmas from many views is supposedly a commercial gimmick, a last-minute shopping rampage, the most stressful holiday, and a time where you need to buy new clothes to fit your post-holiday-binging self.
The moms lined up at check-out lanes I see don`t seem all merry, they look impatient, irritable, and sleep-deprived, like they`ve worked through their winter break.
With the new technology, people are supposedly not taking the time to send out and hand-write their Christmas cards. Quote from the comic Sherman`s lagoon, `you`re not saying season`s greetings, you`re saying you`re on my database.` Actually many comics are taking the slant of `Christmas ain`t what it used to be`.
Sometimes I wonder what Christmas used to be. Maybe it was the time when Enya played on radio stations; in other words, unimaginable. Sometimes I think of running in the snowy, unshovelled side-walks and shouting MERRY CHRISTMAS to everyone I pass, and in that fantasy, they would smile a little and hopefully reminiscence to Christmases part. I`m a bit too old for that, but I think even if a little, really cute kid did that, it wouldn`t touch adults` hearts and make their day as it did in your mind`s eye. Yesterday at the library a little chinese kid was singing Feliz Navida and it was really cute, but then disillusioning when I saw him later playing games on the library`s computer. And then he checked facebook.
Personally I never felt the joy of Christmas as it is in cartoons and captured as a beautiful moment on film. Now I`d be thinking about how some people in my neighbourhood are so lazy to not put up decorations on their houses. Christmas now seems like an ordinary day, misspent like all the others. And it doesn`t seem special, i don`t know if it ever did, at least not to me.
But oh wait. It`s Christmas. it`s the most wonderful time of the year. Why are you and me wasting it?
Christmas, not to mention life, isn't about clear roads, not shovelling snow, or even not having car accidents!
Once again tedium has struck and made its Christmas curmudgeons, hating on the most innocent and happy of holidays. Christmas from many views is supposedly a commercial gimmick, a last-minute shopping rampage, the most stressful holiday, and a time where you need to buy new clothes to fit your post-holiday-binging self.
The moms lined up at check-out lanes I see don`t seem all merry, they look impatient, irritable, and sleep-deprived, like they`ve worked through their winter break.
With the new technology, people are supposedly not taking the time to send out and hand-write their Christmas cards. Quote from the comic Sherman`s lagoon, `you`re not saying season`s greetings, you`re saying you`re on my database.` Actually many comics are taking the slant of `Christmas ain`t what it used to be`.
Sometimes I wonder what Christmas used to be. Maybe it was the time when Enya played on radio stations; in other words, unimaginable. Sometimes I think of running in the snowy, unshovelled side-walks and shouting MERRY CHRISTMAS to everyone I pass, and in that fantasy, they would smile a little and hopefully reminiscence to Christmases part. I`m a bit too old for that, but I think even if a little, really cute kid did that, it wouldn`t touch adults` hearts and make their day as it did in your mind`s eye. Yesterday at the library a little chinese kid was singing Feliz Navida and it was really cute, but then disillusioning when I saw him later playing games on the library`s computer. And then he checked facebook.
Personally I never felt the joy of Christmas as it is in cartoons and captured as a beautiful moment on film. Now I`d be thinking about how some people in my neighbourhood are so lazy to not put up decorations on their houses. Christmas now seems like an ordinary day, misspent like all the others. And it doesn`t seem special, i don`t know if it ever did, at least not to me.
But oh wait. It`s Christmas. it`s the most wonderful time of the year. Why are you and me wasting it?
Saturday, 24 December 2011
Meanness = Prominence?
Undoubtedly, being mean has a correlation to prominence.
Being mean by gossiping, talking behind people's backs in a malicious and unreasonable manner can make you formidable, respected out of fear.
Being mean gives you that high, a rush of adrenaline, comparable to the slightly insane and blood-thirsty look on a stereotypical murder's wretched face. We all know being mean and degrading others others make oneself feel better, but other factors tie into it. People are mean sometimes for the laughs. The laughter originated from hyperbole, the clear-cut incisions into the victim, the black and white labels attached to them, and a generous amount of presumptuousness. People shouldn't assume things if they don't know the whole truth. And no one for god's sakes, knows the whole truth!
Meanness just feeds one's own ego. It's selfish and insolent. And of course, people who are self-important rise to the top in the prominence scale. People who make others laugh rise, and so do the ones that have fun, by poking fun at others. Being mean bestows control.
I know many of my own friends and others who are mean and are prominent. Respectively, I know many people who aren't mean and aren't prominent. Or at least not mean in a malicious way, without any consideration to the other person.
The problem with being mean is the division. Especially in girls when she don't like somebody but treats her as any other person, later gossiping about that girl audibly and being seemingly unaware of how the victim is within earshot. Then the girl say don't tell nobody else and if someone do, they need to tell them not to tell nobody, and sooner or later, someone gone slip up. Creates so many scandals. The way girls be mean remind me of them white ladies, like Ms. Hilly, whose name alone elicits applause, being bitches to that outcast Ms. Skeeter in 'The Help', only toned down. But who know what they be when they grown. And them black maids, they helpless, overhearing their mistress talking with her friends, heard it through the grapevine, tell they black friends. And when a negro slip up and a white lady find out, she be telling a white man, and someone gone get shot.
Wednesday, 21 December 2011
Thoughts
"Don't sweat the small stuff"
The problem is that it's all small stuff.
Sometimes people will say 'the world is not fair', or something along the lines of it, like 'the world doesn't care about you', or 'it's you and me against the world'
This isn't true. We are the world. We are the children. It's a choice we're making...to be part of something you already were. The world isn't everyone else. You're a part of this world. You have friends and family who care about you who are also the world. The world and society shouldn't be slandered as cold and apathetic.
"The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it."
It can be confusing how the word 'life' is ambiguous. You can mean life scientifically, or in the context of all those quotes which go like "to live is the rarest thing', and "everyone dies but not everyone lives'. Strangely enough no one cared to define this thing called living. Maybe they were too preoccupied with being deep. Anyway, to live technically is to fulfil your basic needs. Most of us (and by us I mean the lucky people who can afford it) are capable of doing that, so why do we want to reach a 'higher level' of living? Leave it to humans to want what they can't have.
Also, that is not necessarily a tragedy. Maybe the tragedy is actually being evolved enough to have that desire to 'live'; to be aware of it. Of course, we'd be much happier if we didn't know. Maybe the tragedy is being aware that we're aware.
The problem is that it's all small stuff.
Sometimes people will say 'the world is not fair', or something along the lines of it, like 'the world doesn't care about you', or 'it's you and me against the world'
This isn't true. We are the world. We are the children. It's a choice we're making...to be part of something you already were. The world isn't everyone else. You're a part of this world. You have friends and family who care about you who are also the world. The world and society shouldn't be slandered as cold and apathetic.
"The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it."
It can be confusing how the word 'life' is ambiguous. You can mean life scientifically, or in the context of all those quotes which go like "to live is the rarest thing', and "everyone dies but not everyone lives'. Strangely enough no one cared to define this thing called living. Maybe they were too preoccupied with being deep. Anyway, to live technically is to fulfil your basic needs. Most of us (and by us I mean the lucky people who can afford it) are capable of doing that, so why do we want to reach a 'higher level' of living? Leave it to humans to want what they can't have.
Also, that is not necessarily a tragedy. Maybe the tragedy is actually being evolved enough to have that desire to 'live'; to be aware of it. Of course, we'd be much happier if we didn't know. Maybe the tragedy is being aware that we're aware.
Monday, 19 December 2011
The Question
The question basically sums up philosophical questions about yourself, such as how should you live and what life or ideal should you live or die for? What is the meaning purpose of your life? What is the question?
It could be 'what would you do had you a week to live', 'can you live as if it were your last week', or 'can you make the world a better place, or 'can you justify your existence'. Most of the time the answer is no.
Anyway, I think one should always have a question. Questions create meaning; they make the stasis that is your life an on-going journey, a valiant pursuit, and if you're lucky, an epic quest.
Hopefully things don't make sense for you. When things make sense there aren't much questions and when there aren't questions all you're doing is being. Someone said ' to strive, to seek, to find, and never to yield'.
An unexamined life is not worth living - Socrates
In my opinion, you shouldn't look for the answers. Don't solve your questions. Unanswered they are open treasure chests of possibilities, and to solve it is to establish it; lock the chest. Sometimes I think life is wonderful because there is no meaning. It's a bit like unrequited feelings. If something never started, never was, then it can't end. 'It has endless potential'. <- that's rephrased from Sarah Dessen's novel.
When there is a question, you have the chance to be infinite, eternal. And death shall not be the end of you.
So..what's your question?
It could be 'what would you do had you a week to live', 'can you live as if it were your last week', or 'can you make the world a better place, or 'can you justify your existence'. Most of the time the answer is no.
Anyway, I think one should always have a question. Questions create meaning; they make the stasis that is your life an on-going journey, a valiant pursuit, and if you're lucky, an epic quest.
Hopefully things don't make sense for you. When things make sense there aren't much questions and when there aren't questions all you're doing is being. Someone said ' to strive, to seek, to find, and never to yield'.
An unexamined life is not worth living - Socrates
In my opinion, you shouldn't look for the answers. Don't solve your questions. Unanswered they are open treasure chests of possibilities, and to solve it is to establish it; lock the chest. Sometimes I think life is wonderful because there is no meaning. It's a bit like unrequited feelings. If something never started, never was, then it can't end. 'It has endless potential'. <- that's rephrased from Sarah Dessen's novel.
When there is a question, you have the chance to be infinite, eternal. And death shall not be the end of you.
So..what's your question?
Monday, 12 December 2011
Hating and Trolling
Hating
There is no way to justify hate. If you "hate" someone, then you can't give a valid reason. They are the way they are and that is not their fault. Even if you hate someone because they murdered your friend, you cannot totally blame it on them. Of course, they might be mentally retarded or had a crappy childhood, but technically speaking, they could have just been acting under the laws of universal attraction. In that theory, humans have no free will.
Anyway, I hate it when people say they hate each other. IT'S BULLYING, which if you have a intra-personal reason is understandable. But they are not messed up in a more than average way and their excuses are petty. Stop trying to be extreme and finding everything to be black and white. Do you even realize how egocentric and obnoxious that is? Thoughtless, virulent ass-face. I don't mean the people I mean the action of hating.
Trolling
The act of trolling is stupid I say. Why are you deliberately pissing people off? What do you think you will accomplish by doing that? Who are you trying to impress? Most girls think trolling is idiotic and annoying. Are you really that desperate for a face; a way to be known? Such a superficial mask. Such a superficial yet abundant psychological defence. Whatever little boy, get lost in your own little world of trolling so you don't have to worry about not being someone or something, so you don't have to worry about establishing yourself or the weapons everyone around you bear; just lift up your troll-face shield and let it take the damage, not you.
If you let trolling be a large part of who you are, then you get what you want, nothing more.
There is no way to justify hate. If you "hate" someone, then you can't give a valid reason. They are the way they are and that is not their fault. Even if you hate someone because they murdered your friend, you cannot totally blame it on them. Of course, they might be mentally retarded or had a crappy childhood, but technically speaking, they could have just been acting under the laws of universal attraction. In that theory, humans have no free will.
Anyway, I hate it when people say they hate each other. IT'S BULLYING, which if you have a intra-personal reason is understandable. But they are not messed up in a more than average way and their excuses are petty. Stop trying to be extreme and finding everything to be black and white. Do you even realize how egocentric and obnoxious that is? Thoughtless, virulent ass-face. I don't mean the people I mean the action of hating.
Trolling
The act of trolling is stupid I say. Why are you deliberately pissing people off? What do you think you will accomplish by doing that? Who are you trying to impress? Most girls think trolling is idiotic and annoying. Are you really that desperate for a face; a way to be known? Such a superficial mask. Such a superficial yet abundant psychological defence. Whatever little boy, get lost in your own little world of trolling so you don't have to worry about not being someone or something, so you don't have to worry about establishing yourself or the weapons everyone around you bear; just lift up your troll-face shield and let it take the damage, not you.
If you let trolling be a large part of who you are, then you get what you want, nothing more.
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Sunday, 11 December 2011
People around you
Someone said you should surround yourself with people who push you higher.
Whether they push the sky up or the earth down, if they motivate you to be a better person and rise your standards or if they make you feel like a better person and lower your standards. It seems like a war between the truth and ignoring the truth. Surrounding yourself with people you consider to be of less than you won't be the truth, but you wish it was, because they'll always be people better than you.
When I got into gifted I didn't feel like I lost relative self-worth like some people say they did. I suppose it's when you reach that state of no-longer-happy-and-ignorant your mind launches into depressive thinking and you realize how good everyone else is.
If you surround yourself with people who push you higher wouldn't life be better?
Whether they push the sky up or the earth down, if they motivate you to be a better person and rise your standards or if they make you feel like a better person and lower your standards. It seems like a war between the truth and ignoring the truth. Surrounding yourself with people you consider to be of less than you won't be the truth, but you wish it was, because they'll always be people better than you.
When I got into gifted I didn't feel like I lost relative self-worth like some people say they did. I suppose it's when you reach that state of no-longer-happy-and-ignorant your mind launches into depressive thinking and you realize how good everyone else is.
If you surround yourself with people who push you higher wouldn't life be better?
Friday, 9 December 2011
Left Brains and Right Brains
There's a book dedicated to explaining why right-brainers will rule the world. Yeah, not going to happen any time soon, unless our geography and science textbooks are outdated.
Society just likes order too much. Who dictates the superiority I don't know. But a systematic, well-organised, and efficient grand scheme is more systematic, well-organised, and efficient.
It's evolution, probably, a direct line from advanced to left-brained. Or advanced means left-brained and left-brained arguably means dull.
The consequence of left-brained-ness is modern technology, which includes a bunch of selfish stuff, electronics like ipads, automation like assembly lines, medication like Viagra, research like cancer, medication like pills to inject endorphins preventing depression.
Cause we want convenience of our stuff; before computers ate our souls (if we had souls but I doubt it), now we can have our souls eaten on-the-go. Who needs human labour workers when you can automate stuff, down-sizing companies and laying off workers? Had too much sex and suffering from erectile dysfunction? Viagra is your free pass to have more sex. Diagnosed with cancer? You can live longer off your money and also tax-payers. Depression and insomnia suck, so you can imbalance chemicals and mess with the body's natural functions. You can inspire sleep with a pill.
Again a bit too thoroughly, many left-brained consequences are selfish. Well cancer research is more honourable, but that's beside the point.
Now what about the endearments of right brains? Art! Painting, dancing, music, acting, spirituality, transcendence, emotion! The sort of things that could in theory, prevent wars and instill harmony in daily life. Art is universal, it's encompassing, everlasting, uniting. Spirituality is self-fulfilling, happiness creating.
But then left-braining resulted in the concept of money, something to fuss over, and contributes greatly to the 'box world' (remember Pete's story in Kearney?) It also made SATs, which we have yet to experience.
Right Braining focuses on wholes. It sees the forest of humankind, and the universe. Left braining sees the trees, creating a bunch of trees that block your view of the forest. The trees are ephemeral but the forest is not.
Society favours left-brainers for being analytical, rational, logical, objective, and sequential. To handle the amazing amount of data in the age which relies heavily on numbers. Parents put value on jobs like doctors.
What sucks, is that this age defines you by numbers, your marks and your age and SATs, or so I've heard. If society was more right-brained, we wouldn't need that much tangible definition. Daily lifestyles would be random, intuitive, and fantasy (creative) oriented.
It's currently the information age, and the 'conceptual age' is yet to come. I'm waiting for the devout left brainers (sorry for the stereotype), doctors, lawyers and accountants to outburst, "what conspiracy is this?!". Of course, it's not going to be that dramatic, or clear-cut. What if it does become the conceptual age? Wouldn't most people, since the 'new millennium kids' cohort was brought up to value information, and the cohorts that came before like the baby boomers valued hard work in the age that burdened their backs, find it hard to adapt? Then again, it's not going to be a revolution.
Nevertheless, it's about time we're going to (if we are going to) shine the spotlight on the right brain and start favouring the non-material aspects of life.
Take the quiz to test if you're left-brained or right-brained: http://www.wherecreativitygoestoschool.com/vancouver/left_right/rb_test.htm
Society just likes order too much. Who dictates the superiority I don't know. But a systematic, well-organised, and efficient grand scheme is more systematic, well-organised, and efficient.
It's evolution, probably, a direct line from advanced to left-brained. Or advanced means left-brained and left-brained arguably means dull.
The consequence of left-brained-ness is modern technology, which includes a bunch of selfish stuff, electronics like ipads, automation like assembly lines, medication like Viagra, research like cancer, medication like pills to inject endorphins preventing depression.
Cause we want convenience of our stuff; before computers ate our souls (if we had souls but I doubt it), now we can have our souls eaten on-the-go. Who needs human labour workers when you can automate stuff, down-sizing companies and laying off workers? Had too much sex and suffering from erectile dysfunction? Viagra is your free pass to have more sex. Diagnosed with cancer? You can live longer off your money and also tax-payers. Depression and insomnia suck, so you can imbalance chemicals and mess with the body's natural functions. You can inspire sleep with a pill.
Again a bit too thoroughly, many left-brained consequences are selfish. Well cancer research is more honourable, but that's beside the point.
Now what about the endearments of right brains? Art! Painting, dancing, music, acting, spirituality, transcendence, emotion! The sort of things that could in theory, prevent wars and instill harmony in daily life. Art is universal, it's encompassing, everlasting, uniting. Spirituality is self-fulfilling, happiness creating.
But then left-braining resulted in the concept of money, something to fuss over, and contributes greatly to the 'box world' (remember Pete's story in Kearney?) It also made SATs, which we have yet to experience.
Right Braining focuses on wholes. It sees the forest of humankind, and the universe. Left braining sees the trees, creating a bunch of trees that block your view of the forest. The trees are ephemeral but the forest is not.
Society favours left-brainers for being analytical, rational, logical, objective, and sequential. To handle the amazing amount of data in the age which relies heavily on numbers. Parents put value on jobs like doctors.
What sucks, is that this age defines you by numbers, your marks and your age and SATs, or so I've heard. If society was more right-brained, we wouldn't need that much tangible definition. Daily lifestyles would be random, intuitive, and fantasy (creative) oriented.
It's currently the information age, and the 'conceptual age' is yet to come. I'm waiting for the devout left brainers (sorry for the stereotype), doctors, lawyers and accountants to outburst, "what conspiracy is this?!". Of course, it's not going to be that dramatic, or clear-cut. What if it does become the conceptual age? Wouldn't most people, since the 'new millennium kids' cohort was brought up to value information, and the cohorts that came before like the baby boomers valued hard work in the age that burdened their backs, find it hard to adapt? Then again, it's not going to be a revolution.
Nevertheless, it's about time we're going to (if we are going to) shine the spotlight on the right brain and start favouring the non-material aspects of life.
Take the quiz to test if you're left-brained or right-brained: http://www.wherecreativitygoestoschool.com/vancouver/left_right/rb_test.htm
Thursday, 8 December 2011
Giving in, homework, and life
I severely dislike irrelevant homework. It's a preparation for a preparation for a preparation; homework for more homework for more homework, doing things that won't help in life to do more things that won't help you in life; giving in for more giving in.
But of course, you do give in, cause it's not thaaaat bad; just tedium and lack of meaning. In high school you'll get more homework. it's not hard; you've gave in before, like to what your parents, friends or teachers or society want. You will also collapse to what they think you are; they define you, you surrender to facebook or whatever addiction, you succumb to cold hard realities, and relinquish control of the throne.
Oh well.
Because later, you'll have no time to think over empty questions, you'll be busy doing homework, taxes, making yourself pretty, grocery shopping and work despite the fact that soon enough, we'll all be dead. I mean, that's the point of complaining? You'll just end up doing it anyway. Keep your mouth shut; don't think, just do; and lose yourself.
But it's okay. Everyone else does it, and the ones who don't are damned. Actually you'd be damned either way, so it's okay. You're not a revolutionist. But that's okay.
But of course, you do give in, cause it's not thaaaat bad; just tedium and lack of meaning. In high school you'll get more homework. it's not hard; you've gave in before, like to what your parents, friends or teachers or society want. You will also collapse to what they think you are; they define you, you surrender to facebook or whatever addiction, you succumb to cold hard realities, and relinquish control of the throne.
Oh well.
Because later, you'll have no time to think over empty questions, you'll be busy doing homework, taxes, making yourself pretty, grocery shopping and work despite the fact that soon enough, we'll all be dead. I mean, that's the point of complaining? You'll just end up doing it anyway. Keep your mouth shut; don't think, just do; and lose yourself.
But it's okay. Everyone else does it, and the ones who don't are damned. Actually you'd be damned either way, so it's okay. You're not a revolutionist. But that's okay.
Sunday, 4 December 2011
Questions and Answers
Conscious 1: Why am I so darn unsatisfied right now?
Conscious 2: Idiot you know why.
Conscious 1: Why am I not unsatisfied enough to be depressed?
Conscious 2: Because you're a boring person.
Conscious 1: Why don't they like me as much as they like her!? D:
Conscious 2: You know why. Also you are not a very likable person if you know what I mean.
Conscious 1: That was mean and depressing. Why am I even thinking this?
Conscious 2: Don't fight the truth as you perceive it. You're thinking this because it's part of your personality.
Conscious 1: I don't like my personality. Why did I have to get stuck with it?
Conscious 2: You know why.
Conscious 1: Why can't I be an interesting or prominent person??
Conscious 2: I never said you were unprominent or uninteresting. But hey, now that you're thinking it you are. And...you know the answer. No wonder you're not very likable.
Conscious 1: Yeah. I know. I don't think I'm anyone's first choice. Why do I am so high when it comes to other people? Why can't I settle for less?
Conscious 2: You can't. The logical thing to conclude now is that they won't settle for less. i.e you.
Conscious 1: And I let it reduce me. No wonder I'm not prominent or interesting or likable. You know what, I hate you. Why do I even need a second conscious?
Conscious 2: I'm your reasonable side. Without me you'd be stupid and ignorant. :)
Conscious 1: And happy. If I am so darn unsatisfied now, what about later in life?
Conscious 2: You know. You'd be even more darn unsatisfied, considering this is the peak of your life.
Conscious 1: No, that was a month ago, thanks to you. Yet I am you. I am making myself even more darn unsatisfied by asking questions and knowing the answers. *sigh* Why do I do this to me?
Conscious 2: You know the answer.
Conscious 1: Why am I so darn unsatisfied right now?
Conscious 2: Idiot you know why.
And conscious 1 just keeps on asking questions it knows the answers to. Thoughts begin to loop, like on a broken record player. That's just all. You understand. You get it. Fine.
There is no ongoing journey. There is no pursuit, just stasis, with no beginning or end. You're just existing in your stasis of questions you know the answer to. Redundant, repetitive, they are the same thing, you bore yourself. I hate it when that happens. Sometimes you get a new depressing thought. Worse still is when the days begin to match, one after another in cycles. Rinse. Repeat.
Conscious 2: Idiot you know why.
Conscious 1: Why am I not unsatisfied enough to be depressed?
Conscious 2: Because you're a boring person.
Conscious 1: Why don't they like me as much as they like her!? D:
Conscious 2: You know why. Also you are not a very likable person if you know what I mean.
Conscious 1: That was mean and depressing. Why am I even thinking this?
Conscious 2: Don't fight the truth as you perceive it. You're thinking this because it's part of your personality.
Conscious 1: I don't like my personality. Why did I have to get stuck with it?
Conscious 2: You know why.
Conscious 1: Why can't I be an interesting or prominent person??
Conscious 2: I never said you were unprominent or uninteresting. But hey, now that you're thinking it you are. And...you know the answer. No wonder you're not very likable.
Conscious 1: Yeah. I know. I don't think I'm anyone's first choice. Why do I am so high when it comes to other people? Why can't I settle for less?
Conscious 2: You can't. The logical thing to conclude now is that they won't settle for less. i.e you.
Conscious 1: And I let it reduce me. No wonder I'm not prominent or interesting or likable. You know what, I hate you. Why do I even need a second conscious?
Conscious 2: I'm your reasonable side. Without me you'd be stupid and ignorant. :)
Conscious 1: And happy. If I am so darn unsatisfied now, what about later in life?
Conscious 2: You know. You'd be even more darn unsatisfied, considering this is the peak of your life.
Conscious 1: No, that was a month ago, thanks to you. Yet I am you. I am making myself even more darn unsatisfied by asking questions and knowing the answers. *sigh* Why do I do this to me?
Conscious 2: You know the answer.
Conscious 1: Why am I so darn unsatisfied right now?
Conscious 2: Idiot you know why.
And conscious 1 just keeps on asking questions it knows the answers to. Thoughts begin to loop, like on a broken record player. That's just all. You understand. You get it. Fine.
There is no ongoing journey. There is no pursuit, just stasis, with no beginning or end. You're just existing in your stasis of questions you know the answer to. Redundant, repetitive, they are the same thing, you bore yourself. I hate it when that happens. Sometimes you get a new depressing thought. Worse still is when the days begin to match, one after another in cycles. Rinse. Repeat.
Saturday, 3 December 2011
Using Evolutionary Psychology to compliment
Here are nice things to say to people and avoid being blunt using evolutionary psychology!
The source: Why beautiful people have more daughters, from dating, shopping, and praying to going to war and becoming a billionaire- two evolutionary psychologists explain why we do what we do. By Alan S. Miller and Satoshi Kanazawa.
To tell someone they're good looking
'You have such high-quality genes!"
Beauty is health, genetically and evolutionaryly. Beautiful people have better genes, hence why they are so desired.
"You're more likely to have daughters!"
Beautiful people are also more likely to have daughters. This is because a man's reproductive chances rely on his power, status, and wealth. Women's reproductive chances rely on youth and physical attractiveness. While beautiful people do better in general, the sexes do it in different ways. In the long term, a man's power, status and wealth become of greater importance. Good-looking-ness contributes more to women's success sex-wise. This is way beautiful people are 36% more likely to have daughters, their hgih-quality genes will be put to good use in a girl. This also explains why women are universally more attractive than men.
To tell a guy he's ugly
"You'd make a good dad!"
There are two stratergies for men to carry on their genes. One, the 'dad' way and the other the 'cad' way. 'Dads are males willing to invest in one woman and her children long term, 'cads' are those who seek cheap thrills for the night and probably will desert the girl after sex. This create a large number of short term mates without investing in any resulting offspring. Both of them, of course, want to have sex.
But women are the ones who call the shots; they are more likely to excessively try to find handsome men to mate with short term for their superior genes. Therefore, handsome men have tons of opportunities to sleep with tons of women. They are able to pursue the 'cad' stratergy. Ugly men have no choice. Their only way of achieving reproductive success is being a good 'dad', and a committed partner.
To tell a girl she's developed puberty-wise
"You're ahead of the evolutionary race!"
Girls who go through puberty earlier than average are at the same time, more likely to get divorced and be more promiscious. They pass on their genes to their daughters who in turn experience puberty earlier with the side effects as well. This is especially true for girls whose parents are divorced. From their father's absense, these girls learn they cannot rely on men, so they adopt a short-term, no investment strategy for reproduction. The biological reaction prepares the body.
To tell a girl she's undeveloped puberty-wise
"You're less likely to get divorced!"
Girls whose parents are not divorced learn the opposite lesson, so they tend to be restrained and have long-term committment in their relationships,thus less likely to get divorced. So the body slows down the puberty process.
The source: Why beautiful people have more daughters, from dating, shopping, and praying to going to war and becoming a billionaire- two evolutionary psychologists explain why we do what we do. By Alan S. Miller and Satoshi Kanazawa.
To tell someone they're good looking
'You have such high-quality genes!"
Beauty is health, genetically and evolutionaryly. Beautiful people have better genes, hence why they are so desired.
"You're more likely to have daughters!"
Beautiful people are also more likely to have daughters. This is because a man's reproductive chances rely on his power, status, and wealth. Women's reproductive chances rely on youth and physical attractiveness. While beautiful people do better in general, the sexes do it in different ways. In the long term, a man's power, status and wealth become of greater importance. Good-looking-ness contributes more to women's success sex-wise. This is way beautiful people are 36% more likely to have daughters, their hgih-quality genes will be put to good use in a girl. This also explains why women are universally more attractive than men.
To tell a guy he's ugly
"You'd make a good dad!"
There are two stratergies for men to carry on their genes. One, the 'dad' way and the other the 'cad' way. 'Dads are males willing to invest in one woman and her children long term, 'cads' are those who seek cheap thrills for the night and probably will desert the girl after sex. This create a large number of short term mates without investing in any resulting offspring. Both of them, of course, want to have sex.
But women are the ones who call the shots; they are more likely to excessively try to find handsome men to mate with short term for their superior genes. Therefore, handsome men have tons of opportunities to sleep with tons of women. They are able to pursue the 'cad' stratergy. Ugly men have no choice. Their only way of achieving reproductive success is being a good 'dad', and a committed partner.
To tell a girl she's developed puberty-wise
"You're ahead of the evolutionary race!"
Girls who go through puberty earlier than average are at the same time, more likely to get divorced and be more promiscious. They pass on their genes to their daughters who in turn experience puberty earlier with the side effects as well. This is especially true for girls whose parents are divorced. From their father's absense, these girls learn they cannot rely on men, so they adopt a short-term, no investment strategy for reproduction. The biological reaction prepares the body.
To tell a girl she's undeveloped puberty-wise
"You're less likely to get divorced!"
Girls whose parents are not divorced learn the opposite lesson, so they tend to be restrained and have long-term committment in their relationships,thus less likely to get divorced. So the body slows down the puberty process.
Thursday, 1 December 2011
An Allegory
Which I made up. Well I think it's an allegory.
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| Humans and Humanas |
Humana has got it drilled into her head, just as 'how to be a revolutionist for dummies who aren't revolutionists' books from her revolutionist mom, 'how to be a nihilist for dummies who aren't nihilists' books from her dad, 'how to get straight A+s for dummies who aren't straight A+ students' books from her grandmother, and 'how to be a blond bombshell for dummies who aren't blond bombshells' from her grandfather. From her grandfather she also got drilled into her head countless beauty secrets, permanent blond hair-dye, countless cosmetics and plastic surgeries, and secrets to threaten to expose to blackmail cosmetic and plastic surgeons. From her brother, she got drilled into her head offensive, nasty, hurtful words, uncensored curse words, and uncensored details of life as a prostitute.
Humana only wanted the best for her family. The best for them was the best for her, so she tried in every way, to be not average. Instead of conforming, she was rebelling, and did all she could. Humana tried to be a revolutionist like her revolutionist mom, but no one recognized her efforts, nor called her 'Revolutionist Humana'. Such was custom in her school. There were just too many students named Human or Humana. Actually everyone was named Human or Humana, so the teachers, principals, and students themselves resorted to using a characteristic, or a part of the person to represent the whole.
Humana was just...Humana. Humana's mom was 'Revolutionist Humana', her dad was 'Nihilist Human', her grandmother was 'Straight A+ Humana', her grandfather was 'Blond-bombshell Human', and her brother was 'Drug-addict/prostitute/emo Human'.
Humana tried her best to be all of what her mother, father, grandmother and grandfather was, but in the end, having failed, she was almost sad enough to become 'Drug-addict/prostitute/emo Humana her brother was. Almost.
It just seemed like Humana was too much of one thing and not enough of all the others. Disillusioned, Humana realized that in trying to go against herself; trying to rebel, she was actually conforming.
Humana saw how everyone else, the students in her school, were trying to be something that they weren't, trying to get a definition instead of just being Human or Humana.
It seemed like a paradox. Or was a paradox. To not be anything but average, and then trying to be not average and therefore being average.
Humana tried her best, but her best wasn't good enough.
At home, Humana's mom was impeached from her group of fellow revolutionists. Revolutionist Humana was devastated. Actually she wasn't revolutionist Humana anymore.
It just seemed like Humana was too much of one thing and not enough of all the others. Disillusioned, Humana realized that in trying to go against herself; trying to rebel, she was actually conforming.
Humana saw how everyone else, the students in her school, were trying to be something that they weren't, trying to get a definition instead of just being Human or Humana.
It seemed like a paradox. Or was a paradox. To not be anything but average, and then trying to be not average and therefore being average.
Humana tried her best, but her best wasn't good enough.
At home, Humana's mom was impeached from her group of fellow revolutionists. Revolutionist Humana was devastated. Actually she wasn't revolutionist Humana anymore.
Humana's dad finally found a moral belief he agreed with, and hesitantly, dropped the 'nihilist' in his name and turned to nothing, he thought.
Humana's grandmother who was retaking university was overwhelmed with the amount of homework. In her days, before paper was invented, everything was spoken. And now with the new technology, she got a facebook account and procrastinated just a teensy bit. To her flabbergastion, she got...an A-, breaking her straight record of A+s
Humana's grandfather, it seemed, was at last experiencing the aging process. Hair began to appear where hair should not appear and from some places hair was disappearing. He was also getting all wrinkly. No-longer-blond-bombshell Human was numb with shock.
Humana saw these things happening to her family, how they were stripped of identity, how arbitrary, how moot it was. Her drug-addict/prostitute/emo brother isn't even what he is anymore. Dead Humans couldn't be nothing but dead.
Humana's grandmother who was retaking university was overwhelmed with the amount of homework. In her days, before paper was invented, everything was spoken. And now with the new technology, she got a facebook account and procrastinated just a teensy bit. To her flabbergastion, she got...an A-, breaking her straight record of A+s
Humana's grandfather, it seemed, was at last experiencing the aging process. Hair began to appear where hair should not appear and from some places hair was disappearing. He was also getting all wrinkly. No-longer-blond-bombshell Human was numb with shock.
Humana saw these things happening to her family, how they were stripped of identity, how arbitrary, how moot it was. Her drug-addict/prostitute/emo brother isn't even what he is anymore. Dead Humans couldn't be nothing but dead.
Her brother told her to wield his words like a double-edged sword. Or better, a gun. The same gun that killed her brother, or rather, that he used to kill himself. Humana wondered how the barrel of the gun tasted in his mouth, the taste of toxic metal reminding him of drugs, the shape of it-long and circular, the bitter taste in his mouth reminding him of prostitution, the shape of it-long and circular, a circle, forever-a long time, the time he'll be dead, the taste of it, toxic metal like blood he drew from his body. She thought of how easy it would be for him to pull the trigger, how he would take the easy way out of being a drug-addict/prostitute/emo.
Humana wished-and she hated it-she could be that extreme. To end her suffering. But it's not suffering, surely. Humana didn't know what she was feeling so she could not define it.
One day- the day she remembers- Humana got out of that rut of thinking.
With the magical secret she used to wield like a silver shield from darkness. With the secret she became undefined, infinite, all-encompassing. It was universal. Everything was universal. Humana just was. She did whatever she wanted. She thought, but really she chose, therefore she was.
From then on, Humana was known as 'Just Humana.'
Humana wished-and she hated it-she could be that extreme. To end her suffering. But it's not suffering, surely. Humana didn't know what she was feeling so she could not define it.
One day- the day she remembers- Humana got out of that rut of thinking.
With the magical secret she used to wield like a silver shield from darkness. With the secret she became undefined, infinite, all-encompassing. It was universal. Everything was universal. Humana just was. She did whatever she wanted. She thought, but really she chose, therefore she was.
From then on, Humana was known as 'Just Humana.'
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| 'Just Humana' |
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