Am I the only one who is bothered what life has become? Think about it, life should be the most beautiful thing but it has become so bleak. Everyone is the same, everyone lives the same lives. I walk around my high school where everyone dresses the same and everyone acts the same to fit in. Everyone goes and gathers together on the weekend to get drunk until they're sick, every weekend. It just doesn't appeal to me. There are no more individuals in excistense it seems like. Life should not be economically ran but that's exactly what it has become. Everyone chases after money and when they receive their paycheck they blow it away on some material thing which at first causes them to become happy but will soon cause them to forget that and chase after the next material object. I'm still in High School and I don't want to conform to everyones likings but it kind of seems like it's necessary to be happy. Maybe I'm just too open minded and I need to tone it down a bit, or maybe it's because I'm too mature.. I don't know. When I go to college will it change? Will life become more broad? Or will it be necessary to conform like everyone else to be happy? Does anyone feel the way I do?
I used to feel the same way. You have to remember there is a whole other world out there, We just happen to be sitting at the lethargic, vapid pinnacle of it. It definitely does get better after high school. I absolutely loathed it for those very reason. Surrounding by stupid, ignorant little bastards, with no perspective beyond their little bubbles of consumerism and bestowed cultural identity. Hang in there, It get a lot better. The whole "these are the best times of your life" mentality is total bullshit. My quotation in my graduating yearbook said "get out of this town as soon as possible". I wrote it in hopes that some younger kid would read it and realize that there were others who resented the incredibly unbalanced, disproportioned lives of excess and naivety we're forced to co-inhabit. Believe it or not, there are people out there who live in harmony with their environment, and can genuinely appreciate the gifts of life and of other human beings. Were individuality and identity are celebrated and revered. In high school, I stuck out like a sore thumb. I was stubborn and I was rebellious. Everything I did never seemed to mesh with anybody. My friends were simply the people who tolerated my individuality and unique viewpoints... the people who would politely listen to me ramble. It gets better, trust me.
thanks man. The wierd thing is I was never like this. I used to be a kid who would screw around alot and have "fun". Since smoking I've realized that there is another meaning to life. I don't want to live the "normal" life where you do the same crap as everyone else. I want to make a difference, but I also want to have a social life as well. And coming into a new school for senior year not knowing many people it's hard. It pisses me off that I'm surrounded by so many egotistical kids who don't care about anyone or anything but themselves. I guess I'll just have to wait and meet quality people by doing quality things. So while everyone is having a blast going to parties where they drink until there intelligence reaches a level less than an infant, I'm out passing out food and blankets to homeless people down-town.
yeah brother, don't sweat it. i felt the same way in high school too. when you get to college, or whatever you happen to do after, you will still meet these same stupid people. in college, you will be surrounded by them for at least your first year when you take freshman courses. you will think you are still in high school. the difference is there are cooler people to find, without a doubt. the only trouble is having to find them, which just takes knowing where to look. i don't know if this can help you, but when i was in high school i lived in a tiny tiny town with virtually no good place to hang out. i started going to a bigger city, austin, and started to actually figure out who i was and who i wanted to be around.
The modern philosopher Jake Nabasny would compare this to his theory of the monotony of life. Reccomended reading: The Stranger, by Albert Camus. I would mail you a copy, since you are only two states from me, but my sister has it.
i see in the youth of today, the glimer of hope. the magenta madness, the recoil from the bland, mundane, bleak, same, to the excentric, the extremes, novel, the individual, the unique, oh such a craving for the unique, a rebelling against the social conformity, a new awakened freedom of personal id now born from this soup of grey uninteresting similarity. some are still caught in the habituation of croud following and following the various cliques, reccognising in a few individuals that spark of originality, of the individual of the trueness to self, and seek it also, but are still looking outside themselves for it, they too have a great chance to find it, and often all it takes a little nudge, a little suggestion... within.
Why should it be beautiful? We're all getting raped by the same sadistic god-cock (or god-dildo, if you're an atheist). I think it makes sense that we all look the same. And it doesn't get any better. Everything decays and dies. So far. But maybe you'll be the scientist-visionary who changes that equation? Maybe you'll be the Sisyphus who finally pushes that rock over the hill? You've got a few good years left to make your contribution.
if anyone makes this realisation that everyone around them has an excess of sameyness, that should be your final alarm bell that your freedoms have gone elsewhere and you're living in a static, doomed, fascist society. skidoo, i'd hate to be you. your life must really be very crap and uninteresting, even unenjoyable. why should it be beautiful... that question had me thinking for quite a while. i suppose i could give in and say "it's a good question", and i would, had i not turned my attention to the psychology one would have to be living to actually ask it. and there my compassion for you grows. have you no sence of the aesthetic? if you don't, which i assume you don't, then you're missing one of your sences. just like some people are deaf, or blind, have their nerves switched of so they cannot feel, are colour blind... you're pessimistic outlook only confirms this. who killed you? who stole your sunshine? who's blocking your joy? and why are you intent on speading (*) what you're spreading? * i did write a whole load out there, but it makes more sence to leave that to your own self reflection.
they'll grow. we've nearly all been through that stage. i'm sure there's a few really great one liners you could keep on standby ready to hit them with that automatically make them reflect and evolve in themselves to a larger awareness of everything. what they are, i have yet to find them, and remember to keep them on standby ready.
Or maybe most people are naturally drones? OK...er, it's pretty spectacular actually, as far as lives go. But please continue.... There's nothing inherently beautiful about life. It's a big wheel that spins around. Not much sexy about that. It's all been said, it's all been done. You assume an awful lot. So much so that it comes across as disrespectful. Pessimistic? Sigh. I'm not pessimistic. See the hope I expressed above ("maybe you'll be the one," etc.). LOL; whatever dude.
that statement more or less affirms what digit said, i believe. if you think beauty and sex, or "sexiness," are synonymous you do not understand beauty. but hey, it's your life, and you've already decided what it's going to look like, so there's not much point in arguing about it with you.
Namaste Skidoo. if so... can't we get them to be better drones then? like, maybe augment them to exist with a higher dimensional awareness or something? but i still don't accept they are. they get conditioned to be so, and you know it. got some points of reference/comparison or somethin have you? yeah, i heard that alot around 2004-2005. so much so i almost started to accept it. then i woke up, took a dance on some poly-omni-ourobori came back after seeing the "universe"'s largest pyramid scheme to see it loops back on itself, and knew a clue about dna's larger echoes throughout the all... basically, what i'm saying is creativity. when you look at a generally tube shaped coil from far enough away and at the right angle... it can look just like a circle. accepting the concept that "it's all been done before" is little more than showing how lacking in imaginative flow whoever says it has become, and one can become so, simply by accepting this rubbish. i mean this well for you... but have you got enough imagination to concieve of how that may be so? i have indeed. at least i know i have. *shrug* yeah, sorry. i blatantly was being disrespectfull to the image of you i got from what you were saying, it wasnt a very beautiful image. oh sorry, from the rest of what you wrote i thought you were joking with that one line. anyways, it's still a bit pessimistic, looking down on the rock like so, like it needs shoving of a cliff. hahaha. me and my friends have such a laugh when someone says that in that flipant and dismissive way. "like, whutevurrr". hallmarks of inteligence?? teeheehee. (oh the cheek of me) yeah it's not a savvy way of wiring up your brain. beauty=sexyness. i did that and caused all kinds of trouble for me for years. only managed to fix that in myself in the past year n a bit. totally bottlenecks one's ability to accept beauty. and maaaannnnnn, is there alot of it about! "decided what it's gonna look like"... yeah... aint that the truth of it! golly... if only i had been told years ago about the power of decision.
Sante! Smarter drones? lol Who are "they?" Conditioned by whom for what purpose? If you say so. And kids arranged just so in a swimming pool can look just like a plate of eggs and bacon if viewed from space. Mmm. Yes. My imagination is a barren wasteland. lol How what may be so? That I don't have any imagination because I'm unimaginative? lol I mean this well for you: You don't have any answers. And that's OK. We're all in the same boat. Ahh. You're being disrespectful of your image of me. I see. No, I wasn't joking. I have hope. It doesn't make sense not to. It needs rolling up a hill. It always needs rolling up a hill. Sigh. If you're going to split semantic hairs, you should at least define the terms. You don't have kids, do you? Not to be a downer, but you're gonna die. And sure, that "bourne from whence no traveler returns" might be paradise. Who knows? Not you. Not me. The unknown is our prison. It never ever changes. Put that in your Heisenberg and smoke it.
the drones you spoke of. obviously. advertisers, to buy things. Chinese whispers of advertising, aka, word of mouth, but more than that. the echoes of long maintained systems of control. theres a great thread about it around here somewhere... ah... http://forum.grasscity.com/spiritua...uestion-drives-us.html?highlight=question+mcs how's life in ridiculeville? must be nice for you there since you spend so much time there. but if you ever wanna take a holiday... no, not that. of how it may be so that to accept "its all been done before" is unimaginative. but anyway, thanks for proving my point. any answers? the answers? i have answers, i would never be so arrogant to claim them as the answers though. but clearly, contrary to your claim, i do have answers. yeah, nice way of getting around it, isnt it. if truth be told a little more accurately, its not you at all, just the things you were writing. sorry it came out as it did tho. unless of course you have something better, and don't need to hope any more. idk. not always. there's stuff been discovered about quantum mechanics that goes against this kind of thinking. ok, maybe it still does, but it's more of a gentle nudge with some of this stuff rather than the perceived necessity of effort and struggle. you've lost me. what? not any biological offspring, no. but i recognised many have looked up to me, and in my awareness i have been awakened to great responsibility of all my actions. that ain't a downer at all. not in the slightest. yeah, ultimately so, but i've been there, i know, i also know that what i know could just be illusion, but still... i know.
Pardon me. I'm high as fuck right now. But then, that's what this is all about, isn't it? No? Digit, I'm reminded of a story. About a boy, who wandered through the jungle, on the path back to his home, his head down, his finger to his chin, deep in thought, pondering the lesson his swami had taught him that morning: "God is in every living thing; the living creatures, the living jungle, the living sky, and the very living rock!" The boy walked along, pondering the ramifications of this revelation, when his thoughts were interrupted by a shout: "Get out of the way!" The little man astride the giant elephant was waving frantically to the boy. The boy was startled, but he stood his ground. He reasoned thus: If God is in me, and God is in that elephant, then why should God have to get out of the way of God? He closed his eyes. And then he felt not the Hand of God, but the Trunk of the Elephant as it wrapped around him and then lifted him from the ground and tossed him into the bushes. He stood up in shock, but no more than a few scratches worse for the wear. He dashed back to the swami's hut and burst in and said, "Master! Master! I was confronted with an elephant rider on the path and he shouted for me to get out of the way, but you said God is in every living thing, and I reasoned that God should not have to submit to God, but the elephant cast me aside and most surely would have trampled me if his mood were different!" The master looked up from his copy of Sports Illustrated magazine and over his spectacles and quietly asked his pupil: "Why did you not listen to the Voice of God shouting from atop the elephant, imploring you to get out of the way?"
Highschool was the worst 4 years of my life, hands down. But once you leave, everything is better, people are normal again, I promise ya that. Kids in highschool all feel that they have to act or look a certain way in order to accepted, or fit in. Once you get out into the real world where that kind of stuff doesn't matter, it'll be better
i get a lot of shit from my family because i make almost next to nothing as a martial arts instructor. they can't see past the paycheck and doing something for the sake of enjoying it. yeah, a *****s gotta eat, but i'm not starving. it's ok though, my brother's the hero of the family. he's a convicted money launderer and is in the service. a real american hero to be proud of. oh yeah, i forgot to mention that out of my sibblings, i'm the only one who stuck around. a move that i regularly regret.